Chapter 1

The Imperial Palace.

Ju'an Hall.

This was where the princesses of the Great Zhou Dynasty lived before they got married. However, the only princess of this dynasty was not yet of age, so she lived with a main lady in the harem, and the Ju'an Hall was left vacant.

Until more than two years ago, a little prince who was only a few days old moved in here.

It was the middle of winter.

The room in the center of Ju'an Hall was so cold that ice could form in it, and there was only a tiny pot of charcoal fire.

A skinny, cat-like child who was less than three years old lay listlessly on the side of the bed, drinking medicine mouthful by mouthful from the little eunuch's hand.

"Your Highness, is it bitter? I have some candy here."

The candy that the eunuch Ye Xiaoyuan took out from his arms was only a piece the size of a fingernail. It was very cheap and was even an obsolete product in modern times. It was indeed a rare good thing for him now.

The medicine was too bitter to swallow.

Qu Duanbian shook his head and said, "Finish the drink, then eat."

Ye Xiaoyuan's eyes turned red again, "Your Highness, they are just bullying. If you were not seriously ill, they would definitely not send the medicine." Not to mention this kind of candy.

Qu Dubian drank the medicine silently, opened his mouth and ate the candy, then curled up in the bed which was not very warm. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, and he sighed softly in his heart.

There is a huge difference between the pronunciation of modern languages ​​and ancient languages. Even though he inherited his original body's memory and physical instincts, he is still not used to it.

He is not of this era.

In his previous life, for some reasons, he entered a very popular talent show and successfully debuted as the center.

In the talent show, he took advantage of his peers who schemed against him and used despicable means to deal with his mentor after receiving money, and took the opportunity to create an image of a miserable and pitiful little guy for himself. Their hatred and the love of his fans paved a path to stardom for him.

But the result is that his fans have been more and more critical of him since the talent show, and after his debut, they once thought that he was being bullied and exploited by the company to the point of dying.

The more he explained that the company treated him well, the more his fans felt that he was being forced down by an unscrupulous company.

Qu Watanabe: I am the company's cash cow. If the company treats me harshly, it is equivalent to throwing money away. I am really a good person.

Fans: Look, what has my brother been forced into? Speaking for this kind of company, isn't it the cash cow who does the most work?! Brother, stop talking, we all understand!

Qu Watanabe: ...Okay, whatever you like.

Seeing that he was about to become the top traffic in the circle, his later fans, under the brainwashing of their predecessors, also felt that he was a rare poor guy who only appears once in a century. As he became more and more popular and received more and more announcements, the filter of "our brother was bullied so badly" became thicker and thicker.

Finally one day, when Qu Dubian was completely confused, a group of young men and women rushed downstairs to the company, shouting, "Brother, we are the only ones left!"

He really loved acting when he was on the talent show, but he also really doted on his fans.

He does not feel guilty about his behavior, and after his debut he never treats any sincere love unfairly. Those who love him love him very much, and those who hate him hate him very much.

That day, after he patiently comforted his fans who were extremely angry about him, he was driving to his workplace when an extreme black fan drove a truck and rammed into him.

He died young at the age of nineteen.

When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into this little prince with the same name and surname as him, whose father didn't love him and whose mother died early. He was also connected to something called [Disease Simulator].

well.

Qu Watanabe sighed deeply, wondering if his fans who had just been persuaded by him would go crazy after his death, and whether the company could control it.

After being melancholy for a while, he accepted the reality and studied the simulator in his mind.

After exploring it for a while, he found that this simulator did not seem to have any intelligent system and could only answer some simple basic questions.

The simulator's page is extremely simple, with three columns:

【Ways to increase lifespan:

1. Daily martial arts practice and check-in + 1 day of life span, check-in for 15 days, and draw a prize once

2. For each qualified disease experience submitted, life expectancy will be increased by 90 days.

3. For every additional unrelated human whose favorability towards the host exceeds 60, lifespan increases by 1 year.

[Remaining lifespan: 3 days]

[Simulator backpack: empty]

Qu Dubian felt like crying when he saw the words "3 days of life left". So he traveled through time, but why was there only so little life left?

There was no other way. In order to stay alive, he could only continue to look at the three ways to increase longevity.

After clicking in with your mind, you will see a general introduction.

For example, the first type of martial arts check-in, the only item he can check in for currently is Tai Chi.

He had only seen old men and women in the park practicing Tai Chi, so he was familiar with it, but he was at a loss when he tried it himself. Not to mention the third type of favorability, it would take a long time to make others' favorability reach 60.

So he focused his attention on the second one.

【Submit your disease experience】

Status: 0 articles submitted

Currently simulated diseases: fever [level 1, 2, 3]

Note:

1. The simulation duration can be customized and must not be less than 24 hours.

2. Submit your disease experience with 100% true value. Each article will add 90 days to your life span. If the true value is lower than 100%, the corresponding life span value will be discounted according to the percentage.

What this means is that he has to write about the feeling of being sick while simulating an illness, and experience it for at least one day.

The realism of being sick can be adjusted, but if the realism is lowered, the life span gained will also be reduced.

