"You brat!"
Ming Li rolled her eyes speechlessly, "What do you want?"
The old king said irritably, "Drink less alcohol. As a princess, you must pay attention to your image."
Hearing this, Ming Li calmly put a peeled grape into her mouth, put down her crossed legs, and nodded, "Got it."
The old king: "......"
On the other side, after a group of princes and princesses left the banquet hall, they huddled together with their small booklets, their faces full of difficulty as they said, "What do we do?"
The Second Prince said, "I still prefer a life of freedom. This palace doesn't suit me. Whoever wants this throne can have it. I'll just go through the motions with this task."
The Third Princess said, "I have no interest in this throne either. You guys discuss it and see who wants it. I need to go back and take care of my medicinal fields."
With that, she turned and left.
Everyone: "......"
"I'm not interested......"
"Me neither......"
"But if none of us take over that position, let alone Father King, do you think Eldest Sister will let us off......"
Thinking of Ming Li's torturous devilish methods, all the princes and princesses shivered simultaneously. They looked at each other, and the atmosphere quickly fell into an eerie silence.
After an unknown amount of time, someone spoke up, "Little Thirteenth, you're idle all day. How about... you take it?"
Upon hearing this, someone immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes! Little Thirteenth, you do nothing all day. Unlike us, we've all found our own life goals. You should inherit Father King's position!"
The rest of them nodded in agreement.
Thirteenth Prince: "......?"
The Thirteenth Prince, who had been pushed forward, was stunned. After snapping back to reality, he quickly said, "How am I idle? I've been practicing magic every day, okay?!"
"Practicing magic has little to do with inheriting the throne. So, this position is yours! Please, Little Thirteenth! We don't want to be married off!"
Looked at by his brothers and sisters with the gaze of a savior, the Thirteenth Prince subconsciously swallowed, "I..."
"Alright, little brother. Since it's settled, this booklet is useless. Let's go in and tell Father King now." Before the Thirteenth Prince could even finish his "I," he was ushered back into the banquet hall by a group of princes and princesses.
Thirteenth Prince: "......" Who am I? Where am I? What did I just experience?
The old king was a little bewildered seeing them return so quickly. Twelve tasks? Completed so soon? Isn't this speed a bit too outrageously fast...
Before the old king could say anything, he heard one of the princes say, "Father King, Little Thirteenth says he is willing to inherit the throne!"
Thirteenth Prince: "......" What? Wait, when did I say that?
The old king frowned, his gaze falling on the Thirteenth Prince, "Thirteenth, is that really true?"
Thirteenth Prince: "......" Can I say no?
Meeting the half-threatening, half-pleading gazes of the princes and princesses, the Thirteenth Prince paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, "That's right!"
Seeing this strange scene, the old king's mouth twitched. Thinking of something, he turned to look at Ming Li.
Meeting the old king's gaze, Ming Li calmly withdrew her spell-casting hand and took a sip of peach wine.
Finally, the Thirteenth Prince, bewildered, accepted the royal seal representing noble status. The coronation ceremony would be held in a year...
Thirteenth Prince: "......"