But he has always disliked sitting in a high position. If it weren't for the fifty thousand troops he held in his hands, which he couldn't just abandon, he wouldn't even want to be a prince.
"Jin'er!"
The Empress Dowager glared at him angrily upon hearing his words.
Why did she end up with two sons like this? One was far too obsessed with power, eager to control everyone in his grasp, while the other was excessively lazy, unwilling even to take charge.
"Mother, I really can't do it. Making me wake up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs—please spare me." The Ninth Prince saw his mother was angry, but he wasn't afraid and continued speaking.
Zhong Emperor: "..."
So, does that mean he's the one who's worse off than chickens and dogs?
He was seriously tempted to curse aloud, but he couldn't. He feared that if he said even one insult, he might not live to see the next moment.
