101: To help or not to help?

Prince Fu's sudden appearance in front of Xuanji Tower had invigorated Long Yuan, as this was his nominal father. Dragon Snow, before her death, still thought of him, asking her former self, Zhu Deyuan, to visit the Prince Fus Mansion to show off how excellent her son was once he achieved success!

Dragon Snow's request also became a strong desire in Zhu Deyuan's heart. He Cultivated desperately, even consuming a blood-coagulating pill of unknown origin, which led to his premature death. Although his former self's Soul had already gone for Reincarnation, should he, the Transmigration, fulfill that dream for him?

While thinking, Long Yuan continued to watch. He saw Prince Fu and Sabado chatting in a secret room, and also saw the divination written on Sabado's stick...

He couldn't help but smile. This Sabado boasted that no one could peek into this secret room, but under the surveillance of the Heavenly Dao Eye, there was no place to hide.

However, that divination startled him. Crucially, he heard Sabado say this was the second time he had encountered such a situation, and combining that with what Sabado said to Qi Huaiyi after suffering a backlash while divining for him, Long Yuan felt a slight premonition of something bad.

"The Heavenly Dao operates vigorously, the stars move in the abyss, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement... No way, no way, could the fated person of Prince Fu that Sabado spoke of really be me?!" Long Yuan suddenly had this strong premonition!

Because the time Sabado spoke of to Prince Fu basically matched the time he had just Transmigrated, and it was also said that this fated person was connected to Prince Fu, and no one in this world could save Prince Fu, only this fated person could help him. So, if this fated person really was himself, as his son—oh no, as the successor to his son—could he really bear to watch his father be cooked and eaten by a group of fierce bandits and strange beasts?

Although Prince Fu was quite heartless towards his former self, it hadn't reached the point of being utterly ruthless. After all, before Dragon Snow left, he had compensated her sufficiently, allowing her to live a prosperous life, and he also gave his former self a supreme black ring, allowing him to enjoy the imperial family's allotted benefits. Even if he didn't plan to use it now, and didn't need to use it, the sentiment was still there...

While watching the video, Long Yuan's mind churned, and he suddenly remembered something. He was extremely familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty on Earth. In the late Ming Dynasty, the world was in chaos, and large numbers of refugees roamed, killing everywhere. Many descendants of the Zhu family were killed. And the final fate of that Ming Prince Fu seemed to be the dream scene that this Prince Fu on Blue Star described to Sabado!!!

He was cooked and eaten by the rebel army, and the rebel army massacred his entire family, not even sparing infants in swaddling clothes...

"Could this be the wonder of a parallel world?! Would the experiences of that world become a dream in this world? If I had Transmigrated from this Blue Star world to the Ming Dynasty on Earth, becoming the son of that Prince Fu, then my fate would probably be to become food for the rebel army..." Thinking of this, Long Yuan couldn't help but gasp!

This was truly a blessing in disguise...

However, if this Prince Fu on Blue Star doesn't change and doesn't rise up, his fate will probably be no better than that Prince Fu on Earth!

Just as Sabado analyzed for him, other princes with the strength to contend for the throne had long regarded him as a big fat sheep. As soon as there was a suitable opportunity, they would bite him, either taking him as a dependent and draining most of his wealth, or destroying him and Southern Yue City, plundering all his wealth...

And the tragic fate of his descendants, concubines, and so on, was imaginable...

Generally speaking, for these officials and nobles whose homes were confiscated, adult males would be beheaded. Teenagers under 16 might be exiled or also beheaded. Women would be sent to the music bureau to learn skills to please others, becoming official courtesans for life. Of course, some would be sold to private brothels, which were pleasure houses, and their fate would be even more tragic. Generally, once one entered the musical registry, it was impossible to change it for life, and people in the musical registry were considered lower-class in society, belonging to the lowly class (low-status household), unable to take imperial examinations, and could only do those lowly jobs for a lifetime...

All of this was information Long Yuan learned from the data captured by the Heavenly Dao Eye, making him realize that beneath the seemingly prosperous Ming World, who knew how many dark corners were hidden, and how many people lived their entire lives in such a dark world with no hope of ever rising up...

"Prince Fu seems genuinely terrified, which is why he personally ran from Southern Yue City to Xuanji Tower for a divination. But doing so is extremely unwise; he will likely soon incur the displeasure of other princes. Who knows when they might send him a pair of small shoes to wear, or even deliver a small knife for him to test its sharpness..." Long Yuan sighed softly.

Clearly, Prince Fu had no sense of crisis before, and even naively believed that as long as he didn't participate in the struggle for the throne, he could preserve his vast lands and wealthy life, not knowing that he had almost exhausted the blessings the Emperor Ming had bestowed upon him!

"All the blessings bestowed upon you by Heaven have actually been secretly marked with a price..." Long Yuan hummed.

Living such an extravagant and debauched life, not knowing how many people's lands he had annexed, how many women's chastity he had ruined, how much wealth he had extorted, but the price paid was being cooked and eaten himself, and the tragic end of his entire lineage being exterminated. Why bother?

Prince Fu had completely ruined a good hand of cards, turning himself into a useless person weighing over six hundred jin, but...

Wait!

He was, after all, his former self's father, and his former self still had a bit of an obsession with him. So, should he really help him?

Long Yuan pondered in his heart. After a while, he basically understood. For him now, helping was kindness, not helping was reasonable. If he had the ability to help him, he could; if not, then so be it. Anyway, whether Prince Fu still remembered having a son like him was still a question, and there was no need for him to proactively offer his warm face to his cold backside...

Thinking this way, the initiative seemed to be in his hands, but he quickly thought of another point: Prince Fu's safety would indeed affect his own safety. Because as Qi Huaiyi and others continued to investigate, it probably wouldn't be long before his relationship with Prince Fu was discovered by them, which also meant he would be considered part of Prince Fu's lineage. If someone really wanted to eliminate Prince Fu, then how could that person, after learning this news, let him go?!

So, to help or not to help? The answer to this question was already obvious!

Damn it, Prince Fu being stupid was one thing, but he even had to affect himself, the Transmigration. This was absolutely an unprovoked disaster for him. In the Jianghu, sometimes one truly cannot help oneself. Long Yuan expressed extreme speechlessness about this.

His most urgent task now was to quickly improve his Cultivation and strength. In this Xuanwu World, only by possessing powerful martial arts could he do as he pleased and achieve what he wanted!

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