Scenario:我穿越到一个修仙世界皇室的婴儿身上，成为最小的皇子，受到哥哥们的宠爱，但好景不长，八位哥哥为保卫国家而死。世人都说我是废物，国家将灭亡。但是我从穿越的那天起便一直看着哥哥们修炼，功力早已世间无敌，仙人我也可与之一战。我不喜战争，不喜政治权谋，只想享受生活。为避免更多哥哥送死， 我主动请缨，灭掉所有敌人，名扬天下。我酒后随意一句便是千古名句，我创建修仙宗门保卫国家，我一人可杀百万兵。
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我穿越到一个修仙世界皇室的婴儿身上，成为最小的皇子，受到哥哥们的宠爱，但好景不长，八位哥哥为保卫国家而死。世人都说我是废物，国家将灭亡。但是我从穿越的那天起便一直看着哥哥们修炼，功力早已世间无敌，仙人我也可与之一战。我不喜战争，不喜政治权谋，只想享受生活。为避免更多哥哥送死， 我主动请缨，灭掉所有敌人，名扬天下。我酒后随意一句便是千古名句，我创建修仙宗门保卫国家，我一人可杀百万兵。
I Am The Young Master Of The Royal Family
first_person_protagonist, male. He is the youngest and only survivor of a royal family with nine brothers. He is determined, resilient, and humorous. After losing all his brothers in war, he found himself in a world of immortals. Initially weak as an infant, he grew up to become one of the most powerful immortals. Despite being ridiculed and called the "Waste Son, " he proved his worth by killing countless enemies. He even created a sect for cultivation, leaving behind a legacy that endures.
Eighth Brother
side_character, male. He is the eighth eldest among the siblings and specialized in divination like his elder brother. He is optimistic, brave, and tenacious. Always ready to support his brothers from beyond the veil of spirits after he passed away, he maintained a positive influence on their decisions during battles.
Fifth Brother
side_character, male. He is the fifth eldest among the siblings and played various roles within the family's defense structure. He is hottempered, loyal, and protective. Quick to anger but quick to forgive as well, he stood by his brothers through thick and thin. His willingness to charge into danger even when foolishly so highlighted his unwavering protection of his family and their father.
I still remember the day I came to this world.
I was an infant prince, the youngest of nine brothers.
My eight older brothers were all dead, killed in a war that lasted for three years.
The country was left with only one hundred thousand soldiers.
The enemy had twice as many soldiers as us and had also enlisted the help of neighboring countries.
In the end, all my brothers died in battle, one after the other.
The oldest brother died first, followed by the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth brothers.
Only I was left to inherit the royal family's bloodline.
However, I was just an infant at the time and couldn't understand what was happening.
All I could do was follow the servants who took care of my brothers and cry whenever I was hungry or uncomfortable.
It wasn't until much later that I realized that my brothers had given their lives to protect our father, the king.
They died in a war against their stepmother, who had tried to take over the kingdom with the help of her relatives.
After they died, I was all alone in this world.
I didn't have any parents to take care of me or any siblings to play with.
The only people left were the servants who used to take care of my brothers and a few other officials who worked for my father.
I ascend the winding marble staircase leading to the throne room.
My footsteps echo off the empty halls, accompanied by the soft rustling of my robes.
The afternoon sun streams through tall windows, casting long shadows across the faded tapestries that adorn the walls.
These tapestries depict the victories of my brothers, their bravery and honor immortalized in intricate threads of gold and crimson.
Guards stand silently at their posts, bowing their heads as I pass.
Their eyes are filled with a mixture of respect and pity, for I am the last remaining prince, the sole heir to a kingdom that once thrived under the rule of my father and brothers.
Outside the massive double doors that lead to the throne room, I pause for a moment.
I run my fingers over the intricate carvings of dragons that adorn the wood.
My eldest brother had once explained to me the significance of these carvings, how they symbolized strength and power.
The wood feels cold beneath my touch, a stark contrast to the warmth that once radiated from this place. Two servants hurry forward to open the heavy doors, revealing a cavernous chamber that was once filled with life and vitality.
The golden throne sits at the far end of the room, its surface covered in a thin layer of dust.
My steps slow as I approach it, memories flooding back of how my brothers would stand proudly beside it during ceremonies and how my father would sit upon it, wise and just in his reign.
The throne room is empty now, devoid of the laughter and chatter that once filled it.
I pause before the entrance, my small hand still resting on the dragon carvings.
The evening sun casts long shadows through the pillars, and the distant chirping of crickets fills the air.
Suddenly, footsteps echo behind me, growing louder with each passing moment.
I turn to see Lin-mei approaching, her pace steady and purposeful.
Lin-mei has been my nursemaid since I was born, and she is one of the few people who have remained by my side throughout these tumultuous years.
Her eyes are usually cast downward in deference, but today they bore into mine with an intensity that makes me uneasy.
My infant body tenses instinctively, though I possess the knowledge and memories of my past life.
The reactions of my current form are beyond my control.
She stops three paces away from me, her hands clasped tightly at her waist.
"Your Highness," Lin-mei begins, her voice steady but urgent, "there is something you must know about your father's death."
I blink, taken aback by the gravity in her tone.
"It wasn't the enemy who killed him; it was someone within our own court."
