Recalling Feng Wuchen's earlier troubled expression, Ling Su couldn't help but ask, "Since a solution has been found for the plague, why do you still seem so worried? Is there something else troubling you? If there is, just tell me, and if I can help, I certainly will."
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen felt a surge of joy inside, but on the outside, he showed a bitter smile.
"I don't really have any worries; I just feel so useless compared to my brothers and the Crown Prince!"
"No wonder Father has always favored my younger brother as his successor. It's no surprise Father looks down on me when I can't even help with something as significant as the plague."
After speaking, he again showed a look of resigned despair.
Ling Su, after hearing Feng Wuchen's words, immediately understood.
"You want to be Emperor?" Ling Su said.
