I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"The future emperor of the empire? Where is he? I can't see him."

"Tiberius, don't forget, your current title is still just Prince, not Crown Prince."

"Our elder brother Caligula already held the title of crown prince when he was twelve years old."

These words opened Tiberius' most sensitive wound.

He knew better than anyone what it meant that his father Coccus had not yet appointed him crown prince despite him being the first in line to the throne.

The whispers in the court, the scrutinizing looks from the ministers, and the thoughtful expression on his father's face every time he looked at him, all of them silently told a cruel truth.

His father was not satisfied with him as his heir.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Tiberius's face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, but he could not utter a word to refute.

At this point, Tiberius no longer had the desire to cause trouble for Lucius.

He could only glare at Lucius in frustration and grit his teeth before giving him a warning:

"Lucius, you must be careful when tracking down the Chaos Cult."

"The water in Splenda is very deep, don't let the boat capsize accidentally."

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness, but I always enjoy danger."

Lucius was not moved at all. He gracefully raised the wine glass in his hand towards Tiberius.

The dark red liquid in the cup flickered in the candlelight, reflecting the lingering contemptuous smile on his face.

Are you teaching me how to do things?

Do you know what the Splendor Dragon is?

"Humph!"

Tiberius snorted coldly and turned away.

His back was straight, and he walked hurriedly but carefully maintained the demeanor of a noble.

But anyone could see his embarrassment and anger from his tense shoulders and slightly trembling fingertips.

After watching Tiberius leave, Iveliya's curiosity could no longer be suppressed.

Iveliya approached Octavia cautiously and asked in a low voice:

"Sister, I have a question I'm curious about."

"Tiberius is your biological brother, born of the same mother. Why do you treat him so badly?"

Judging from Octavia's attitude towards Tiberius just now, they didn't seem like siblings at all, but more like enemies of many years.

Octavia gently swirled her wine glass, a complex expression flashing across her eyes.

"Because this is the right way to deal with a guy like Tiberius who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

She sighed lightly and continued:

"If you treat him politely, he'll just think you're weak and vulnerable, and then his true nature will show, becoming arrogant and domineering."

"But if you're more assertive and put some pressure on him, he might even be able to communicate with you like a human being."

"It's impossible to change the bad habits I've had since childhood."

So it’s just panting rice?

That's bad.

"Is that so?"

Plotina looked surprised, with a hint of realization in her eyes.

Then, she frowned and recalled:

"Since the death of my eldest brother and mother, there is no one in the palace who can suppress my second brother except my father."

"Moreover, my brother's attitude towards me and my second sister has always been somewhat condescending."

"To be honest, today is the first time I've seen my brother so angry but unable to express himself."

"Oh, I think this Tiberius is not a good guy."

After hearing this, Lucius tapped the cup lightly with his fingers, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly:

"A few years ago, he was like a psychopath, always wanting to compare everything with me. His hostility came out of nowhere."

"By the way, if he really inherits the throne in the future, won't my life be very difficult?"

Alas, it seems that the rebellion plan has to be put on the agenda.

The code name of the operation was Splenda Spring.

Failure is rebellion, success is revolution!

"The throne?"

Octavia chuckled, with undisguised sarcasm in her tone:

"It's still a question whether Tiberius can inherit the throne~"

"It would be a real disaster if the empire were handed over to someone like him."

"Father must have considered the same thing, which is why he never made him the crown prince."

"That's true."

Lucius nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Plotina beside him, a different light flashing in his eyes:

"But the throne of the empire isn't limited to men. Plotina, why don't you go and fight for it?"

"In this way, I can become a prince."

With a gamble, the princess becomes the queen.

The two identities give people different feelings. The feeling of being overturned when beating the queen is enough to make Brother Lu's dick stand up just thinking about it!

"Why do I feel that your purpose is not so simple?"

Plotina looked at Lucius helplessly, revealing a somewhat doting expression.

At the same time, a hint of thought flashed in her eyes. Although she had never thought of this possibility, she had to admit that this proposal was indeed... attractive in some way.

However, when she thought of her short life, her eyes dimmed again.

Forget it, there is not enough time.

"My little lord, can a prince satisfy you?"

Octavia's expression suddenly became playful, and she urged Lucius jokingly:

"I think that compared to Tiberius or us three sisters, the young lord is more suitable to be the emperor~"

Lucius:? ? ?

Holy shit! Are you so rebellious?

It is a blessing for the emperor to have a daughter like you.

"Think about it—"

Octavia spoke in a light tone, as if she was not discussing any major events in the sand:

"Whether it's me or Plotina, the child we give birth to will still be of the royal family of Basileus. In the end, we're still a family!"

"and......"

Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and her voice was full of temptation:

"In this way, the young lord can marry as many women as he wants, right?"

As it turned out, Octavia was very good at grasping the key points and immediately grasped Lucius' urgent need to become the king of the harem.

Plotina widened her eyes, obviously not expecting her sister to have considered this.

In other words, did my sister intend to share it with everyone from the beginning?

Just as everyone was immersed in this bold idea, Octavia gently placed her hand on Lucius' thigh and played a cheerful rhythm without anyone noticing.

The rhythm is brisk and lively, with a hint of ambiguity and playfulness, as if conveying some secret signal.

Lucius's mouth corners slightly raised, but his face showed no abnormality. He just continued as if nothing had happened:

"How can you say that, Your Highness?"

"Everyone in this empire knows that I, Lucius, am a first-class loyal minister. I absolutely do not have such ambitions~"

Then, he cleverly changed the subject and brought the focus back to tonight's palace banquet:

"By the way, I heard there's a dance party tonight?"

............

On the other side, after Tiberius left Lucius and the others, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He walked quickly through the banquet hall where people were drinking and chatting. The light from the chandelier cast mottled shadows on his gloomy face.

Finally, he stopped at a secluded corner hidden by heavy curtains.

There, a tall middle-aged man was waiting for him.

The man had a stern face and a thick beard. He was dressed in an exquisite suit and had a Clovis family coat of arms pinned on his chest.

This person is none other than Lucius's uncle——

Domitian Clovis.

"His Highness Tiberius."

Domitian bowed slightly, stroked his chest with his right hand, and said respectfully:

"Did the conversation just now go well?"

Tiberius's face darkened even more when he heard this, and he almost gnashed his teeth:

"Domitian of the Grooves, are you deliberately trying to make fun of me?"

"Smooth? Terrible!"

"My sister humiliated me in front of so many people, and that guy Lucius..."

He took a gulp of wine, and the amber liquid slid down his chin:

"Humph! What a great heir to the Clovis family!"

Just as Octavia said, when Tiberius met someone who was respectful to him, he immediately began to breathe.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Domitian's eyes, but a perfectly balanced look of worry appeared on his face.

"I know Your Highness has been wronged, but I ask Your Highness to be patient for now. The time has not come yet."

Just then, Fabian, son of Domitian, came over.

"Father, Your Highness."

Fabian bowed slightly, his pocket watch chain dangling slightly on his chest:

"Earl Randall wants to see you. He says he has something important to discuss."

Domitian frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said to Tiberius:

"Your Highness, please excuse me and allow me to go see Earl Randall."

Tiberius waved his hand impatiently:

"Go away, and remember to come back and report to me."

Domitian bowed again, then turned and walked away, leaving Fabian standing aside.

"You get out too."

Tiberius loosened his tie and said to Fabian in a bad tone:

"I need some quiet time."