"After all, you are a prince of a country; you shouldn’t fly off the handle so easily."
Shi Yaoguang looked at him, offering advice with sincere concern.
"I truly have your best interests at heart. If you think what I say is wrong, we can always discuss it."
Zhao Muze snorted coldly, "Without consulting , you’ve already ruined my plan!"
Shi Yaoguang shrugged, "Plans cannot keep up with changes."
"Besides, there was no need for in your previous plan. Even if I ca to offer my loyalty, it wouldn’t have done any good."
"It’s better to start over."
Shi Yaoguang justified her twisted logic, "By staying by your side when you have nothing, you will naturally value more, don’t you think?"
Zhao Muze: "..."
Shi Yaoguang continued, "Although I have destroyed one of your plans, I can bring you a second, a third. Don’t you think I am more useful than your previous plan?"
Zhao Muze laughed out of irritation, "Are you expecting to thank you?"
"What is our relationship? Talking about thanks is just too polite; I don’t think it’s necessary."
"Heh." Zhao Muze scoffed, "At least you have so self-awareness."
As he spoke, he turned to Quan Jinbei, his tone laden with clear disgust, "And you?"
Quan Jinbei t his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly, "What do you an?"
Zhao Muze asked, "Are you willing to join her in pledging loyalty to ?"
"I am not," Quan Jinbei replied, adding, "nor is she."
Zhao Muze tensed up.
His fist clenched.
He stared daggers at Quan Jinbei, his eyes nearly freezing into ice.
"I suddenly thought of sothing interesting," Quan Jinbei said with a hint of mockery in his tone.
Zhao Muze t his gaze and felt an odd sense of familiarity.
But upon closer thought, he couldn’t figure it out, so he gave up.
Then, he heard the man opposite him call out, "National Master."
Zhao Muze was stunned; Quan Jinbei’s smiling face sohow overlapped with that of the Little Prince from a thousand years ago.
But how could that be possible?
After all, he was the prince now, wasn’t he?
Not just Zhao Muze, even Shi Yaoguang found Quan Jinbei’s words puzzling.
What did Quan Jinbei an by that?
It couldn’t be that he had so lodramatic connection with Zhao Muze.
Or perhaps, their relationship was not as simple as just knowing each other.
Since Zhao Muze’s appearance, everything, including the guidance given to Shi Yaoguang, all pointed to one thing.
That he was a prince.
But what if, in fact, he was not a prince?
That would be very bad.
He was not a prince.
If he was not a prince, what could he be?
The State Preceptor?
But he had just stated that he carried the blood of the Zhao Royal Family.
The State Preceptor himself was not a mber of the Zhao Family.
Shi Yaoguang thought to herself, the answer seeming imminent.
However, if her speculation was true, then this National Master was indeed too monstrously cruel.
Quan Jinbei looked at the still-stunned Zhao Muze and spoke again, "National Master, I trust you’ve been well."
As he spoke, his presence began to change.
Zhao Muze’s expression turned to one of instant terror.
"You, you are Zhao Muze?"
Zhao Muze pointed at Quan Jinbei, calling him Zhao Muze, which looked all the more strange.
However, he quickly dismissed the guess.
"No, you’re not Zhao Muze."
As he spoke, he turned to Shi Yaoguang, "You..."
Shi Yaoguang said in all seriousness, "I am Zhao Muze."
Hearing this, Zhao Muze seed to believe it and actually started to investigate Shi Yaoguang’s identity.
Shi Yaoguang was sowhat speechless.
She didn’t know if he was delirious or what was happening.
But since Zhao Muze was suspicious, she might as well stir the waters.
At the sa ti, she communicated with Quan Jinbei using her Divine Sense.
Asking him what exactly was going on.
Quan Jinbei didn’t hide anything and shared his recollections.
Yes, that’s right.
Quan Jinbei, in addition to the mories maliciously troubled by the Heavenly Dao, had other mories.
The content of these mories was precisely related to Zhao Muze.
In fact, this so-called Zhao Muze wasn’t the real Zhao Muze.
Or rather, the body was Zhao Muze’s, but the soul was not.
Hearing this, Shi Yaoguang couldn’t help but voice her speculation, "He is not Zhao Muze, so you are?"
Quan Jinbei pondered for a mont, then said, "I kind of am, but also am not."
Shi Yaoguang grew interested, "What do you an by ’kind of am, but also am not’? That’s overly complicated, isn’t it?"
"Didn’t I just say, the State Preceptor of Zhao Country once prophesied the downfall of Zhao... The Emperor was unwilling to see the Royal Family subrged in the long river of history, so upon the State Preceptor’s suggestion that a certain power could be preserved, to restore the dynasty when the opportunity arose, the Emperor agreed."
"The State Preceptor chose the youngest Prince of the Zhao Family, Zhao Muze, and sealed both his corporeal body and soul."
At this point, Quan Jinbei clenched his teeth, "According to the original trajectory, it should have been who awoke inside Zhao Muze’s body."
"But sohow he used so thod to take over my body, and my soul has been sealed near my body..."
After hearing him finish his story, Shi Yaoguang looked at the so-called Zhao Muze with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.
This Zhao Muze was truly wearing out his welco.
As a National Master, why couldn’t he just ensure the country’s peace and good harvests during the Dynasty’s existence?
Why bother with such machinations of restoration?
If she were the ruler he was trying to overthrow, she definitely would have taken his head the mont he spoke of Zhao Country’s imminent demise.
Even though she knew the normal trend was for dynasties to unite after long divisions, and to divide after long unions.
Yet a National Master couldn’t even co up with a solution.
Talking about restoration while the Dynasty was still standing.
Wasn’t that cursing Zhao Country to be overthrown sooner?
Unfortunately, at the ti, the Emperor of Zhao trusted the State Preceptor imnsely and was swayed by his encouragent.
After the State Preceptor sealed Quan Jinbei’s body and soul, Quan Jinbei awoke a hundred years later.
Then...
His soul went to other worlds and experienced countless lifecycles of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
Perhaps under the influence of the State Preceptor’s curse, in these worlds he experienced, whether he died young right after birth or lived to a hundred years old,
Whether he lived in poverty or in wealth, he always ended up alone in the end.
Anyone who got close to him would end up very unlucky.
And this misfortune stemd from the side effects caused by the State Preceptor occupying his flesh and even thereafter.
After listening to Quan Jinbei’s story, Shi Yaoguang suddenly thought of her ti working on missions for the Quick Transmigration Agency.
It seed she had seen several extrely unlucky people.
In every world, the unfortunate ones looked different.
So were just passersby to her, while others had been close to her.
But she had worked at the Quick Transmigration Agency for so long that many mories were gradually fading, even those of close friends were slowly being forgotten.
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