Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"She has always been like my right-hand woman, she is very outstanding."

"That's not what I'm asking!!" Mrs. Yao grabbed Isaac's shoulders and shook him violently. "You've been living together for three years and there hasn't been any real progress!?"

What kind of progress do you want?

Mrs. Yao stretched out her hands, one hand making an OK sign, the other with her index finger extended forward. She kept crossing her hands.

Experienced drivers understand. But Isaac doesn't.

"What do you mean?"

"Sigh..." Mrs. Yao sighed, "Let's get straight to the point, have you two kissed?"

The image of Violet cupping his cheeks and kissing his lips before he disappeared flashed through Isaac's mind again.

"There really is one."

Chapter 366: Deceit and Scamming Are Unscrupulous

The following day at noon, Isaac went to the palace as promised.

Last night, under her mother's persistent questioning, she didn't reveal much. If she continued, she would also reveal her epic battle with the little man in the bottle, which would only increase her worries.

Fortunately, Madam Yao did not press the matter further.

Before Isaac arrived, in the imperial palace, the emperor, dressed in his dragon robe, sat on his throne, with a few scattered ministers standing below him. The morning court session had ended, and most of the civil and military officials had already returned home.

They seemed to be discussing something there.

“Your Majesty, I believe that the matter of establishing diplomatic relations should be carefully considered before proceeding,” a minister said during his audience. “It would cause great instability in the international situation.”

"This matter has already been decided, and I have no interest in discussing it with you," the emperor said indifferently. "There is something more important that I need your advice on."

"Your Majesty, we are willing to share your burdens," the ministers said.

"Yes, good." The emperor nodded. "My son, the seventh prince of the new kingdom, returned yesterday."

The emperor's words left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Your Majesty refers to... His Highness Yao Feifan?"

"The one who was an officer in Amestris?"

"It is said that they have already seized control of the military in that country."

The emperor looked at the officials discussing below and continued, "Indeed, he is undoubtedly the most outstanding of my sons. I think none of you would have any objection to letting him succeed me."

“To let a prince who has served as an officer in another country inherit the throne, this…” One of the ministers was clearly hesitant.

"Hmm?" The emperor's gaze towards the minister changed instantly.

“Perfectly suited, this precisely demonstrates the Seventh Prince’s outstanding abilities,” the minister quickly said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

The other ministers echoed this sentiment, while secretly thinking that this emperor was truly difficult to please.

To be honest, no one had a high opinion of this seventh prince whom they had never met, but in the new country, the emperor had absolute power, so their pessimism was of no use.

"That's what I think too." The emperor nodded in satisfaction, but then looked troubled. "However, Feifan has no intention of inheriting the throne, so I would like to ask my ministers for their opinions."

The ministers below began to whisper among themselves.

Princes who don't want to inherit the throne? Do they really exist?

"My dear ministers, do not be nervous, speak freely." The emperor said to the ministers who were still hesitant to make a decision, "As long as he inherits the throne, we can cheat and deceive him."

"..."

The ministers stared speechlessly at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne. Was this really something a ruler of a country should say?

“Your Majesty,” a minister spoke first, “has His Highness the Seventh Prince explained why he is unwilling to inherit the throne?”

"Oh, he said he wants to be the president of Amestris." The emperor curled his lip. "What's so great about that country whose economic strength is so far inferior to ours?"

"I believe Your Majesty should have a good talk with His Highness the Seventh Prince," the minister said. "Tell His Highness what the benefits of being emperor are; perhaps he will be moved."

"This method seems feasible," the emperor nodded.

Just then, Isaac arrived at the palace and shouted upon seeing the people inside:

"Dad, we're in a meeting."

This shout startled all the ministers present before the emperor. They glared angrily at the newcomer.

"Who dares to make a disturbance in the palace..."

"Feifan, you've arrived," the emperor said with a smile.

"..."

All the ministers wisely kept quiet.

