A Fight for the Throne? Give Me a Break! Everything I Say Becomes an Imperial Edict

At the Golden Throne Hall, the crown prince stormed the palace with armored troops, while the civil and military officials trembled in fear.

I, the most useless Ninth Prince, stepped forward with a yawn. “Elder Brother, watch your step.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the crown prince tripped on flat ground and landed face-first in the dirt.

“General, your armor looks a little loose.” The next moment, the armor of the enemy army’s commander, with thirty thousand troops at his back, fell apart on the spot!

Who says you need brains to fight for the throne? I just want to lie flat and rely on my “jinx,” but unfortunately, my abilities won’t let me!