Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

There was a hint of urgency in the woman's words. She kept her eyes on the King of Qi not far away, while holding her hands tightly, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

When the eunuch saw this scene, his eyes rolled, and he smiled and responded.

"Thank you, Princess, for your consideration. With that, I will take the young prince with me. Prince Qi, Princess Qi, I will not disturb you any longer. Farewell."

The King of Qi remained motionless, just watching the eunuch take Mo Ci away. Only after he completely walked out of this so-called palace did Mo Ci let out a long sigh of relief.

He has escaped this time, right?

However, thinking of the King of Qi who didn't care whether he stayed or left, or lived or died, Mo Ci felt that he still had a long way to go.

"Don't worry, young master. His Majesty is merciful and will not let you suffer any injustice."

The eunuch, perhaps sensing Mo Ci's uneasiness, tried to console him, but Mo Ci had no idea what "Your Majesty" and "King of Qi" were.

Adhering to the principle that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, Mo Ci finally just said "hmm" softly and remained silent. Fortunately, the eunuch did not ask any more questions. Instead, he took good care of Mo Ci and brought him to the palace.

On the other side, as soon as Mo Ci left, the King of Qi, who had been relatively calm, smashed the cup in his hand to the ground. A crisp sound was heard, and broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, some of which fell near the people whose heads were resting on the ground.

Several people trembled with fear, and then they heard the calm voice of King Qi, "Is this the result of your three-day search?"

After he finished speaking, the King of Qi stood up. The sound of wind breaking could be heard when his clothes fluttered. The King of Qi snorted coldly, turned around and left without even looking at these people.

The Princess of Qi, who was not far away, also collapsed to the ground with her legs going limp after the King of Qi left. She gasped for breath, and hot tears rolled down her face unhindered.

"Princess, the young master is safe."

Princess Qi's personal maid also half-knelt on the ground to support Princess Qi so that she would not fall to the ground, while talking about surviving the disaster.

Hearing this, Princess Qi also smiled, but her tears still flowed down her face.

"Yes, Qing'er is safe..."

These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she fainted. Seeing this, the maid quickly called for someone to help Princess Qi back.

There was another round of chaos and war. In the past few days, some people in the Prince Qi's Mansion were always in a state of panic. Today, the arrival of the eunuch beside His Majesty gave everyone a feeling that everything had settled.

Most of the people here don't know why the King of Qi wanted to capture his child or kill him. All they can do is obey their master's orders.

Now, the order of the King of Qi is no more important than that of Your Majesty, and the young prince is safe and sound, which makes many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Those who knew the whole story couldn't tell whether they should be happy or worried. In short, this night was still not peaceful.

The King of Qi returned to the martial arts training ground in the King of Qi's mansion angrily and called An Yi to fight with him. The King of Qi was the master, so An Yi did not dare to use his full strength for fear of hurting the King of Qi.

So, it turned into a one-sided beating. The King of Qi beat An Yi with all his might. It was unknown how long it took before he felt the anger in his heart dissipate a little and stopped.

After the King of Qi stopped, An Yi knelt on one knee on the ground with his head lowered as if he could not feel the pain in his body, and there was not even a trace of disorder in his breathing.

The King of Qi was just the opposite. He was breathing heavily and it took him a long time to look at An Yida who was kneeling in front of him.

"An Yi, Zhao Huaiqing is not dead, are you happy?"

When An Yi heard this, he lowered his head even lower, and said, "If the prince is happy, I am happy. If the prince is unhappy, I am unhappy."

"Oh, I'm asking you! You know Zhao Huaiqing's life story very well, An Yi, answer honestly."

The King of Qi sneered and looked down at An Yi. It was unknown what he was thinking, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to discern.

And An Yi still gave the same answer, "Your Majesty is my master. I will do as Your Majesty wishes, without any selfish motives."

"Oh? An Yi, you are the one I trust the most. Zhao Huaiqing's fate is already a foregone conclusion, so I will show mercy and spare his life."

As the King of Qi spoke, there was still some resentment in his tone. Once Zhao Huaiqing entered the Imperial College, he would have a reputation in the eyes of His Majesty. If he wanted to kill him again, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

Now, he can only spare Zhao Huaiqing's life.

