Zen what, abdication?
This statement left everyone in the room utterly baffled.
Su Luo was also dumbfounded.
He's giving up being Emperor?
Meeting her puzzled gaze, Wei Shu smiled lightly, his expression unusually relaxed for the first time in years: "Being the Emperor? I'm tired of it. Whoever wants to take it can have it. From now on, Madam will have to take care of me!"
Su Luo broke into a dazzling smile: "Sure, I have plenty of money!"
Wei Shu withdrew his joyful gaze and turned his attention to the stunned Prince Fu, saying, "Aya, you can be the Emperor instead!"
Wei Ya snapped back to reality, laughing awkwardly and retreating repeatedly, shaking his head furiously like a rattle drum: "No, no, no, Your Majesty, don't joke around! If I had any talent for becoming Emperor, the late Emperor would have established me as Crown Prince long ago!"
"You know it well, I am weak-tempered, totally unfit, totally unfit!"
