HRPM – Chapter 104 Tricked (4)

Xiao Luo held a folding fan under his chin and chuckled cheerfully.

There was none of the gloom or dejection one might expect from a disabled man—between his brows shone a bright, confident ease.

“After being praised like that by you, it seems I do have a few merits. I just wonder whether your little beauty would take a liking to a scheming cripple like me?”

“Seventeenth Uncle, stop teasing your nephew. I know you’re just bored with life and love making jokes. Honestly, I should find a way to get Father Emperor to start a war and send you, this idle troublemaker, to the front lines—you’re too much of an eyesore.”

Seeing the teasing glint in Xiao Luo’s expression, Xiao Yu realized he was just being toyed with and couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“By the way, you said earlier that there’s been one strange thing after another today—what interesting thing happened?” Xiao Yu asked curiously.

Xiao Luo smiled mysteriously. “Hehe, you’ll find out soon enough. Ah… I never knew the three of you brothers were actually so in sync.”

This only made Xiao Yu even more curious.

Entering the court, Xiao Yu looked around. It seemed unusually lively today—and at the center of the commotion, he spotted Xiao Yan and Xiao Che. Both of them didn’t look too pleased.

Xiao Che was as gloomy as a low-pressure storm, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to freeze everyone around him.

Xiao Yan was slightly better, but the usual smile on his lips looked extremely forced.

Xiao Luo tapped his folding fan lightly against his wheelchair and called out loudly to the two displeased men at the center of the storm, “Xiao Che, Xiao Yan—come here.”

The two of them stepped out from the tightly packed circle of officials. When they saw Xiao Yu, their expressions darkened even further.

At that moment, some reckless official suddenly blurted out, “The three princes are wearing the same outfit today. I wonder who was so thoughtful as to give them identical clothes.”

The moment he finished speaking, an icy chill swept through the entire court.

The three princes sized each other up, their gazes ominous and their expressions strange. Anyone could tell they were suppressing their anger.

The more perceptive officials quickly backed away, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the three princes. For a moment, the hall was filled with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Only one tactless, straightforward military officer remained where he was. Looking at the three princes dressed in the same style, he found it amusing—and, fearless to the point of recklessness, he added another comment.