I, the Crown Prince, Abdicate!

I only wanted to be a shut-in who lazed around until the day I died. Who could have guessed I'd transmigrate into this chaotic imperial city? And worst of all, it seems I'm a crown prince! What's more, there's a pretty good chance I'll inherit the throne someday?! How could that possibly work? Compared to being a top-level target with a thousand responsibilities, liable to be killed by someone at the slightest slip, I'd rather be an idle prince who spends his days walking dogs and keeping birds.

"Second Brother! I think you have extraordinary talent. You'd make a fine emperor. Why don't you..."

"Big Brother! I'm feeling a little under the weather today. You should talk to Third Brother instead. Let's not say things that could hurt our relationship again."

"Huh? Second Brother! What did you say? I can't hear you. My ears got a little hurt in the recent fighting. You should ask Fourth Brother instead."

"Third Brother! If you say that again, I'll disown you! An emperor needs the ability to care for the whole realm. I don't have what it takes, so you'd better ask Fifth Brother."

"You little rebels!" The great emperor slammed the table, glaring furiously as he watched his sons argue back and forth. Then, with a murderous gaze fixed on the crown prince, who was bound like a dumpling, he asked in a deeply anguished voice, "What exactly did you say to your younger brothers? Why don't any of you want to inherit the magnificent realm I conquered?!"