Chapter 1759 Not a Good Father
Rui sharpened his eyes at the Emperor's ruthless eyes.
The Emperor shared a nuance that he hadn't considered before. In hindsight, Rui wasn't surprised that part of the grooming, education, and raising of royals included instilling a drive to inherit the throne.
In that case, it was true that the royals who had still failed to retain a drive for the throne simply were not temperamentally inclined towards inheriting the throne. In that case, Rui understood why the Emperor had simply dismissed them as candidates for being his heir.
"Regardless of the reason, the fact of the matter is that I do not desire the throne in any way," Rui narrowed his eyes. "You, who claims to know me better than myself, still chose to name me as your unofficial heir. What am I to infer from that?" New novel chapters are published on
"You can infer what you want, my son," The Emperor replied.
The air grew electric.
"Alright then," Rui glared at his father. "What I am to infer is that you stayed out of my life my entire life, and now that you need a good heir for the throne, you have decided to drag me out of my previously normal life and exposed my identity as a prince and crowned me an unofficial heir in order to make me participate in the Kandrian Throne War, win, and become the next Emperor of Harmony."
A tumultuous tension boiled between father and son.
The Emperor met Rui's accusatory glare with clear eyes.
A single remark escaped his mouth.
"Everything you have uttered is accurate."
Rui stirred, surprised that the Emperor readily admitted to exploiting Rui to fulfill his own political visions for the future of Kandria.
"I'm a Martial Artist," Rui growled. "Spending sixty percent of my day on the duties of the throne is not something that I am inclined to do. I gain absolutely nothing from this proposition!"
While Rui had suffered more heart attacks than he could count on this day, he had not been shocked to forget knowing what mattered to him personally.
"Come now, I understand your sentiment, but we both know that's not entirely true," The Emperor smiled. "You cannot begin to fathom the kind of resources that I can get my hands on. Resources so unfathomably precious that Martial Artists would die to get their hands on them."
Rui cursed inwardly as a hint of greed flashed in his eyes. "...
What kind of resources are we talking about?"
The Emperor's mischievous smile deepened. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Rui glared at his father. "You really are a horrible dad."
"Hahaha!" Emperor Rael began laughing heartily as Rui began cursing him.
"Ohhh..." The Emperor heaved a pleased sigh. "I cannot recall the last time that I had such a good laugh."
His eyes returned to a grumpy Rui. "Think about it. I won't force you to become Emperor. I cannot, anyway. If you publicly announce your abandonment of the throne, you will not have to become Emperor, although you will not be able to get rid of the status of Prince. Ultimately, it is your choice. Making hasty, ill-thought decisions is not your modus operandi. Besides, there is one variable impacting your decision that we haven't spoken about."
Rui winced; they both knew what he was talking about.
"The orphanage," The Emperor remarked. "You now have the opportunity to give them the life that you always desire they had."
