Another World: The Failed Magician

Looking at the girl in front of him with admiration, Lu Xuan gently shook his head: "Nothing special, I just happened to have read some history books."

Li Mengyu responded lightly, unimpressed, "That's pretty impressive too."

Upon hearing the girl's reply, Lu Xuan gently turned his head and met her clear eyes. For a moment, Lu Xuan was at a loss for words.

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a while.

Lu Xuan broke the awkward silence first: "Miss Li, it's not good for us to stay in this cave. Why don't we go to the county town to look for clues? Maybe we can find clues about your teacher. What do you think?"

Li Mengyu didn't find anything wrong with Lu Xuan's suggestion and immediately agreed.

The two tidied up quickly and then left the cave.

After confirming their destination, Li Mengyu took the initiative to lead the way for Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan looked at the white-clad girl walking in front of him with a very complicated expression in his eyes.

His gaze was as if he were witnessing a cute little animal walking step by step into a hunter's trap, and he was powerless to stop it.

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A magnificent palace was bustling with people, and several officials dressed in splendid robes emerged from the palace.

In no time, the palace, which was once filled with ministers, was now empty except for a handful of people.

The majestic dragon throne was empty, but a handsome man sat below it.

The man, with black hair and black eyes, sat on a chair wearing an ordinary long robe, holding an unknown book in his hand, quietly flipping through it. From a distance, he looked like a handsome man.

The few remaining officials, seeing that the man continued reading without moving, exchanged glances, then swallowed back the words they had prepared, greeted the man, and took their leave.

After the remaining officials had also left, the man slowly closed the book in his hand.

This man, with his somewhat delicate features and ordinary clothes, is none other than Zhao Quan, the current Crown Prince of the Eastern Dragon Empire.

Three months ago, Emperor Zhao Huai of the Eastern Dragon Empire suddenly entrusted power to his son Zhao Quan and announced that he would go into seclusion to cultivate.

Zhao Quan is now the nominal supreme leader of the Eastern Dragon Empire.

Zhao Quan slowly put the book away and looked at the only remaining old man to his left.

The old man, dressed in official robes, stood in the main hall, drowsy.

Looking at the frail old man, Zhao Quan slowly said, "Teacher, the morning court session is over, it's time to wake up."

At this moment, the old man whom Zhao Quan called his teacher slowly opened his eyes.

The old man looked around the somewhat empty hall, rubbed his eyes, and said in a voice that was old and weary, "Your Highness, this old minister takes his leave."

With that, the old man got up and prepared to leave the main hall.

Zhao Quan looked at the old man who was slowly moving towards the entrance of the main hall and said unhurriedly, "Prime Minister Zuo, please stay a moment! I have something to say to you."

The Eastern Dragon Empire has two prime ministers, one on the left and one on the right, who are in charge of all officials and wield immense power. This ordinary old man is actually Qi Huaiguang, the left prime minister who is second only to the emperor.

Upon hearing Zhao Quan's words, the ordinary old man stopped in his tracks and looked at Zhao Quan with his cloudy eyes. Zhao Quan was smiling at him.

Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to turn around, bend down, and ask softly, "I wonder what Your Highness has asked this old minister to do?"

Instead of directly answering the old man's question, Zhao Quan sat down and took out a stack of memorials, slowly saying, "Left Prime Minister, the ministers have a lot of complaints about you now! The memorials impeaching you are piling up on my desk. I wonder what your opinion is on this matter, Left Prime Minister?"

Upon hearing Zhao Quan's words, the old man did not panic or defend himself. Instead, he slowly bowed slightly before speaking, "This old minister is old. There are many things I wish to do, but I am no longer able to do them. I humbly request Your Highness to allow me to retire and return to my hometown."

After saying all this, Zhao Zheng, with his aged body, stood in the main hall, waiting for Zhao Quan's reply.