An Yi did not respond to the King of Qi's subsequent words, but continued to kneel on one knee. It was a while before the King of Qi called him up and asked him to go and heal his wounds.

An Yi is the secret guard of King Qi, the strongest and most loyal one. Only on the day when he went to find Mo Ci did he... let him go.

Now, he didn't know whether he was regretting or feeling relieved. In short, there was no expression on his face.

However, when An Yi left to heal his wounds, King Qi glanced in the direction An Yi left with dark eyes and muttered to himself.

"An Yi, you'd better remain loyal..."

The Prince of Qi's Mansion returned to silence, and Mo Ci, who came to the palace, lay down on the soft bed. The whole journey made Mo Ci feel very novel.

He hadn't seen a single cultivator in the entire day he had met. Furthermore, even without cultivation, his status seemed quite high. Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't been killed by his own father.

Mo Ci thought of Shui Qingmiao who said that he was invited by him. So, was this Zhao Huaiqing also invited by him?

So, what's the purpose?

Mo Ci couldn't figure out the opportunity for his rebirth as another person, so he could only live his life as usual for the time being. This world, which was completely different from the world of cultivation, also made Mo Ci very interested.

He just lay in bed, thinking about things, and didn't know when he fell asleep. The next morning, someone else helped him get up.

Mo Ci, who has always liked to be self-reliant, was a little uncomfortable being served by someone for the first time.

However, as soon as he proposed to come by himself, someone spoke up and said that the emperor wanted to see him, and that there was not enough time. If he wanted to come by himself, he could do it next time.

Thinking about that so-and-so emperor, who had indirectly saved his life, Mo Ci no longer insisted and asked someone to help him wash and dress.

Soon, a well-behaved little kid appeared in front of everyone. It would have been even better if his little face wasn't so tense.

But it was obvious that Mo Ci did not realize this. He just maintained his serious expression and followed the guidance of others, moving forward step by step.

The palace was huge, and Mo Ci walked for a long time, his short legs almost limping, but he finally arrived. However, as he entered, he tripped over the threshold and fell into a state of prostration.

There seemed to be silence inside the door for a moment, and then a loud laugh was heard. Mo Ci looked up and saw a majestic man above him wearing a black robe, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha, this must be Zhao Huaiqing, the son of the King of Qi? Hahaha, I'm really surprised that he gives me such a big gift right after arriving."

I? What is that? A hint of doubt flashed across Mo Ci's eyes, and he listened to the man again.

"Alright, quickly help the young master up and come over here so I can take a good look at him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of people following Mo Ci hurriedly helped Mo Ci up from the ground, and helped Mo Ci check if there was any dust on his body. Only then did they stand behind Mo Ci with peace of mind.

Now, Mo Ci seemed to understand something as he walked towards the man who called himself "I". As he got closer, the people around him lowered their heads even more.

Seeing Mo Ci looking at His Majesty without fear, the eunuch who had brought Mo Ci into the palace yesterday and was now standing beside His Majesty, said hurriedly, "Young Master, have you not met His Majesty yet?"

Your Majesty? Is this the so-called Your Majesty?

Thinking about this, Mo Ci performed a monk's salute and nodded slightly, "Zhao Huaiqing greets His Majesty."

To others, his etiquette seemed a bit inappropriate. When the eunuch saw this, he was still regretting that he had forgotten to ask someone to teach Mo Ci etiquette.

Of course, he never thought that as the prince, he would not understand these etiquettes of etiquette.

Therefore, in the eunuchs' minds, the King of Qi and the Princess of Qi were promoted to irresponsible parents.

But he had no idea. Mo Ci couldn't do it because he didn't have the original memory of Zhao Huaiqing, and he didn't know what kind of world this was, so naturally he didn't know anything.

He even showed no fear towards the emperor who was feared by everyone, as if he was treating an ordinary person.

However, through this brief exchange, Mo Ci also knew that this so-called "His Majesty" was the master of these people today. He couldn't be presumptuous and just restrained his somewhat unscrupulous gaze.

The emperor didn't think anything of this strange salute. He just looked at Mo Ci a few more times and smiled.

