Male God, a Little Su

"Uncle, I have only you..."

He gently pulled Su Ro's sleeve, his eyes filled with confusion, and he whispered.

Su Yan paused, sighed softly, and touched his head lightly.

"Do you want to be a prince?"

"I……"

Shen Zuo raised his head in a daze, but was actually dumbfounded.

He looked at Shen Li and the others, his eyes flashed, and he pinched his sleeves.

"You all go out."

Su Yan lost a look and drove everyone out, including Shen Li.

Shen Li clenched his hands hanging by his side, pursed his lips and silently followed the servants out.

The door closed behind him.

For a while, only Shen Zuo and Su Yan were left in the room.

Shen Zuo's tense emotions suddenly relaxed, followed by exhaustion.

His eyes were slightly red, "Uncle Huang, I don't want to be a prince, I'm too tired..."

Not only to be reprimanded by the father, but also to be regarded as a thorn in the flesh by those brothers. He has now lost the favor of his father, and he has no mother and concubine as the backing, and his grandfather's family has not returned to its former glory.

In contrast, the mother clan of his brothers is growing year by year.

What does he compare to them?

"If you don't like it, then don't do it."

"Can--"

Shen Zuo covered his face, water stains overflowed from his fingers, and his body slowly slid down.

He knelt at Su Yan's feet and buried his head on her knees.

"It's not that I can't do it if I don't want to do it..."

He didn't even dare to think, if he didn't become the prince, what would he do and what would happen to him.

So many brothers are eyeing the position under his ass, wanting to pull him down, and trample him into hell, so that he can never be saved.

History is full of tragedies, he is afraid, afraid that he will be like those princes.

Su Yan sighed, she squinted her eyes, and her dark eyes seemed to be unable to penetrate light, which was unpredictable.

"If you want to be the emperor, Uncle Huang can help you."

"As long as you nod, that position is yours, and no one can take it away."

"Stop crying, eh?"

She stroked Shen Zuo's back soothingly.

In the system space, 04 watched this scene, his eyes flickered, and finally returned to calm.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The other party's voice was too gentle, like the first wisps of wind blowing past his ears in the early morning of a spring day.

Shen Zuo was lying on Su Yan's knee, his eyes were red when he cried, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, I can't do well..."

He can't even be a prince, how can he face the world?

Compared with the high position of power, what Shen Zuo was more afraid of was becoming a sinner through the ages.

Su Yan smiled softly, she wiped away the tears on Shen Zuo's face with a handkerchief, "I know."

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Huang protects you."

She knew what Shen Zuo was most afraid of. In fact, from the first glance, Su Yan knew that with Shen Zuo's temperament, he would not be a good emperor.

Indecisive, soft-hearted, and easily provoked.

If such a person does not have the help of a good minister, the fate is absolutely terrible.

Plus--

He may not be able to climb to the supreme throne in the end. After all, the brothers around him don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. His character, ability, and even the power of his mother family could not support him to win this contest.

Shen Zuo was tired from crying and slept in the palace.

He slept very peacefully, and he would have nightmares every night in the East Palace, dreaming that his brothers were chasing him viciously one by one. I dreamed that he lost the position of prince and died without a whole corpse.