"We are the royal family, we must know our identity and position, and not bring shame to our ancestors," Fang Zhiyi said earnestly.
Seeing him putting on such a poor act, the Prince of Chu said, "Then big brother, according to what you mean, this Xu Dalang..."
"Kill him if he deserves to be killed, exile him if he deserves exile, and confiscate his property if that's what's required," Fang Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves. "Anyway, I only have one thing to say: I firmly support the laws our dad set down. Fourth Prince, if there's a beheading, just say the word. If it's inconvenient for you to show your face, I'll go supervise the execution!"
Silence fell over the study.
"Heh heh..." The old Emperor's laughter broke the silence. This matter was thus glossed over; what else could be done? Since he had already said as much, what else could they do?
"I called you all here today for another matter. Yesterday, your eldest brother said he no longer wants to be the Crown Prince."
As soon as these words came out, although the several princes who had already received the news all raised their heads, Fang Zhiyi looked completely indifferent.
"Ridiculous! The Crown Prince I appointed says he quits, hahaha. I suppose this news has already spread throughout the entire court. Those people outside must be laughing at Us, unable to even control Our own son. And you lot, are you secretly rejoicing in your hearts too?"
The several princes lowered their heads one after another.
"I'm just wondering, I was the one who said it, so come at me. Why are you taking it out on them?" Fang Zhiyi spoke up again.
The old Emperor turned to him, his face full of disbelief. "Your Highness, you are still the Crown Prince right now, not the Emperor. Do you think you're all that capable now?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "I get it now. So, Dad, you called us all here just to discuss the position of the Crown Prince. Then why beat around the bush?" He suddenly jumped off the dragon couch, trotted over to close the study door, and then ran back.
"Now that we've closed the door, let's speak plainly. I won't be this Crown Prince, and I won't be the Emperor either. You all know that with my body, I don't even know which day I might drop dead. Also, no matter which younger brother becomes Emperor in the future, I will absolutely support him!"
Seeing the old Emperor's face turn ashen with rage, the several princes were terrified.
"Imperial Father! I have absolutely never coveted Eldest Brother's position as Crown Prince!"
"Me neither! Eldest Brother, your reputation for virtue and capability is known throughout the court. Why would you say such a thing..."
Two other princes kept their heads bowed, not saying a single word.
"Good, good, you're just great!" Having recovered his breath, the old Emperor was thoroughly enraged. "Do you think that without you, no one would manage the state affairs? Do you think I absolutely must choose you to be the Crown Prince?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled cheekily, not the least bit intimidated by his aura. "Then... is it a deal?"
"Hmm?"
Several pairs of eyes looked at him in unison.
"All of you, stand up!" The old Emperor stood up, and the several princes hastily scrambled up from the floor.
"Fang Zhiyi, do you think We are an eyesore, and these younger brothers of yours are eyesores too? Right now, I will give you the chance. Kill them all, and kill Us too! Then you won't have to decline the Crown Prince position here, you can just ascend the throne directly!"
Fang Zhiyi laughed, "Dad, those words are too severe. I think you just overthink things all day. I truly do not want to be this Crown Prince, let alone the Emperor."
"Do you guys think being Emperor is great? Take a good look at our Dad. He doesn't eat well or sleep well every day. The moment he opens his eyes, it's a mess of state affairs. This throne is not easy to sit on. You have to think about the people of the world, deal with those courtiers who form factions, and worry about an heir. Everyone sees the glory of being the Emperor, but who sees the hardship behind it?"
Fang Zhiyi proudly patted his chest. "I have seen it. Second, Third, Fourth Prince, Fifth Prince, you have all been in my study and seen those mountains of memorials, right? Those have to be reviewed late into the night. Just as you lie down to squint for a moment, it's time for the morning court. Even I am like this, do you think the old man isn't tired?"
After these words, the several princes were somewhat stunned. They really hadn't thought about this point before.
The old Emperor looked at Fang Zhiyi with a gloomy face.
"Anyway, I've figured it out. I can do anything else, but this throne, I don't want it. I won't take it even if you beat me to death. Today it's just our own family here. You guys discuss it and figure out a reasonable way to replace me, okay? Consider it as me begging you, my dear brothers."
"Bastard! The position of the Son of Heaven is like child's play in your mouth!" the old Emperor scolded angrily. "Do you think you are the eldest son of an ordinary family? That the grand position of the Crown Prince can just be given away casually? Do you believe I won't..."
Fang Zhiyi stiffened his neck. "Dad, I've been obedient for half my life. Now that I've thought things through, shouldn't you support me a little? Do you really want us brothers fighting each other to the death? That won't do."
"You..."
"How about this? I think that the capable should hold the post. Starting tomorrow, you guys take turns sitting in the Crown Prince's position. Supervising the state, right? Whoever performs best gets to be it. Don't play any petty tricks behind each other's backs, wouldn't it be embarrassing if word got out?"
Fang Zhiyi had completely laid his cards on the table.
The old Emperor couldn't describe how he felt in his heart right now. He was angry, yes, but what could he do? Could he execute the Crown Prince's nine generations? That was nonsense.
House arrest? To be frank, he couldn't quite bear to do that either.
And Fang Zhiyi's words also allowed the several ambitious princes to see hope. With eldest brother making such a scene today, he definitely had nothing to do with the throne anymore. If they still didn't speak up, they would probably miss the opportunity.
"Imperial Father, your son believes Eldest Brother is right. Your son is willing to share the burdens of Imperial Father and Eldest Brother!"
"Eldest Brother is frail and sickly, he is too overworked. Imperial Father, your son also agrees with Eldest Brother's method."
"Please, Imperial Father, consider Eldest Brother's suggestion."
"Are you trying to force an abdication?" The old Emperor's eyes were so cold at this moment they could stab someone to death.
"We wouldn't dare, it's just that since Eldest Brother has already said so..."
The old Emperor looked at Fang Zhiyi again, his tone full of disappointment. "Crown Prince, no, Fang Zhiyi, you really are very dissatisfied with Us."
Fang Zhiyi curled his lips, swiftly pulling away the quilt from the couch behind the old Emperor and wrapping it around himself. If nothing else, the stuff this old man used was truly top-notch. "It's not dissatisfaction, it's just speaking my mind. Although you are the Emperor, behind closed doors, you are the father to us brothers. When a family has issues, they must be discussed. Once this door opens, a minister is a minister, and the Emperor is the Emperor. Isn't this better than fighting each other in private and dragging in the innocent?"
The old Emperor fell silent for a while.
His original anger gradually dissipated. He had considered that Fang Zhiyi might be retreating in order to advance, but faced with Fang Zhiyi's self-destructive speech, he really had no way to counter it. And those other little brats had now heard hope and were clearly standing on Fang Zhiyi's side.
"A family..." He let out a long sigh. "Get lost, all of you get lost!"
"Your Majesty, please do not be angry..." After the several princes had left, Zhang Dafu spoke up to comfort the old Emperor.
Who knew the old Emperor would just stare at that door. "Dafu, do you think that Our Crown Prince has changed?"
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
