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"Hurry up, the prince said that the child cannot be kept..."

"Manager Liu, what's going on, Your Majesty?"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know, and find the child quickly."

In a daze, Mo Ci seemed to hear someone saying something in a low voice, and it sounded like someone was going to kill someone to silence him.

No, he's not...

The hurried footsteps seemed to be getting closer and closer. Mo Ci didn't have time to think about it. The first thought that flashed through his mind was to hide.

With this movement, Mo Ci felt something was more and more wrong. If it wasn't the wrong timing, he would definitely find a mirror to look at his current appearance.

Mo Ci turned his gaze to the surroundings and groped around, finally finding a place to hide. It looked like a mezzanine in the bed. As soon as Mo Ci rolled in, it closed automatically.

Outside, there was the sound of a door being pushed open, and then it seemed like someone was lifting the quilt on the bed to look for someone. Not seeing the person on the bed, the person was stunned for a moment.

"Manager Liu, there's no one on the bed."

"How could it be?" Another voice sounded. He leaned over to look at the bed and indeed there was no one there. The man rolled his eyes and then gritted his teeth and continued.

"Keep looking. The prince said this child cannot be kept!"

"... ...yes."

Soon, Mo Ci heard the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets, accompanied by the coaxing voices of two people.

"Young Master, please come out quickly. The prince is looking for you."

"Young Master, please stop hiding. The princess has asked me to take you to her courtyard to eat some cakes. Please come out quickly."

Mo Ci listened to the two people's coaxing voices. If he didn't have good hearing and could hear the murderous intent in their tone, he would have really thought that they were sincere.

By the way, Young Master? Is that his current identity?

Mo Ci hid under the bed, blocking out the voices of the two people, and began to wonder what his current situation was. He clearly remembered that he had broken the closed path of ascension in that world, and for this, he died.

Logically, he should have been dead, so why was he... reborn?

What is his identity this time? Why does someone want to kill him again?

Mo Ci's mind was full of doubts, and no one could explain them to him. What he wanted to know now was what this rebirth was all about, and whether he would be reborn again after he died in this world?

After thinking about it, Mo Ci didn't know what was going on, so he simply gave up thinking and started thinking about how to escape the fate of being killed.

After all, according to those two people, he should be in the mansion of that prince. Hiding there is not a long-term solution. If he wants to escape without alerting anyone...

Mo Ci touched his hands, which were obviously those of a child of only a few years old, and despair appeared on his face. How could he, a child, escape?

But, just waiting to die? That wasn't his character. Between life and death, Mo Ci naturally chose life.

Although he didn't know what the current situation was, he could find a way to sneak out later to see the situation and make other plans.

Outside, the two men searched through all the drawers and cabinets but couldn't find Mo Ci. They never thought that the bed had a mechanism and that Mo Ci could be hiding in it.

Soon, the two of them walked out and looked for Mo Ci outside.

Inside the house, Mo Ci was also drowsy in the small space. Perhaps it was because this body was just a child and slept a lot. No matter how much Mo Ci resisted, he could not resist the deep sleepiness.

Meanwhile, Steward Liu, who hadn't found anyone anywhere, was summoned by the prince. The prince sat in his study with a cold expression. He glanced at Steward Liu and asked, "Has the child's issue not been resolved yet?"

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I don't know where the young master has gone. I haven't found him yet."

The steward knelt on the ground, answering tremblingly, not daring to raise his head. However, the man addressed as "Prince" seemed not to have heard anything and did not react at all.

But the more he acted like this, the more frightened the steward became. He waited for the prince's orders with his heart almost beating out of his chest.

"Well, keep looking."

These words immediately made the steward breathe a sigh of relief, and he kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your forgiveness. I will definitely find the young master and help Your Highness resolve this problem."

"Go back."

"Yes."

Manager Liu stared at the surface of his shoes, hunched over as he walked away, not daring to look at the prince. After he left, the prince frowned and seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's really troublesome."

The air returned to silence, with only the occasional sound of turning pages. It was unknown how much time had passed before the prince spoke as if giving an order.

"An Yi, go find him, and kill him when you find him. Understand?"

"My subordinate understands."

A figure appeared in the darkness like a ghost. The man was wearing night clothes and even his face was covered with a black scarf, revealing only a pair of ink-black eyes.

