Everyone Wants to Put Me on the Throne

[Complete·Please support the genuine version] Copywriting Shi Zhou, the fifth prince of the current dynasty, was an anomaly. He did not strive for power, nor was he greedy for power, money, or fame. His ideal in life was to be stable and enjoy life. However, everyone was asking Shi Zhou to put on the dragon robe. "Your Highness, I am only willing to be your prime minister." "The last general can go to the northern frontier to surrender the barbarian slaves, and can also return the military power to the royal family. However, the throne can only belong to His Highness if it is not the last general's." "Your Highness, call me sir, and I will teach you all about this imperial art. I hope you will live up to it." "Ah Zhou, the emperor is reluctant to fight with you, so he can only give in." … Someone whispered in his ear, and the ambergris in the temple burned more and more fiercely, making the person confused and confused. The golden robe embroidered with dragons was forced to be draped over the body, and the heavy crown was forced to be worn on the hair. Shi Zhou stepped up the steps, pearls and jade colliding with each other as he walked. He turned around and looked down at the ministers kneeling below. Intention: Relaxed