Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Inside the courtyard, Zhao Keyan was still scheming to absorb luck from the servants.

Inside the main courtyard on the other side.

The Prince of Qin was so frightened by the strange events that kept happening in his mansion that he was bedridden again. He drank bowl after bowl of medicine, but instead of getting better, his condition worsened.

"...This morning, a cleaning woman was found by the flower bed. Judging from the location of her wounds, it was estimated that she had accidentally fallen and hit her head on a stone, bleeding to death."

"This old servant has already ordered someone to wrap him in a straw mat and drag him from the side gate to the mass grave for disposal. However, we are short-handed in the back courtyard, so we need to have the brokerage send another batch of servants over."

Steward Liu knelt on the ground, trembling, and reported what had happened that day, cold sweat pouring down his body.

"Ahem, cough, cough, let's not rush this."

The Prince of Qin coughed, covering his mouth, and only after a long while did he feel his throat relax considerably. Then, leaning against the headboard, he gave the following instructions:

"I told you to send someone to fetch Daoist Qinghui to the manor, why has it been so long and he still hasn't arrived?"

Every few days, someone dies or gets injured in the manor, and Prince Qin suspects that it is the Song mother and son who are behind it.

Ever since that woman died, there has not been a moment of peace in the mansion, which led to him being injured in a carriage accident and now he has lost his ability to have children.

Otherwise, he would have ordered Zhao's son to be drowned long ago, and he would not have allowed him to cause trouble in the backyard.

Those servants who were either dead or injured had all had some contact with that wicked man; how could such things have escaped the notice of Prince Qin?

But he only has this one son now. If even that wicked child is gone, he will be completely without descendants.

'They're just lowly slaves. Once we invite Master Qinghui to perform a ritual, this matter might be over.'

Thinking this, the Prince of Qin kept urging his steward to bring the person over.

“Replying to your question, sir, this…this Master Qing…Master Qinghui, he…he…”

Butler Liu stammered.

Seeing this, the Prince of Qin grew anxious: "Tell me! What's wrong with him?"

Under the displeased gaze of his master, Butler Liu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, gritted his teeth, and simply lay down on the ground, replying:

"That Master Qinghui is just a charlatan who performs tricks on the streets. When I found him, he was being arrested and handed over to the authorities by the victim."

"puff--"

A wet liquid sprayed onto the back of Steward Liu's head and neck. He shuddered and reached back to touch himself, only to find his hand covered in sticky blood. Startled, he quickly looked up to see his master lying unconscious beside the bed...

***

Time flies, the sun and the moon flies.

Outside the palace gates, countless carriages, like a winding dragon, lined up at the foot of the city wall. According to their rank, the royal family members led the way inside.

Today is the young prince's first birthday celebration. The palace is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with gold and jade curtains, bright moon and pearl walls, and banners and pennants casting shadows, illuminating the entire hall and creating a breathtaking scene.

Compared to the original timeline where the counterpart was only made crown prince at the age of five, Shao Linshen has already achieved his previous life's small goal in just six or seven months since birth.

Although he has only now moved into the Empress's Ganquan Palace, and the Emperor will not allow him to live alone in the East Palace until he is six years old, it does not prevent those rare treasures that flow like water from being sent to the East Palace for safekeeping.

Inside the main hall, Shaolin Shen, dressed in red like a servant boy of Guanyin, wearing tiger-head shoes, was helped by the Empress to a carpet filled with various objects.

The princes were all taught how to choose their first birthday presents, but Shaolin Shen still patiently stumbled a few steps toward the center, drawing praise from those around him.

He glanced at Emperor Qian Yuan, who was staring at him with hopeful eyes, then slowly squatted down, picked up a private seal the size of an infant's fist with both hands, and stumbled to his feet, raising it up to the other man: "Phew... Father."

"Hahaha, good! Good! Good!"

Emperor Qianyuan hugged Shaolin Shen's chubby little body tightly, his face full of wrinkles from laughing.

Seeing this, the court officials and imperial relatives, even though they knew the truth, kept saying auspicious words, which made Shaolin Shen unable to help but lift his little feet.

In the corner, however, a sinister gaze emanated from a corner, making one feel extremely uneasy, like a venomous snake.

"Brother Shen, it's Zhao Keyan and the others."

The voice of Pangu Banner resounded within my sea of ​​consciousness, carrying an eager tone:

'After waiting so long, it's finally time to deal with them. Hmph, let's see how they run wild on our turf now.'

Shao Lin silently hummed in his heart.

Perhaps his gesture of looking towards the corner was too obvious, which caused Emperor Qian Yuan to turn his head to look as well.

Upon seeing that it was the Prince of Qin and his son, the joy on his face faded somewhat, but out of consideration for their past relationship, he did not drive them out of the palace.

However, Emperor Qian Yuan had previously ordered an investigation into the rumors of the "ghost baby." Although they failed to catch the mastermind behind the rumors, they discovered that the matter was related to the Prince of Qin's residence.

If it weren't for his son's insistence on having a younger brother to play with, Emperor Qianyuan wouldn't have wanted this unlucky father and son to come to the palace.

Thinking this, Emperor Qianyuan withdrew his gaze and focused all his attention on his son.

Having lost the emperor's favor, the already meager fortune of the Prince of Qin was rapidly dissipating.

The obvious sign was that his face grew increasingly pale, to the point that even the makeup he had applied beforehand could not cover it up.

The court officials were very good at reading people's expressions. Seeing that the once-glorious Prince Qin had not only been demoted but also had his seat at the banquet relegated to a remote corner, not a single person was willing to come over and chat with him.

"What's going on? I finally managed to squeeze out some luck points to get this chance to enter the palace, at least let me have a taste! A bunch of snobs, all they know is how to curry favor."

Zhao Keyan cowered inside the boy's body, filled with resentment, feeling that the damned little prince was born to subdue her.

"He's just a one-year-old brat, what intelligence or talent can he possibly have? And what martial arts skills? Pshaw, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

'You brat, I'll kill you sooner or later!'

Zhao Keyan was consumed by jealousy, but on the surface, she kept struggling to get closer to Emperor Qian Yuan.

It's unclear where she got the strength, but she managed to nearly knock her wet nurse, who was holding her, to the ground.

Seeing his behavior, the Prince of Qin recalled how he had repeatedly submitted memorials admitting his mistakes in order to gain the opportunity to be released from confinement ahead of schedule.

For some reason, he suddenly had a brain fart, reached out and pulled the person into his arms, stood up, walked past the crowd to Emperor Qian Yuan's side, and bowed down, saying:

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects and wish Your Majesty good health and all the best."

As she spoke, she looked at Shao Linshen, a fawning smile spreading across her thin face, and said softly:

"Your Highness, didn't you want to play with your younger brother? This is my son, Geng Zhong. Would you like to play games with him?"

Several courtiers who had also brought children to the palace nearby felt annoyed upon seeing this, realizing that the Prince of Qin had gained the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, this person was so shameless that he even brought over a seven- or eight-month-old baby, making a fool of himself.

A group of people were watching with envy when, unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

But just as the son of the Prince of Qin slowly crawled to the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince, who had been perfectly fine, suddenly screamed in terror and fainted.