The man knelt on one knee, made a gesture of submission, and responded in a serious manner.

After the prince nodded, he left like a ghost, as if the figure just now was just an illusion.

On the other side, Mo Ci didn’t know how long he had slept. He was woken up by hunger.

The search for people outside continued unabated. Mo Ci was not sure if the place where he was hiding was 100% safe, but he could not go out now.

For a moment, I was caught in a dilemma.

Feeling hungry, Mo Ci frowned and tried to communicate with his own space. Just like before, this space was still intact, but the only food he had was pills.

Mo Ci looked at the things in the space, thinking that he had been reborn again, and might even be reborn countless times in the future. He finally realized that he had to put more things in the space.

Fortunately, there is the Qigong Pill among the elixirs, but I don’t know if the Qigong Pill is still useful in this world where the spiritual energy is so thin.

Mo Ci took out a fasting pill and put it in his mouth and swallowed it. Soon, he felt full. After he was no longer hungry, Mo Ci's brain worked a little faster.

He has no memory of this body, so he has to experience everything by himself. First of all, this body must have a very bad relationship with his prince father.

Otherwise, the prince would not have let someone kill his own child.

Mo Ci, who had just experienced her father's kindness, now found it difficult to understand why the prince wanted to kill his own child.

But even if he didn't understand, people had already done it, and all he could do was try his best to escape and survive.

Suddenly, Mo Ci heard a very small sound with his sharp ears. Subconsciously, Mo Ci held his breath. A creepy sense of crisis made Mo Ci dare not relax at all.

The air was so quiet that it was a little scary. Mo Ci could hardly hold his breath. After a while, Mo Ci couldn't stand it anymore and started breathing heavily. It was already difficult to breathe under the bed, and holding his breath made it even more difficult.

What Mo Ci didn't see was that a dark shadow was standing in front of the bed, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed were full of complexity.

The man already knew where Mo Ci was hiding, but... thinking of Mo Ci's smiling face, he felt a little reluctant, and the conflicted look on his face became even more intense. Just when Mo Ci took a deep breath, the other party decisively chose to turn around and leave.

Mo Ci didn't know that he had already been to the gates of hell.

The noise outside seemed to never stop. During this time, Mo Ci woke up and fell asleep, and never found a chance to go out.

Until the third night, there was silence outside. Mo Ci thought that perhaps the other party had finally given up, so he secretly stuck his head out and looked at the darkness outside.

Mo Ci finally felt relieved. At least it proved that there was no one guarding outside.

So Mo Ci carefully crawled out of the small space again and tidied himself up, thinking that if anything happened, he could still come back and hide there.

As he walked outside quietly, he was small and light, and his movements were deliberately light, so he was difficult to be discovered under the cover of night.

Mo Ci groped forward. With the help of the fasting pills for the past three days, he did not feel hungry. Although the spiritual energy in this world was thin, it was still there, so Mo Ci resumed his practice.

In just three days, the results were not great, but it did make Mo Ci's five senses more acute, which facilitated Mo Ci's actions at this time.

He walked quietly along the dark ground, stopped to observe after walking a distance, and continued to move forward after making sure that everything was fine.

After walking and stopping for a long time, Mo Ci didn't know the way and could be said to be relying entirely on luck. As he walked, Mo Ci heard a burst of light footsteps. Mo Ci thought something was wrong and kept an eye out for the best hiding place around him.

I don’t know if he was lucky or not, but he actually found a big basket that could cover him. Mo Ci quickly hid in the basket and tried to slow down his breathing.

Soon, the owners of the footsteps came here, and there was more than one person.

Mo Ci looked at the people over there through the narrow gap in the basket. It seemed that the person walking in front had a strong aura, and there were several people following behind him.

They soon stopped about forty or fifty meters away from here, and Mo Ci relied on his good eyesight to look at them.

One of them was sitting on a stone bench, and the other was standing opposite that person. Mo Ci attached the little spiritual energy he had to his ears and heard the person over there speaking in an unhappy tone.

"It's been three days, and you still haven't found anyone?"

"...Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was incompetent and failed to find the young master."

Someone answered, and the others knelt down and buried their heads, looking as if they were admitting their mistakes. The person sitting on the stone bench seemed to sneer when he saw this scene.

"You useless bastards! You can't even find a five-year-old child. What use do I have for you?!"