"I was organizing files this morning, so I'm a little late," Isaac said, holding a large stack of documents. "I hope I didn't disturb your meeting."

"It's nothing, we were just discussing some trivial things."

'Discussing the pointless question of how to trick you into sitting on the throne,' the ministers thought to themselves.

“That’s good. This is also a task assigned to me by my superior,” Isaac said. “I’ve developed some technology that I want to collaborate on with New Zealand.”

"it is good……"

"Wait, Your Majesty." A minister appeared just in time to stop the emperor and said to Isaac, "Seventh Prince, do you have the technology you mentioned on you?"

This minister was a specialist in defense weapons development for the new country, and he was also an alchemist.

He needed to know exactly what Amestoris wanted to collaborate on.

“A little.” Isaac handed the document to the minister. “This is only part of it. We can provide more if you are willing to cooperate.”

The minister looked at it carefully, and the emperor stood up and said, "Feifan, you go and wait in the reception room at the back. I will come over in a while."

"it is good."

After Isaac left, the emperor walked up to the minister and asked, "How was it?"

The minister remained silent and read through the last few pages of the document.

"His Majesty."

"Ok?"

"The Seventh Prince must remain in the new kingdom! It doesn't matter if he gets the throne!" the minister shouted.

"what?"

"We'll stop at nothing to cheat and swindle!!"

"What exactly did you see?" the emperor asked, puzzled.

This minister used to be a very calm person.

The minister opened the document, muttering to himself, "This is not something that should exist in this era. I can't even imagine it. This is something that could change the world..."

Seeing the ministers talking incessantly, the emperor knew that he might not be able to play for a while, so he picked up the documents from their hands and walked to the back.

"Alright, I will find a way to get him to agree to inherit the throne."

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When the emperor entered the reception room, Isaac had already found a seat.

The emperor sat opposite Isaac, looking at him with a smile.

"What's wrong, Dad? Your smile is so creepy."

"Feifan, are you short of money lately?"

"Oh? Dad, are you thinking of giving me pocket money?" Isaac laughed.

"Having inherited my position, you can spend all the money in the national treasury as you please."

"You haven't given up yet!"

"Tsk, I knew I couldn't fool you like that." Although the emperor said this, his gaze toward Isaac became increasingly satisfied.

If he agrees because of this, the emperor might doubt whether he has misjudged the man, as this son still seems to be quite outstanding.

"Why would you refuse to be emperor and instead vie for the position of president?" the emperor asked, puzzled. "If you just nodded, you could be the leader of the world's strongest nation."

Isaac shook his head: "The president is not just a symbol of power to me, but also the ultimate goal of my efforts over the past ten years. I must have him."

Chapter 367: Colonial Plan

The emperor sighed: "Ah... I should have stopped you when you went to Amestolis. That way, your ambition would still be to become the emperor of the new country."

"I wouldn't be where I am today without those years at Brixkesburg."

"That's true." The emperor could not deny it.

The military life at Brixkesburg forged both the body and mind of young Isaac. Without the tempering he received there, Isaac would not be who he is today.

However, this does not mean that the emperor has given up.

“Extraordinary! There are actually many advantages to being an emperor.”

"Oh?"

"Look at me, I've taken fifty wives since I ascended the throne." The emperor said this with his nose twitching, looking very proud.

"Oh, so are you happy now?" Isaac asked casually.

"..."

"What's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

Upon hearing Isaac's question, the emperor's expression turned utterly forlorn: "I did indeed originally intend to marry fifty imperial concubines, but an accident occurred along the way, and two members of the Zhang and Qian clans have passed away."

"Then please accept my condolences."

"Extraordinary, do you know what this means?"

"what?"

"That means the remaining forty-eight people can make twelve tables of mahjong!" the emperor said, covering his face in grief.

"...I think I've heard my mom mention it before."

The emperor continued, "That's why I haven't frequented brothels, and I haven't been able to..."