Chapter 1: Crossing Over to Become an Imperial Prince
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
In a daze, Meng Li suddenly heard the soft and gentle voice of a woman in his ear. Although this voice was pleasant to hear, Meng Li had never heard it before. Could it be that after being single for most of his life, he would finally get to experience the classic "hero rescues beauty" scenario, resulting in the beauty falling for him? As soon as he regained some energy, this thought involuntarily popped into his mind.
At this thought, Meng woke up with a start and opened his eyes.
A little loli with a bun on her head was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was startled by Meng Li's sudden movement, jumping down from the bed like a frightened kitten.
"Your Highness, please forgive me! Your Highness, please forgive me! I didn't mean to offend you!" Just as I was about to ask this little loli if I looked that scary, she suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Meng Li.
"This, little girl, why so? Don't let others see and frame me." Meng Li, who was about to get up and support the little loli, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and sat back on the bed, saying this to the little loli.
"Your Highness? Does Your Highness not remember Xiao Bi anymore?" Little Loli looked up at Meng Li with wide eyes.
"Little girl, even if I saved you, there's no need to be so polite. Hurry up and get up." The beautiful woman who was rescued thought she was still playing a game of gratitude towards Meng Li, who at this moment was looking around the ancient and elegant palace. To say nothing of other things, just the red candles as thick as an infant's arm, the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and the jade ornaments on the table were not something that an ordinary family could afford. And is this furniture made of rosewood? Could it be that I saved a young lady from some hidden wealthy clan in China?
"Your Highness, I am called Xiaoyao." At this moment, Xiaoyao also looked at her master with a dazed expression and couldn't help but think, "Could it be that Your Highness has lost your memory?"
"Xiao Ruo? You're still a little loli, humph don't play with me. Hurry up and call out the young lady of your household." Meng Li couldn't believe it and was shocked at this moment. After all, no matter how great the favor, it shouldn't be like this.
"Your Highness, I've been following you since childhood. What miss? Have you gotten amnesia? I'll go call the imperial physician." Xiaoyao looked at her master who was acting very abnormally and hastily ran out to find the doctor without even asking for permission.
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"Ah, Your Highness has been weak since childhood and suffered a great loss with the passing of Concubine Yin, probably just temporarily forgotten some things." A middle-aged man with a goat beard and carrying a large medicine box on his back, wearing a long robe, said to Meng Li.
"This!" Finally, Meng Lai realized that he had probably crossed over. A strange and inexplicable feeling surged up in his heart. "Dad, Mom, I won't be able to repay your kindness." At the same time, a wild joy followed. On Earth, his ordinary self had always wanted to live out a legendary life, but this ruthless society's dye vat still made him gradually assimilate into it, learning how to deceive those above and bully those below, learning how to suppress others, learning how to be jealous, learning how to put on a 'false front'...
In short, Meng Li, who was still in the small white-collar stage, suddenly became a prince of a country, which is absolutely what we call "achieving success and fame", waiting for the rich beauty to stick upside down. Suddenly, he was at the highest level in the world.
So did I actually transmigrate into a different realm and become a useless prince, or was I reborn in ancient times to become a difficult product of palace struggles?
Meng Li found himself needing to reposition himself at this moment, after all, there were only a few protagonists in the transmigration who were born with a silver spoon and lived a life of stability and wealth.
"Transmission, the ninth imperial son Meng Li is visiting Qingping Hall ~" Meng Li, who was thinking about his own position, suddenly heard a sharp voice outside the door, which had an unparalleled piercing power.
At this moment, little Lori Xiao Ruoyu was like an ant on a hot pot, rushing around in all directions. You go get the morning dress under the eaves, you go get the hair crown, you go get the waistband, you go...
Suddenly, a large number of palace maids and eunuchs appeared out of nowhere, leaving Meng Li stunned as he stared at Xiao Ru, who was anxiously directing the crowd to prepare for his change of clothes.
She waited until she had finished speaking and immediately brought a palace maid towards Meng Li, starting to undress him. The speed of her hands was like a dream.
It took a pot of tea (one pot of tea for 10 minutes, one incense stick for 5 minutes) to finally get Meng Li changed into his court attire.
It seemed that Xiao Ru suddenly remembered something, and with a wave of her hand, she said to the palace maids and eunuchs who had appeared out of nowhere: "You all go down and prepare the sedan chair." Her attitude was so arrogant that even Meng Li couldn't help but want to teach her a lesson. But thinking about it, at this moment what needed to be done most was still Xiao Ru's age, so she endured it.
