Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

This time, Zhao Hui came to Dingzhou again without making any announcement and deliberately avoided the worship of Dingzhou officials.

He went straight to find Zhao Sheng, and the two of them came to a very secluded house in the backyard of the princess's mansion to prepare for a secret talk.

After entering the room, Zhao Sheng gently closed the door and turned to look at Zhao Hui, his face full of astonishment. He couldn't believe what he heard. He stared at Zhao Hui with wide eyes and asked:

"Your Majesty, are you...are you sure you want to do this?"

Zhao Sheng really couldn't believe that there was someone who was willing to give up the throne and yearn for the illusory path of practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal.

Zhao Hui frowned slightly and corrected him seriously:

"Why call me Your Majesty? There's no one else here. Call me Third Brother!"

Zhao Sheng still had an expression of disbelief on his face, shaking his head and saying:

"Hey! Your Majesty... Oh no, Third Brother, you've achieved what you have today after going through countless hardships. It's truly not easy. Don't give up so easily."

Zhao Sheng really didn't want to believe what Zhao Hui said. After all, the throne was supreme. He couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Hui came here deliberately to test him?

Zhao Hui sighed softly, looked at Zhao Sheng sincerely, and said:

"Sixth brother, don't doubt Third Brother's words. In fact, Third Brother has long had a grand ambition in his heart, which is to unify the four directions and eight wastelands, to make the world united, and to achieve true unification!"

"No, Your Majesty... Third Brother, your desire to achieve the great unification of the country does not conflict with your continued stability on the throne. As the Emperor, you can also achieve this ambition of great unification."

Zhao Sheng was full of confusion and really didn't understand the deep meaning of Zhao Hui's action.

Zhao Hui shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of depth, and said slowly:

"You don't understand. If you want to unify the vast lands outside of the Great Zhou, the most important thing is to make the people in those places sincerely submit.

If you want them to be convinced, you must guide them ideologically, or even "fool" them.

Do you think I, Third Brother, really believe in those so-called immortal arts and Taoist magic? I am just using them as a means to achieve my goal."

Zhao Hui's words were like a ray of light shining into Zhao Sheng's heart, making him suddenly realize and finally understand Zhao Hui's intention.

But there were still some confusions in his mind.

"Third brother, why did you choose me to take your place?"

Mr. Zhao asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhao Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, a complicated look flashed across his eyes. He glanced at Zhao Sheng seemingly casually and said:

"Because only with your support behind me can I have no worries and focus on achieving my grand cause!"

"Hey……"

Zhao Sheng sighed deeply, shook his head helplessly and said:

"Third brother, you're thinking too simply. If you become a monk, what will happen to your family? Will my sisters-in-law agree? And what about my nephews?"

In this era, the emperor's son was usually the heir to the throne, and Zhao Hui could easily pass the throne to his son.

“Your nephews are still young, and there are many things they cannot take on, nor can they be relied upon.

As for the one who can truly help me achieve such a magical thing as ascending to heaven, only you can do it, and I need your ability.

This is the generous offer I give you."

So that's how it is, Zhao Sheng secretly complained in his heart, it turns out that there is no good thing in the world without a reason.

If you want Zhao Hui to look like an ethereal being, the key is to use the airship he invented.

"Third brother, let me make it clear in advance that I, your younger brother, have no desire for your throne. I will help you guard the throne for the time being. If you want to come back in the future, I will immediately hand it over. But you must not do anything to harm my family."

Mr. Zhao was still frightened and always felt that there was some conspiracy behind this matter.

"Tsk!" Zhao Hui's mouth curled slightly, revealing an indifferent expression, and said:

"Do you think the throne of emperor is so easy to sit on? These past few years, I have lived in fear every day, without a single moment of true peace of mind.

I feel so sorry for my ancestors, and I feel like I’ve failed the people’s expectations. In between, there are countless troubles, one after another, endless…”

Hearing Zhao Hui's emotion, Zhao Sheng felt the same way, and a look of laughter and tears appeared on his face. He asked:

"Third brother, are you planning to dump all these troubles on me, your younger brother?"

"How can we say that our ancestral family property is lost?..."

Zhao Hui's eyes widened in anger and he shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay! I'm not throwing it away, I'm passing it on to my nephews. In a few years, when my nephews grow up, I'll pass the throne to them~ Humph!"

Zhao Sheng deliberately twisted his face and pretended to be unconvinced.

"Well, Sixth Brother, please help me think carefully about how I can look like a true immortal."

At this time, Zhao Hui changed the subject and looked at Zhao Sheng expectantly and asked.

"You?"

Zhao Sheng looked Zhao Hui up and down, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he said maliciously:

"Look, your beard is too short. It doesn't quite match the image of a god with long, flowing beards in people's minds. It doesn't fit the image of a god."

Zhao Hui subconsciously reached out and touched his three-inch beard. He actually believed it and nodded repeatedly:

"Well, now that you mention it, it does seem a bit short..."

"Forehead……"

Mr. Zhao was speechless for a moment because of Zhao Hui's serious look.

"I'll go back and make the arrangements. When you come to the capital, I'll pass the throne to you!"

Zhao Hui said seriously with a serious face.

"Um, big brother..."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Sheng saw Zhao Hui glaring at him and quickly changed his words:

"Yes, yes, it's Third Brother. Please don't be anxious!"

Seeing that the emperor seemed to be serious, Zhao Sheng suddenly became a little anxious.

"I'm the third brother..."

Zhao Hui emphasized again, his eyes widening even more.

"Yes, yes, Third Brother. Don't worry, let me plan it slowly. Once I've arranged everything for you, so you look like an immortal, as if you can swallow clouds and ride on mist, call the wind and rain. Then, I can pretend to convey the immortal's will, and everything will fall into place."

Mr. Zhao apologized with a smile and explained his plan in detail.

"Can you really make me control the wind and rain?"

Zhao Hui's eyes were full of suspicion, and his head seemed to be filled with question marks. He looked straight at Zhao Sheng with a face full of disbelief.

"Third brother, don't worry! Give me some time, I will definitely make sure you get what you want..."

Zhao Sheng put away his playful smile and became extremely serious, with a firm determination revealed in his eyes.

"Well, I believe you, Sixth Brother. I'll wait for you and give you enough time to prepare for this!"

Zhao Hui couldn't hide the smile on his face, and looked at Zhao Sheng with bright eyes, as if he was already at the top of the heavenly palace, about to achieve the grand goal he had always dreamed of.