Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 647

"Prince Francis is smart and virtuous, so he is qualified for the position of the crown prince."

"But Prince Francis has been weak all year round. He has to spend more than half a year on the bed every year. With such poor health, how could he perform the duties as a crown prince well? I don't think he is a good choice." Someone immediately objected to the proposal. After all, Francis had been weak for so many years and was often seriously ill. If he was to be chosen as the crown prince, it wouldn't be good for the Bright Dynasty to have a crown prince who might succumb to his illness at any time.

"Prince Lucas is smart and in good health. Although he is such a ladies' man."

"He enjoys all forms of gambling and likes to go whoring. Aren't you afraid that he might lose the entire Bright Dynasty on the gambling table?" Someone furiously expressed his disapproval. Lucas' dishonorable deeds were too numerous to be listed down. When he was only thirteen years old, the emperor gave him a beauty, but he immediately lost her in a gambling game. When he was fourteen years old, the emperor gave him a mansion as his residence, but he lost the deed of its title in another gambling game even though he had only been living in it for a couple of days. Fortunately, Matthew had brought the title deed back to him. When he was fifteen years old, the emperor ordered him to work at the Ministry of Revenue. Later on, he ended up owing a huge sum of money from gambling and told his creditors to collect the money from the Ministry of Revenue with evidence of debt, including the debt he owed for going whoring and throwing banquets with his whores.

"Well... But except those mentioned bad habits, Prince Lucas doesn't really have any other one."

"Don't you think he already has too many bad habits?" a courtier blurted out, flying into a fit of rage. "How can such a wicked prince like him handle the great responsibility? No, I absolutely disagree. He is even worse than Prince Francis. Prince Francis' health has been seeing some improvement. Who knows? Maybe he would even recover completely very soon."

"Prince Francis has been ill for fifteen years. He should have recovered a long time ago if he could. Considering the fact that he still hasn't recovered yet, it's safe to say that he is never going to recover completely."

"You're talking nonsense. Prince Francis can walk normally just like everyone now, can't he? Why would you think that he can't recover? He's a much better option than Prince Lucas, who goes whoring every day, without even attending to his proper duties. How could such a man as Prince Lucas take the great responsibility of being the crown prince?"

Divided into two camps, the courtiers kept arguing, foaming at the mouth. For the time being, there were only two feasible options presented—Francis or Lucas as the new crown prince. Francis was weak, while Lucas was perverse. The two groups of courtiers went on insisting their own views, neither of them showing signs of giving in. Their debate was about to overturn the roof of the Golden Hall.

In the gathering's entirety, not once did Franklin take part. He simply watched and listened to the others as they argued as an onlooker. Zack, on the other hand, was a bit laid-back, as he echoed the opinions of both groups of courtiers. Needless to say, he was simply taking pleasure in watching this good play.

As he looked at the two groups go at each other's throats, Allen helplessly shook his head in disappointment. "I'm old," he exclaimed.

"You must be kidding, Father. You are not old at all," Clark commented with a smile. Truth be told, he wasn't taking the debate among the courtiers very seriously, but he felt like watching a play. After all, the new crown prince was going to be determined by the emperor himself rather than any of the courtiers. Now that the emperor hadn't fully recovered yet, the courtiers' debate would not be of any use, regardless of how fiercely they tried to argue about it.