"Your Highness, do you still remember the court etiquette?" Little Ruo suddenly leaned in close to Meng Li's face and whispered sweetly after seeing that all the servants had retreated.
"This, I don't remember." The fire that had just been suppressed suddenly flared up again. Thinking about it, this little Yu has been by my side since childhood and is the kind of personal maid who is extremely loyal. It's true to say that she is indeed very devoted.
"Your Highness, let this little servant tell you about the court etiquette first and get through today's morning assembly."
"You are the ninth son of Your Majesty, so you bow 60 degrees to His Majesty because we are a kingdom and not an empire. You address him as 'son subject' and others as 'orphan'." Xiao Ruo spoke in a rattling tone like a typewriter, reciting the so-called court etiquette.
"The ninth imperial son, Meng Li, has arrived at the Qingping Palace for an audience!" The voice with extremely strong penetrative power came again.
"Your Highness, let's hurry up and go. This should be enough for today." Xiaoyu stopped her chatter, pushed Meng Li who was a head taller than her, and walked towards the door while speaking.
Down from the sedan, a magnificent hall with eight eaves and nine steps stood towering on this desolate square. Nine thick pillars that several people could not encircle supported a huge palace. Inscribed "Qingping Hall".
Step by step, he walked up the stairs and stood in front of the temple.
Only to hear the duty eunuch beside him loudly announce, "The Ninth Imperial Son Meng has arrived for an audience!"
After a brief moment, a similar voice from inside also transmitted over: "The Ninth Imperial Prince Meng Li has arrived to pay his respects."
He bowed his head and walked quickly to the middle of the hall, clasped his fists and bowed, singing: "Your son Meng Li pays homage to Your Majesty." At the same time, he thought in his heart: Fortunately, it's not the Qing dynasty, otherwise I would have to kneel.
"A deep and powerful voice boomed out in the silent and majestic hall where even a falling needle could be heard."
"The imperial edict reads: The ninth son of the emperor, Li, has a rich and colorful literary style. He is humble and frugal by nature, and when dealing with the world, he is extremely respectful; when serving his parents, he is extremely filial; when interacting with his subordinates, he is extremely affectionate; and when dealing with his ministers, he is extremely authoritative. He has a strong resemblance to his father's demeanor, and is like a shadow of his father in his later years...
Just then, the eunuch who was reading out the imperial edict finally took a breath after speaking for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Meng Li knew that the key part was coming.
'Now, we confer upon the ninth son of the emperor, Li, the title of General-in-Chief of the Yan Nan Military Region, and put him in charge of overseeing all military affairs. He is also conferred the title of Marquis of Yan Nan, with a noble rank of 19th degree.'"
Yan Nan Hou? Isn't it Wang Ye? Maybe the kingdom can't confer the title of Wang Ye. I'm relying on this, but this governor has all military and administrative powers, isn't this making me the earth emperor of Yan Nan Dao? Treating me so generously! I really haven't heard that there are several princes who have been conferred with the title of governor. This is having both fame and power!
Filled with gratitude, he took a glance at this 'father' who had treated him so well, knowing that the imperial son who was not summoned would probably never see him again. He deeply bowed and said "Your humble son Meng Li thanks you for your kindness."
The eunuch above came down with a rustling sound and handed over the imperial edict. Meng Li held it in both hands, and that was considered handing it over.
Look around to see if there are any envious and jealous people, let me have some fun. Only a few ministers were relieved, a few ministers frowned tightly, and more ministers looked at this newly emerged "earth emperor" with schadenfreude in their eyes.
Those eyes, absolutely unmistakable. What a delightful misfortune!
Looking at his own cheap old dad, sometimes tense, sometimes calm and entangled expression, Meng Li knew that this matter was not as good as he thought.
Faint sorrow, why can't I have a peaceful and stable little life?
"The son retreats." He bowed deeply once more to his own cheap old dad, and with his head lowered, he backed out of the hall.
All the way entangled, all the way thinking, wondering what went wrong, Meng Li's soul was outside the sedan chair.
Forget it, the road ahead is naturally straight. As a struggling existence in that turbulent society who has not yet made a name for himself and still has mediocre fighting skills, he doesn't have enough brain cells or intelligence to break through this enormous chasm without relying on anything.
The Qinghe Hall is right in front of you, but consider how to go to the bottom to enjoy it. Is it a pancake with 10 eggs or two bowls of tofu brain to drink one bowl and leave one bowl?
