"Yes, Imperial Mother. Your son understands."
The little prince buried his head in Consort Qin's embrace and grumbled. "Imperial Mother, those ministers are still trying to save Imperial Father and they don't even treat me as the Emperor! Aren't they stupid? I'm the only son Imperial Father has, and who would be the Emperor if not me?"
In any case, this position would certainly be his and no one could vie with him.
"Since my son very much wishes for his death, I shall think of methods for you. Right now, head towards your Imperial Father's palace and remember, cry the moment you see your Imperial Father, to show your filial piety. Imperial mother will settle the rest for you."
Consort Qin lowered her eyes while a ruthless glint flashed across. The little prince no longer pestered her and retreated after bowing. Looking at the little prince's departing figure, a sinister trace surfaced in Consort Qin's eyes.
"Men, summon Imperial Physician Yu!"
