Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 414 The Emperor's Son 10

The Fifth Prince, who was drinking and making merry in his mansion, dropped his wine cup on the ground with a "clatter" after receiving the imperial edict.

"What?! You want me to oversee the country?!"

He suddenly stood up, his face deathly pale. "No, I'm not going! I'll pretend to be sick!"

A guard standing nearby timidly reminded him, "Your Highness, the Fourth Prince has already pretended..."

Fifth Prince: "..."

Fourth Brother, you have no martial ethics!

Qingmo listened to Jue Er's report and laughed so hard she slapped the table: "Hahaha, these bastards, each one more interesting than the last!"

Jue Er couldn't help but laugh, "Your Majesty, you're going to scare the princes to death!"

Qingmo stopped laughing, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes: "This is nothing! I want to see what other tricks they can pull."

The original owner's sons were all talented individuals.

At this moment, in the Sixth Prince's residence.

"Quickly! Bring out my wheelchair!"

The sixth prince called out anxiously.

The servant looked bewildered: "Your Highness, what do you need a wheelchair for?"

The Sixth Prince glared: "Nonsense! Of course we're going to pretend to be crippled! Didn't you see what happened to the older brothers? If we don't pretend now, it'll be too late!"

The servant said, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince is currently the fourth prince, and you have a fifth prince above you. What are you afraid of?"

The sixth prince went up and slapped him.

"You idiot, by the time it's my turn, will it be too late?"

"If not now, when?"

The servant, covering his reddened face, pushed the wheelchair in with a pitiful expression.

The sixth prince plopped down on the chair, still giving orders: "Quick! Go to the kitchen and get some flour. Put some white powder on my face! I want it to look like I'm terminally ill!"

The servant trembled, "Your Highness, perhaps... we could spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood? That would make it seem more real?"

The sixth prince's eyes lit up: "Great idea! Go quickly!"

Before long, the Sixth Prince had successfully made himself look like he was about to die—

His face was deathly pale, his lips blue, and a blood-stained blanket covered his legs. He slumped in his wheelchair, groaning weakly, "This prince... I'm afraid... I won't make it through this winter..."

He gave himself a perfect score for his acting.

"Come on, hurry up, push me out for a stroll, make sure everyone knows that I'm crippled."

The servants were in a rather awkward position.

With the Sixth Prince's terrible acting skills, how could he possibly have the nerve to go out and embarrass himself?

"Your Highness, this doesn't seem to be working. If the Emperor finds out, he'll probably order the imperial physicians to treat you, and then the truth will be revealed."

Sixth brother...

That makes sense; he actually forgot.

Before he could come up with a solution, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the mansion.

"The imperial edict arrives——"

The sixth prince froze, nearly jumping out of his wheelchair: "Holy crap?! So fast?!"

"Fourth and fifth sons, are they really that useless? Have they already been beheaded by Father?"

He hurriedly shrank further into the blanket, coughed weakly twice, and said in a barely audible voice, "Quickly... quickly help this prince... to receive the imperial decree..."

The imperial eunuch carrying the imperial decree strode into the mansion. Upon seeing the Sixth Prince's appearance, he frowned and asked, "Sixth Prince, what's wrong...?"

The sixth prince raised his hand tremblingly, his voice so weak it seemed he was about to die: "This...this prince...my old ailment has relapsed...I'm afraid...cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of "blood".

—Actually, it was the bright red syrup that the servant had just stuffed into his mouth, making a striking visual impact.

The eunuch was startled and quickly took two steps back, saying, "Your Highness, please take care!"

The sixth prince nodded "on the verge of death," secretly pleased: Now he should be allowed to leave me alone, right?

Unexpectedly, the eunuch composed himself, unfolded the imperial edict, and loudly proclaimed:

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Sixth Prince is frail and often ill, which greatly worries me. Therefore, I hereby order the head of the Imperial Medical Academy to personally examine and treat him."

"I hope my son will take good care of his health in preparation for his future role as regent!"

The Sixth Prince: "???"

Is the Emperor a tapeworm in his stomach?

He had only just begun, how did his father receive the news?

His eyes widened suddenly, and he almost cried out, "What?! Regent?! Where are the fourth and fifth princes? Are they dead?!"

The eunuch smiled and closed the imperial edict: "Your Highness, I did not appoint you to oversee the country now, so that you are being prepared for future use."

"His Majesty said that if you are seriously ill, the Imperial Hospital will stay by your side day and night until you recover."

The Sixth Prince: “…”

Is this supposed to be treatment? This is going to kill him!

He grabbed the eunuch's sleeve and asked in a trembling voice, "Then...what about Fifth Brother?"

The eunuch smiled meaningfully: "After hearing the imperial edict, the Fifth Prince fainted on the spot, and now the people from the Imperial Hospital are surrounding him and giving him acupuncture."

The Sixth Prince: “…”

Fifth brother, you've ruined me! Are we even brothers anymore? How come you can't even handle the smallest thing?

That's it, the path of faking illness is completely blocked.

……

In the imperial study room.

Qingmo leisurely sipped her tea, listening to Jue Er's report, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"The sixth brother is faking his disability? The fifth brother fainted on the spot? The fourth brother is still lying in bed and refuses to get up?"

Jue Er chuckled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, the princes have come up with all sorts of tricks to avoid the regency."

Qingmo snorted lightly: "I want to see what new tricks they can come up with."

She lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, then suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

"Reveal my imperial edict—"

"All princes must attend the morning court session tomorrow."

"Who dares not to come..."

She narrowed her eyes, her tone dangerous.

"I'll let him be 'sick' for the rest of his life."

Jue Er: "..."

Your Majesty, you're trying to force them to their deaths...