I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats

"For the past three months, I have worked diligently without slacking, reviewing memorials late into the night, managing the court affairs meticulously."

"In terms of capital, seniority, and the power I control and the support of ministers, I am stronger than the Ninth Brother. Why did you give the position of Crown Prince to the Ninth Brother?"

"Is it just because his talent is strong?" the Eldest Prince said with dissatisfaction.

"My eldest, I know you haven't slacked for the past three months, but I gave you the opportunity. Diligence? Reflect upon yourself—if you indulged in drinking and having fun every day, do you think the court would still be in order?"

"Capital? Seniority? Power in your hand? With just one word from me, Little Nine can surpass you."

"Little Nine's natural talent is not bad. After consuming the Bodhi Fruit, his talent and comprehension have become unparalleled in this era. He is qualified to become the Crown Prince."

"Future supreme emperors must suppress their contemporaries. I did it, my father did it, and my imperial grandfather did it as well," Mu Chengqian said slowly.

The Eldest Prince, upon hearing this, still protested, saying, "My talent is not inferior. If I were to become Crown Prince, I could be molded into the top talent of this era by investing resources."

"Moreover, many of our Royal Ancestors were in the Emperor Sovereign Realm. Some of them didn't become emperors either."

"Not all emperors have reached the Emperor Sovereign Realm. I'm not convinced. As the eldest son, according to ancestral traditions, I should inherit the throne." The Eldest Prince shouted, somewhat frenziedly.

He had prepared so much for the position of Crown Prince.

He was unwilling, very unwilling. He had the support of many ministers, and as the eldest son fitting the ancestral tradition, why would he lose to the Ninth Prince, whose fifty thousand strong army was annihilated and whose protector was slain?

"Ancestral tradition? Are you talking about that with me? You're merely a legitimate eldest son. According to ancestral tradition, it should be Little Fourteen who inherits."

"Should I not continue as emperor for another twenty years so Little Fourteen can inherit the throne?" Mu Chengqian said blandly.

The Empress, hearing these words, had a moment of thought but quickly returned to her senses, knowing full well that her Little Fourteen could never become Crown Prince.

Unless Mu Rufeng met his end, which seemed impossible.

With what had happened with her second son, Mu Chengqian would certainly keep a close eye on Mu Rufeng, ensuring he would not become another deceased Crown Prince.

The Eldest Prince, hearing this, was momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, if they followed ancestral tradition, only the Empress's Little Fourteen could inherit the throne.

Little Fourteen was too young? No matter, Mu Chengqian was only fifty years old now, and as a being of Divine Realm Peak, living another two hundred years was no issue.

This time was enough for Little Fourteen to grow up.

"Do you know whom I previously intended to appoint as Crown Prince?" Mu Chengqian continued.

"Me?" The Eldest Prince was taken aback for a moment, then spoke up.

"You?" Mu Chengqian chuckled without further comment.

"Was it the Fourth Brother?" The Eldest Prince's face turned somewhat unpleasant.

The Fourth Prince felt a moment of joy, but it quickly dimmed—it's gone, it's already gone, no matter what he had thought before, it's not there anymore.

"Though the Fourth Brother is slightly stronger than you, my choice was not him," Mu Chengqian shook his head and said.

"Alright, I'm just an emotionless extra," the Fourth Prince accepted calmly.

"Then who? The Eighth Brother? The Eighth Brother is sickly and cannot have children—can he be Crown Prince?"

The Eldest Prince was surprised that it wasn't the Fourth Prince and then unhesitatingly pointed out the Eighth Prince's flaw.

"Big Brother, I may be frail, but I can have children," the Eighth Prince replied with discomfort.

Having Big Brother declare in front of everyone that he couldn't have children was intolerable for anyone.

"Can have children? How many years have you been married and yet no children?" the Eldest Prince retorted mercilessly.

"Eldest Brother, is this how you speak as the eldest sibling? Did Lady Ling teach you this way?" Mu Chengqian's face also darkened.

"Big Brother, I haven't had children because I'm cultivating a cultivation technique that requires preservation until perfected."

"Once perfected, my body will recover, and my strength will increase dramatically." The Eighth Prince didn't want to hide the truth, as he wanted to justify himself.

If the Crown Prince position was for the Eldest or Fourth Prince, he wouldn't even come out to defend himself if people called him castrated.

But now that it was Mu Rufeng ascending, he had little to worry about.

Even though they hadn't interacted much, he really understood his Ninth Brother's character.

Everyone, hearing this, looked at the Eighth Prince with amazement, as he truly was hidden deeply.

"It wasn't me whom Father intended to appoint as Crown Prince, was it?" the Eighth Prince asked again.

"Mm," Mu Chengqian nodded slightly.

"Could it be...Was Father planning to name the Ninth Brother as Crown Prince from the beginning?" The Eldest Prince couldn't hold it anymore.

Compared to the previous Mu Rufeng, in what aspects was he inferior? In what aspects was he inferior?

"Eldest, look at yourself, what are you like now—can't even guess this and you want to be Crown Prince?"

"Previously, Little Nine was very good, more suitable than you, the Fourth, and the Eighth to be Crown Prince."

"But even so, he wasn't as suitable as the Sixth. However, now, Little Nine has eaten the Bodhi Fruit, and with his character and conduct, he's more suitable than the Sixth," Mu Chengqian said slowly.

"The Sixth Brother? Impossible—how could that wastrel be more suitable than us for the position of Crown Prince?"