After kicking Adams aside, Mo'er gestured to the other two princes hiding nearby: "Come over!"
The two princes were overjoyed and rushed towards Morgan in a scramble.
"One is enough!"
The two princes stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, then simultaneously ran forward again, starting to tug at each other, and soon began to scuffle.
"Get lost, I'm the Second Prince. I should inherit the throne."
"You should get lost. I'm Father's favorite son. I should inherit the throne."
The ministers and nobles looked on coldly as these two princes scuffled and spewed insults like clowns. Is this the more suitable candidate Morgan was talking about?
Even Adams, generally timid, couldn't help but think to himself at this moment, how am I worse than these two fools?
Morgan felt a headache coming on and his veins popping out. He was trying to stage a coup with utmost seriousness, yet these two fools were turning it into a farce, destroying the solemn atmosphere entirely.
"Enough!"