"I ordered someone to bring you to the palace overnight. Are you having any difficulty adapting?"

"No."

Mo Ci responded, and these two short words made the whole room fall silent. The eunuch beside him was anxious, but he didn't know what to say.

The emperor looked at Mo Ci for a long time before shaking his head in amusement and saying to the eunuch beside him, "Fude, take him to the Imperial College and have someone take good care of him."

"Yes."

Fude took the order and left with Mo Ci. After they were quite far away, Fude dared to look at Mo Ci seriously and said, "Young Master, the Imperial Palace is not like the Prince Qi's Mansion. You should be careful with your words and show more respect to His Majesty."

Hmm? Mo Ci looked up at Ford, and finally nodded under Ford's kind reminder, saying, "Thank you for the reminder."

"Oh, I don't deserve your thanks, young master," Ford replied, but the smile on his face clearly showed that he was happy about it.

Mo Ci glanced at him, then looked away and continued walking. This world was really strange. He just said thank you and someone replied with such words.

No matter what he deserves or doesn't deserve, he helped me and gave me some advice, so it's not too much for me to say thank you.

However, this world is strange, so Mo Ci could only say nothing for the time being and continue walking with Fude.

After walking a long distance, Mo Ci was taken to the carriage by Ford. Sitting in the carriage, Mo Ci was silent for a while before asking, "Can I see outside?"

"Young Master, if you want to watch, you can watch. Just be careful."

Seeing that Mo Ci had to ask before doing anything, Fude wondered if it was his words just now that made him cautious. He was about to say something, but then he remembered how Mo Ci looked when he faced His Majesty in the morning, and immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Mo Ci didn't notice Fude's dilemma. He just lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside. The scene outside was actually very similar to the world of immortal cultivation, except that these people were not cultivators.

Even those foods do not contain any spiritual energy. This is truly a world where spiritual energy is scarce.

Mo Ci sighed in his heart, thinking that at least he could still practice, which was not too bad. Once his cultivation level was higher, he would not have to worry about being killed.

After looking all the way, they finally arrived at the so-called Imperial College. Mo Ci and Fude got off the carriage and continued to look around.

Fude, on the other hand, was talking to a man who looked quite old. All he was talking about was his plan to enter the Imperial College, and then he asked the Imperial College's chief academic officer to take good care of him.

They were talking there, while Mo Ci stood aside and looked at the scene inside the Imperial College. From this angle, he could vaguely see someone playing Cuju in the distance.

When Mo Ci saw the round thing, he didn't recognize it, but he thought it was very novel, so he stared at it in a trance.

It was unknown how long it took, but Fude handed Mo Ci over to the so-called chief priest and went back to the palace to report. Mo Ci followed the chief priest and walked into the Imperial College.

Seeing that Mo Ci seemed to be interested in playing Cuju, the chief priest took him towards the place where Cuju was played. As they got closer, Mo Ci watched more intently, which made the chief priest's eyes flash with a smile.

"Do you like watching Cuju?"

The chief priest spoke, causing Mo Ci to subconsciously look up. Kicking Cuju? Is that round thing called "Cuju"?

Mo Ci looked at the Cuju on the field again, then looked away and nodded, "Yeah, very novel."

Novel? Jijiu was also stunned by Mo Ci's words. This was the first time he heard someone use the word "novel" to describe kicking Cuju.

Looking at Mo Ci's fascinated state, Jijiu shook his head in amusement and decided to accompany Mo Ci to watch for a while longer. Only after a game of Cuju was over did Jijiu start to speak.

"You just arrived at the Imperial College today, and since you're too young, you won't have to attend classes today. I'll have someone arrange another course for you. Remember, don't play around."

"Ah."

Mo Ci nodded and simply followed the chief priest towards the so-called Imperial College classroom. The chief priest handed Mo Ci to another person. Judging from the man's clothes, Mo Ci felt that he was also a student of the Imperial College.

As expected, the man called the chief priest "teacher" and respectfully watched him leave. Then he squatted down to keep his eyes level with Mo Ci and asked.

"What's your name? How old are you? Why are you coming to the Imperial College at such a young age?"