My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Zhu Gaoxu was grinning, thinking that the book he had just read would be very interesting, and he even wanted to see his father's embarrassed expression.

Before he could even finish gloating, the fire turned on him.

He looked up and saw that Zhu Di, Zhu Biao, Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Gaosui were all staring straight at him.

"Father...Father...This...This isn't me!"

Zhu Gaoxu loudly protested his innocence.

"I'm innocent!"

"This must be a slander against me by later generations! Yes! It's a slander!"

"Your subject is utterly loyal to your elder brother and to your father, with absolutely no disloyalty!"

"Didn't Shopkeeper Chen just say it was a novel?"

Although it's true that he wants to be emperor, his father, elder brother, and nephew are all around him now.

Isn't admitting it outright tantamount to courting death?

"Novels, novels are based on reality too!"

Zhu Zhanji muttered something under his breath, his gaze towards Zhu Gaoxu filled with wariness.

He knew that his second uncle had ulterior motives.

Looks like I'll have to be careful of him when I get back!

Zhu Di merely gave him a deep look and did not pursue the matter further.

Zhu Gaosui, on the other hand, looked at Zhu Gaoxu with admiration.

Sure enough, my second brother had that idea in mind!

Chen Mo looked at the book title, which made the atmosphere even stranger, and cursed the novel a thousand times in his heart.

Is this done on purpose?

Could it be that he's been watching too much, which is why they keep pushing notifications to him?

But how could it be such a coincidence?

Chen Mo kept refreshing the page, trying to ease the awkwardness, but the next second...

"I, Zhu Zhanji, started by roasting my own uncle over a fire."

Zhu Gaoxu: Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

Zhu Gaosui: Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

Zhu Zhanji: ? ? ?

Zhu Di: ? ? ?

Zhu Biao: ? ? ?

Zhu Gaoxu suddenly looked at Zhu Zhanji, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Good! Good for you, Zhu Zhanji!"

Zhu Gaoxu pointed at Zhu Zhanji, his voice trembling with anger and fear.

"So you've been wanting to kill your second uncle all along!"

"You fucking roast me over a fire! You're so heartless!"

"I don't!"

Zhu Zhanji's face was a little pale, and he hurriedly explained.

"Second Uncle, let me explain! How could I possibly do something so cruel to you? This is definitely a fabrication by later generations!"

Zhu Gaoxu sneered.

"Arrangement? Didn't you just say that novels are all adapted from reality?"

He should have kept quiet, because once he did, Zhu Zhanji got angry and glared at Zhu Gaoxu with a furious expression.

"And what about you, Second Uncle? What's with your imperial dream?"

Zhu Zhanji asked.

"Do you feel like my dad and I are blocking your way?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu also became somewhat flustered.

"You're talking nonsense! That...that's all made up! I never even thought of that!"

"Haven't you thought about it? Why did later generations write about you, Zhu Gaochi, and specifically describe you as having the countenance of an emperor?!"

Zhu Zhanji pressed his advantage relentlessly, his face flushed with excitement, and his words became increasingly sharp.

"If it weren't for your usual words and actions, how could you have given people such ammunition?!"

"You little brat, you're spouting nonsense! My loyalty to your father and to my father is beyond question!"

"His supposed unwavering loyalty is nothing more than a scheme to create his own Ming Dynasty and become emperor?!"

"you……"

"Enough!!"

With Zhu Di's loud shout, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Gaoxu both fell silent.

Zhu Di looked at the two of them coldly.

"Damn it, I'm still alive! And you're already discussing whether or not to be emperor? Don't you even respect me as your father?"

Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji both lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Speaking at this moment is like walking into the line of fire, isn't it?

"Zhanji, tell Grandpa Huang."

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Zhanji, his eyes unfathomably deep.

"If...if in the future you really sit on that throne, and your second uncle, the Prince of Han, he...he really rebelled."

Zhu Di paused, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"You... could you really roast him alive, just like the book says?"

Zhu Zhanji trembled, abruptly raised his head, and answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Your grandson would never do that!"

"Grandpa, you are wise! My second uncle is my own uncle, and he is my father's own brother!"

"Even if he... even if he truly has a thousand faults, your grandson will only deal with him according to the law, either imprisoning or deposing him. How could such horrifying and cruel torture be inflicted on our own blood relatives?!"

"How is that impossible!"

However, before Zhu Zhanji could finish speaking, Zhu Gaoxu, who was standing to the side, let out a cold laugh.

He pointed at Zhu Zhanji.

"You make it sound nice! But will you handle it according to the law? Imprisonment or demotion?"

"Hahaha! Then you'll have the knife in your hands, you can do whatever you want!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he wanted to vent his frustrations on the spot.

"I've had my eye on you, you little brat, for a long time! I've been wanting your uncle dead for ages! And now you're here pretending to be righteous, trying to fool your imperial grandfather!"

"Second Uncle, you're spouting nonsense!"

Provoked by this, Zhu Zhanji's voice rose eight octaves.

"My actions, Zhu Zhanji, are worthy of Heaven and my ancestors! On the contrary, you, Second Uncle, keep saying I want to kill you, clearly coveting the throne yourself; your heart is despicable!"

"Those claims were all fabricated!"

"Then isn't my roasting over a fire a stain?!"

"You have ulterior motives!"

"Second Uncle, you really live up to your word!"

"Shut up, all of you!!"

Zhu Di roared again.

He then looked at Zhu Gaoxu and sneered.

"What! Could it be that you intend to emulate Lao Tzu and stage a Jingnan Rebellion?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu was completely distraught and knelt down with a thud.

"Father...Father! Your son wouldn't dare! Your son would never dare!"

"Afraid? Are you really afraid, or are you just pretending?"

"Of course I really wouldn't dare!"

Zhu Gaoxu looked completely sincere.

"Dad! Don't let my young age fool you... Zhanji and I always bicker and argue, but actually we have a very good relationship!"

"You're right, aren't you, my dear nephew?"

Zhu Zhanji pondered for a moment.

"That's right! Second Uncle is absolutely right! Your grandson and Second Uncle were just... just had a few words of argument, and had no other intentions!"

"My second uncle has always been very kind and caring towards his grandson, and the grandson deeply respects him!"

Zhu Zhanji paused.

"As for those novels, they're all just fiction! Whether it's me roasting my second uncle or him rebelling, it's all impossible!"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Zhu Gaoxu beside him.

"You agree, right, Second Uncle?"

Zhu Gaoxu breathed a slight sigh of relief when he heard Zhu Zhanji speak up for him, and nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's all made up! It's complete nonsense!"

"Zhanji is my own nephew, I love him dearly! How could I possibly...rebel against him!"

When the two of them got together, they really looked like uncle and nephew.

Chen Mo's lips twitched as he watched this scene.

At the same time, Zhu Gaosui, who was constantly playing with his phone, suddenly noticed a video and his eyes lit up.

They ordered it on the spot.

Next second,

"Nephew! My dear little nephew Zhu Yunwen! Where are you going?! Your fourth uncle is here to settle scores with you!"

"Your fourth uncle feels bad seeing how incompetent you are as an emperor!"

Zhu Biao: ? ? ?

Zhu Gaoxu: ? ? ?

Zhu Zhanji: ? ? ?

Zhu Di: ? ? ?