125: A divine eye? A blind man? (Ten)

The convoy of the Great You Divine Dynasty entered the majestic capital city in a grand procession.

Along the way, the display of power was immense.

But when the convoy finally stopped at a remote side gate of the imperial palace, that illustrious majesty vanished without a trace.

The one greeting Jun Yun was not any prince or high official.

It was only a single middle-aged Eunuch with an arrogant expression.

"Your Highness has come from afar and must be weary from the journey. Your Majesty has already prepared a bedchamber for you. Please follow this servant."

The Eunuch's tone was neither masculine nor feminine, and the words "Your Highness" sounded particularly grating, carrying a sense of charity.

Jun Yun did not speak. Under the complex gazes of the Imperial Guards and Palace Attendants, he was "led" through one remote palace path after another.

Finally, he was brought to a palace located at the northernmost corner of the imperial palace grounds.

The palace was small, even somewhat dilapidated, completely out of place with the opulence of the rest of the imperial palace.

"Your Highness, this is your residence, 'Jingxin Hall'."

The Eunuch introduced it with a fake smile, the contempt in his eyes undisguised.

"Your daily necessities will be delivered by dedicated staff every day. If there is no urgent matter, please do not wander around as you please, Your Highness, so as not to disturb the noble personages in the palace."

This was a warning.

And also a form of disguised imprisonment.

Jun Yun's "Minds Eye" clearly "saw" that around this neglected palace, several faint but powerful auras were hidden.

They were monitoring him.

The Great You Divine Dynasty had gone to great lengths to "welcome" him back, and as expected, it wasn't out of some deep affection between grandfather and grandson.

They had other schemes.

Jun Yun's heart was very calm.

From one cage to another.

To him, there was no difference.

"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch."

Jun Yun's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

The Eunuch clearly hadn't expected this blind waste to be so composed. He froze for a moment, then snorted coldly and turned to leave with his people.

In the empty palace, only Jun Yun remained.

He walked inside; the air held the dusty scent of a place long uninhabited.

The furnishings were simple, and his provisions were strictly limited.

Even the few Palace Attendants assigned to him were all lazy and neglectful, their eyes filled with ridicule for a "useless person from a foreign land."

Jun Yun turned a blind eye to all of this.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his Minds Eye slowly unfurling as he began to explore this new cage.

He "saw" the guards hidden in the shadows; their Luck threads were jumbled and full of alertness.

He "saw" the grey Luck and churning malice on the Palace Attendants.

Hypocritical submissiveness, hidden murderous intent.

Power struggles, indifferent human nature.

All of this was so similar to the Great Jun Divine Dynasty.

Jun Yun gave a cold snort.

It didn't matter.

He had long since grown used to it.

In the days that followed, Jun Yun became completely silent.

He "secluded" himself within Jingxin Hall every day, his aura weak, appearing for all the world like a useless man waiting to die.

However, his Minds Eye was imprinting every inch and corner of the Great You imperial palace into his mind at an astonishing speed.

He "saw" the magnificent palaces where the princes and nobles of the Great You Divine Dynasty lived.

The Luck on them was either purple or red, thick and arrogant, interlacing with each other to form this great web of power.

He lurked in the shadows, calmly perceiving everything, searching for prey he could use and weaknesses that could be fatal.

On this day, Jun Yun's Minds Eye unintentionally swept across a corner forgotten by everyone deep within the imperial palace.

It was a courtyard even more dilapidated than his Jingxin Hall, overgrown with weeds and filled with Death Qi.

Amidst this dead silence, Jun Yun "saw" a thin and weak figure.

It was a youth of about thirteen or fourteen, wearing old clothes washed to a faded white, hunching over and sweeping the fallen leaves off the ground.

Suddenly.

Several imperial family members dressed in luxurious clothing walked in swaggering.

"Oh, isn't this the 'pride' of our Great You imperial family, the Mortal Body prince, His Highness You Chen?"

The youth in the lead spoke in a flippant tone, full of mockery.

The youth called You Chen stiffened, stopped his movements, and silently backed away, wanting to avoid them.

"Why are you hiding?"

Another prince kicked over the dustpan in front of him, and the freshly swept leaves immediately flew everywhere.

"Don't you even know how to salute when you see us? Is that how your lowly maid mother taught you?"

The insulting words stung You Chen deeply.

He lowered his head, biting his lip tightly, his whole body trembling slightly, yet he didn't say a word.

His endurance only stimulated the wicked interests of those princes.

They surrounded You Chen, pushing and mocking him.

"I heard you were rewarded with another full meal by Imperial Father yesterday? Did you enjoy eating it?"

"Haha, that wasn't a meal, that was sour slop for dogs!"

"Ride him like a horse! Whoever wins, I'll reward him with a grade-six Medicinal Pill!"

You Chen was violently pushed to the ground by one of them, his thin body hitting the stone steps with a dull thud.

He struggled to crawl up, but a foot stomped down hard on his back.

"A waste should act like a waste."

The boisterous laughter of those imperial family members sounded particularly piercing in the dilapidated courtyard.

From afar, Jun Yun's "Minds Eye" quietly "watched" this scene.

His heart was very calm.

He had seen too much of this familiar humiliation and had experienced too much of it himself.

His attention was completely focused on the youth lying on the ground, You Chen.

He "looked" at You Chen's Luck.

It was a mass of threads even dimmer than the lowest Eunuch in the palace, grayish and devoid of any luster.

Upon the threads, thick circles of black Qi were entwined—years of resentment and unwilling bitterness.

He was indeed an unlucky fellow who deserved to be bullied to death.

Jun Yun's Minds Eye was about to move away from him.

However.

The moment he was about to move away, his "gaze" suddenly paused.

Something was wrong.

Deep within that grayish Luck of You Chen's that was on the verge of dissipating.

At the core of that dead silence completely shrouded by black Qi.

Jun Yun "perceived" an extremely faint yet exceptionally resilient fluctuation.

It was a thread.

A silent, minute thread that was almost non-existent.

Like a seed buried deep beneath frozen soil, tenacious and stubborn, it faintly emitted a golden glow... this was definitely not the Luck a "Mortal Body" should have.

Inside Jingxin Hall.

In the darkness, Jun Yun gave an extremely soft, cold laugh.

He realized that this most useless and pitiful Mortal Body prince was actually the person hidden deepest in this imperial palace.

A Son of Luck who had yet to undergo Awakening... although for now, he was just a seed that hadn't sprouted.

"Interesting."

Jun Yun's fingertips tapped lightly on his knees.

"My days in this new cage won't be too boring."