"Where could he have gone, a five-year-old? Hmm? Tell me, did he run away, or did you simply not look for him diligently?!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of kowtows rang out one after another, accompanied by a group of people's panicked responses.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. How dare I disobey your orders?"

"Your Highness is very perceptive. I don't know why the young master couldn't be found anywhere, but when I was looking for him, there were others present. It's impossible for me to disobey Your Highness's orders."

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I failed to find the young master, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

Based on the answers of these people, you can tell what their personalities are like. Mo Ci was enjoying watching the fun, and his eyes fell on the prince with a cold and hard face.

Was that man his father, now in his current position? He didn't look like someone easy to get along with. But then again, he did meet his father, but what about his mother? His father was about to kill him, so why didn't his mother intervene?

Just as he was thinking about it, Mo Ci heard a burst of hurried footsteps. After a while, a woman in gorgeous clothes came running towards him, with many people chasing after her.

The woman came to the prince and knelt down suddenly. There was a "bang" sound, and Mo Ci felt the pain in her knees.

The next second, Mo Ci heard the woman begging for help.

"Your Highness, please have mercy on me. Qing'er is just a child. He is innocent. Your Highness, I beg you, please let Qing'er go."

Qing'er? Could they be talking about him? Mo Ci thought and continued to watch the excitement.

The woman stretched out her hand and grabbed the hem of the prince's clothes, pulling hard with her ten fingers. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she continued to cry.

"If Your Majesty doesn't like it, I will leave the palace and take Qing'er away from here. Please, Your Majesty, please spare Qing'er's life. He is just a child, he knows nothing, he is still so young..."

The woman cried more and more as she spoke, and Mo Ci, who was watching the excitement from the side, felt a little sad. He then looked at the prince, whose face was still cold and showed no emotion at all.

No matter how the woman cried or begged, even after her head was bruised, there was no sign of forgiveness.

Also because of the woman's arrival, the people kneeling on the ground kept their heads against the ground and never raised them up again.

As the night grew darker, Mo Ci watched the woman crying so hard that she almost fainted. At this moment, another burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

Mo Ci was still thinking that it was really lively tonight, with people coming in waves.

He subconsciously turned his eyes to look over, and saw several people walking towards him one after another. One of them was dressed very differently, which made Mo Ci take a few more glances.

The man walked over and seemed to have just noticed the strange situation. He said in a sharp voice, "Please forgive me, King Qi. I was ordered by His Majesty to come and announce the decree. I have disturbed your family affairs. I hope you will bear with me."

The prince known as the King of Qi glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his eyes and replied nonchalantly, "No problem, just tell me if you have something to say."

The eunuch smiled with satisfaction at this, waved the dust from his arms, straightened his back, and spoke loudly.

"Your Majesty has ordered that Zhao Huaiqing, the son of the Prince of Qi, enter the Imperial Academy and live and eat with the other princes starting tomorrow. This is my decree."

After saying this, the eunuch looked at the King of Qi again and said, "According to your Majesty's wishes, in case the King of Qi forgets this matter tomorrow, I have asked you to bring the young prince into the palace today. I would like to trouble you, King of Qi, to entrust the young prince to me."

After he finished speaking, the woman who had been crying so hard stared blankly at the eunuch who announced the decree. Could her child be saved?

"Clang-!"

A basket not far away suddenly fell to the ground, revealing Mo Ci who was hiding inside. The group of people over there all looked over. Mo Ci had just heard the commotion and weighed the pros and cons, so he chose to expose himself now.

"..."

Before Mo Ci could say anything, the woman who looked like she was about to faint ran over like a gust of wind, hugged Mo Ci in her arms, and shouted in a trembling voice.

"Qing'er, my dear Qing'er... Qing'er..."

Mo Ci felt this warmth, which was different from that from his father. He opened his mouth and said after a while, "Mom?"

"Hey, Qing'er, you are fine, mother is so happy," the woman seemed to remember something while speaking, and hurriedly pulled Mo Ci towards the eunuch, pushing Mo Ci, who had just been lost and found, towards the eunuch, while saying.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, eunuch. Qing'er is well-behaved, so don't worry, he won't cause you any trouble. Since it's His Majesty's order, the prince and I will naturally not refuse. Please take Qing'er away."