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Although Ottreif still harbored doubts, he nodded silently after hearing Gustav's words, believing them sixty to seventy percent.

He knew his brother's character well; Gustav had devoted his life to the continuation and development of the empire, and for this goal, he could spare no cost, even abandoning his own son's right to inherit the throne.

Ottreif pondered to himself that if the empire were prosperous and stable as in the past, Gustav would definitely let Soren ascend the throne without hesitation, and even take action in advance to eliminate those in the royal family who might not accept Soren, to ensure the smooth succession of the throne.

The current situation was completely different; various princes had rebelled, and the empire was in turmoil, beset by internal and external troubles. In such a critical moment, perhaps a more prestigious and commanding royal prince was really needed to steer the ship, in order to lead the empire out of its predicament and restore its former glory.

However, he still felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, always sensing that there were some unknown secrets behind this, but he just couldn't see through them for the time being.

Soren stood quietly in the palace, not having had time to speak, but the atmosphere had already become tense and oppressive.

At this moment, Neumann, with a look of indignation, was the first to step forward to object. His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

In Neumann's view, although the empire was indeed in a difficult situation of turmoil and internal and external troubles, Crown Prince Soren's abilities in recent times were obvious to all.

Under the Crown Prince's careful planning and command, the northwest region, which was originally chaotic and plagued by war, was now gradually recovering and showing a thriving trend.

Whether it was stabilizing the local situation, organizing the army to resist foreign enemies, or handling civil affairs, the Crown Prince had demonstrated extraordinary leadership skills and was fully capable of leading the empire out of its current predicament and continuing to write the empire's glorious chapter.

Therefore, he really couldn't understand why His Majesty would make such a decision to pass the throne to Prince Ottreif.

Neumann said emotionally, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty, this move is not in line with the empire's current development. Now that the northwest is thriving under the Crown Prince's control, and the people are full of confidence in the Crown Prince's rule, if the successor is changed at this time, I am afraid it will plunge the empire into greater turmoil—"

However, before Neumann could finish speaking, Gustav's face darkened, his brow furrowed, and he impatiently waved his hand, directly interrupting him and saying in a cold and unquestionable tone, "My mind is made up. Send Neumann out of the palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, two silver-armored, upright guards immediately walked out quickly from both sides of the palace.

With serious expressions on their faces, they did not hesitate at all, walking straight to Neumann, grabbing his arms on the left and right.

Like treating a prisoner, they forcibly dragged Neumann, who was still struggling to continue persuading, out of the palace.

For a time, the palace fell into a dead silence. The other ministers and chief officials looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

They never expected that His Majesty would so forcefully interrupt Neumann's remonstrance and even have him dragged out. This sudden change left them at a loss for how to react.

Finance Minister Horns was the first to recover, but he didn't say anything more, only closing his eyes slightly, as if he was resting.

However, his slightly trembling eyelids revealed that his heart was not at peace, perhaps he was rapidly calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

Minister of Special Affairs Reineski was completely different. He still sat there leisurely, slowly eating the lamb chop in his hand, as if the major change concerning the succession of the imperial throne had nothing to do with him.

He had always been like this, unable to see the hidden secrets in this and not caring at all about who would inherit the throne.

In his heart, he had always adhered to a simple principle, which was to obey the emperor's orders.

As long as he could keep his official position and live a stable life, he didn't want to get too involved in other complex power struggles.

As for Prince Ottreif, perhaps because the sudden matter of inheriting the throne had brought him too much shock, or perhaps because he had many complex emotions in his heart, he began to drink cup after cup, and soon became completely drunk.

He stumbled, his eyes blurred, and he mumbled something indistinctly. Finally, with the support of his guards, he was sent out of the palace, his departing figure appearing somewhat lonely under the moonlight, revealing a hint of drunken absurdity.

Soren, on the other hand, hadn't even recovered from the series of changes that had just occurred when he received a summons, saying that he was to go to the emperor's bedroom.

He didn't dare to delay at all, and hurriedly sorted out his thoughts and walked quickly towards the emperor's bedroom. When he arrived, he found that several other ministers had already arrived before him. Everyone's faces were quite solemn, and no one spoke. The entire bedroom was shrouded in a heavy and mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, Emperor Gustav, who had been sitting silently on the couch, slowly raised his head, his eyes looking straight at Soren, his eyes deep and complex, with an inscrutable meaning, and asked, "Soren, do you know what my purpose is in doing this?"

The voice echoed in the quiet bedroom, as if carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, making Soren's heart tighten suddenly.

So he quickly gathered his mind and began to think quickly in his mind, trying to explore the true meaning behind his father's actions.

Soren lowered his head slightly, his brow furrowed, and after a brief moment of thought, he raised his head and looked at Gustav firmly, saying, "Father, you should want Prince Ottreif to fully guard the empire's eastern gate."

His voice was steady and powerful, and as soon as he spoke, the atmosphere of the entire bedroom seemed to change quietly.

Gustav's originally slightly serious face instantly showed a satisfied expression. He nodded lightly, his eyes showing approval, as if Soren had just said what he was thinking.