He is already in his fifties or sixties, and has married countless concubines. Isn't he living a happy life?

Is the throne so important?"

The Eighth Prince's promise was certainly sincere.

Just like the Great Emperor kept the Ninth Prince, His Majesty the Emperor sometimes also needs family affection.

And he kept Zhao Que just to replenish his family ties.

For these superiors, whether it is family affection or love, it is something that can be quantified.

But is the throne really that important? If it isn't, why do so many people die on it?

"Yeah, he won't let anyone succeed, not you or me."

Zhao Que sighed and nodded: "Since Eighth Brother has said so much, the throne is a must.

It looks like I'll just have to give up."

When the Eighth Prince saw Zhao Que's answer and his willingness to agree so readily, he didn't believe it at all.

After a moment of silence, he said seriously, "Sixth brother, although we are brothers.

But in this royal family, there are no brothers.

I'm here just to remind you.

It's like repaying a favor from the past. If you don't stop me, we will still be brothers.

No matter how you answer, yes or no, it doesn't matter, I won't hold back."

The eighth prince felt very strange, as he clearly didn't care what Zhao Que answered.

For example, he wouldn't believe it if I gave up.

Because he wouldn't believe anyone would give up the throne.

But he wanted to come here and ask again, but he didn't know what kind of answer he wanted.

I don't know what kind of answer will satisfy him.

The Eighth Prince did not wait for Zhao Que's answer when he said this.

Instead, he raised the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he looked at Zhao Que deeply, turned and left, as if he had made some kind of decision and never looked back.

When we reached the door, a voice, neither loud nor soft, came: "Sixth Brother, I don't know when we will meet next time.

If you stop me, I will kill you.

Please do not blame me for disregarding the love and loyalty of brothers."