The Steward Demonic Emperor

r nodded, “Cong’er, you have good eyes.
Good, good, ha-ha-ha…”

 

The emperor returned to his throne.

 

Crown Prince’s face was looking gloomier by the second.

 

[For god’s sake, Imperial father was testing our policies, not judging how we handle the situation.
This was a serious lapse of judgment.
Imperial father must like the old third more now.]

 

Crown Prince pushed down the rancor, returning to his seat morosely.

 

The emperor motioned for the feast to begin, having a nice family dinner.
Everyone seemed happy, except Yongning, choosing to ignore her traitorous father.

 

The emperor still watched her with the same fond eyes.

 

“Cough~”

 

The violent cough turned the emperor pale.
A servant rushed over with a bowl, “Your Majesty, please take your medicine.”

 

The emperor drank it all.
One second he felt better and the next he spurted black blood, with black mist hovering around his face.

 

“Poison!” The emperor groaned.

 

Fatty inspected with caution and Yongning was flustered, rushing to her dear father’s side, tearing up, “Imperial father, why is there poison in the medicine?”

 

Fatty and Yongning glared at the servant, but the guy had lost it from fear and was about to soil himself.

 

Poisoning the emperor was a capital offense.
Of course he’d panic.

 

A flat voice came, “Imperial father, you have gotten on in years and should pass down the mantle.
I ask that you come to a decision.”

 

Crown Prince stood up with pride, brushing the nonexistent dust off his shoulder.

 

“You!” The emperor shook, this news was devastating.

 

With his twisted smile finally out in the open, the Crown Prince admitted to patricide, “It is me! I had someone slip poison in your medicine, a 7th grade poison.
Once it sets in, there’s no cure.”

 

“Why, big brother, why must you poison the imperial father?” Yongning lamented, fatty glared at him as well. 

 

Crown Prince mocked, “Yongning, imperial father is right, you’re too innocent.
The less you know the better.”

 

“I want to know! Tell me what possible reason drove you on the path to regicide and patricide!” Yongning shouted.  

 

Crown Prince smirked, “You really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you.
You call this patricide and regicide.
But has dear father ever seen me as a son? I am a mere pawn in his games.”

 

“How can you speak of your imperial father like that? He may have brought invaders to his lands, but he never once treated you wrong!” Yongning cried out, filled with disbelief.

 

Crown Prince pointed at the poisoned emperor, his face dark, “Ask him, if he has never done it before.” 

 

Yongning watched the disdain on the emperor’s face, “Oh? Do tell, Crown Prince, when have I done you wrong?”

 

“Do you really want me to say it or is it to understand my thinking?”

 

Crown Prince sneered, “Doesn’t matter, I will explain.
You made me the Crown Prince of this nation without any intention of handing the throne to me.
I am just old third’s shield.”

 

Crown Prince flicked a hand at fatty.
The tubby’s largeness wobbled in shock. 

 

The emperor said, “Go on.”

 

“Imperial father, everyone covets the Crown Prince’s position.
You appointed me early on and had everyone’s attention plastered on me so that fatty will have an easy time filling his future role.”

 

Crown Prince squinted, “The emperor is ruler supreme and is clear about every little thing happening in Tianyu.
Over the decades, it was only the fatty roaming the lands.
You didn’t seem to like him, giving him the worst tasks, while you actually favored him the most.
You alienated him to protect him.
All the tasks you picked for him were to shape him for the throne.
While the great Crown Prince was still stuck with a target on his back, drawing everyone’s hostility, only to end up kicked to the curb at the end.”

 

Crown Prince’s eyes were bloodshot.
The other two were hateful and unwilling but still turned to the emperor, stunned. 

 

Yet the emperor only stared back at the Crown Prince…