For example, if the true value is adjusted to 80%, the discomfort will be less severe, and the final life span value will be 90 times 0.8 = 72 days.

Qu Watanabe carefully selected [Fever·Level 1] and set the duration to the shortest day, making the simulation 100% realistic.

Having seen too much vanity and died early in his previous life, he is now obsessed with living a good life, willing to endure some suffering.

As a result, the experience of that ridiculous disease could not be written in the mind, but had to be written by hand, and it had to be in the characters of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even though the characters on the simulator were all Chinese characters he knew!

but--

This damn place called Ju'an Hall doesn't even have enough food to eat, let alone writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone!

So why didn’t they explain such an important matter earlier, but only waited until his body started to have a fever before a reminder popped up?

After cursing a few words in his heart, he lay down again in a lazy manner.

The Ju'an Palace was so deserted that even mice despised it. The only person willing to take care of the little prince was the eunuch named Ye Xiaoyuan.

Ye Xiaoyuan was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had once received favor from the little prince's mother and was a grateful person. If it weren't for him, the little prince would not have lived to be two years old, let alone live to see him come.

Ye Xiaoyuan was very careful and noticed something unusual almost immediately after the fever started.

In the palace, the chances of young children dying from fever were quite high. With trembling hands, he wrapped Qu Dubian in a thick quilt, and ran out with a pale face to ask for medicine.

After struggling for quite a while, I was still worried after feeding the medicine, so I kept guarding over it.

When Qu Watanabe realized that he could not write about his insights, he adjusted the simulation realism to zero. Therefore, although his body felt hot and weak, he did not feel any discomfort.

Oh, besides being very sleepy, the main reason was that this cub's body was too weak.

The simulated countdown for [Fever Level 1] was still 18 hours and 36 minutes long, and his young and frail body made it difficult for him to do anything during this period.

Qu Du bit the candy in his mouth to get rid of the bitter taste, staring at the ceiling of the tent with a dazed look, wondering why this simulator didn't have the function of playing TV dramas.

To Ye Xiaoyuan, who was standing guard, it looked like he was delirious with fever. He walked forward gently, patted the quilt as usual, and said softly, "Your Highness is sleepy, go to sleep, do you want me to sing for you?"

Qu Dubian said weakly: "Ye Banban, what are we having for lunch..."

Ye Xiaoyuan: "I don't know. I will go to the kitchen later to see if the little prince is hungry."

"A little bit." In this body's limited memory, he has never eaten anything good. Compared to being hungry, he cares more about his life.

If you don't find a solution, your life will end in two days and you will die.

So Ye Xiaoyuan heard his little prince mutter: "When you go out, go ask if there are any palace maids or eunuchs who know Tai Chi."

Ye Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the little prince's brain was burning and he started to talk nonsense, and he coaxed worriedly: "Okay."

Then he stayed with Qu Dubian until he fell asleep.

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Ye Xiaoyuan lowered his head, wrapped himself tightly in his worn eunuch uniform to keep out the cold wind, and walked hurriedly towards the kitchen.

The main dining room in Ju'an Hall is also far away.

Normally, if the princes and princesses did not live with the concubines, then three meals a day would be delivered to them by the main kitchen. However, in the palace, if you ask for these things once you have lost your power, it would be considered "ungrateful".

The Great Kitchen was responsible for cooking meals for the masters of each palace, while the Imperial Kitchen was responsible for the emperor's meals.

It was the time for the palaces to come here to receive lunch. Ye Xiaoyuan came early. Eunuch Fu, who was distributing the food, raised his eyes and said in a high-pitched voice, "Oh, you came so early. I don't usually see you being so diligent."

Ye Xiaoyuan bowed and smiled apologetically: "What are you talking about, Eunuch Fu? Normally, I would not come so early. I usually wait until the masters of the palaces have taken me away before I come. But the young prince is very ill, so I thought of coming early and asking the prince to eat something hot."

"Ill?"

Ye Xiaoyuan: "Maybe it's because it's cold, he got frozen."

Eunuch Fu naturally knew about the little prince who lived in Ju'an Hall. No matter whether it was the empress, the prince or the princess, they would not have an easy life without the favor of the emperor.

"It's hard for you, but this may be a good thing. It's hard for children to survive in the palace. If... you can get rid of it somewhere, right?" He said cryptically, "No matter where you go in the future, it will be better than staying in Ju'an Palace."

Ye Xiaoyuan: "Thank you for your advice, eunuch. I don't have your vision, but as slaves, aren't we all helpless?"

Eunuch Fu was in a good mood after being praised. He sympathized with the second half of Ye Xiaoyuan's words and rarely did he make things difficult for him.

"Come on, I'll be busy soon, go get today's dinner and a piece of sweet cake."

Ye Xiaoyuan was extremely grateful and said one nice word after another.

After he safely packed the food and the hard-earned sweet cakes into the food boxes, he left the kitchen, walked a long way, turned a corner, and when he was in a place where no one was around, his expression suddenly changed.

He turned around, his flattering and humble smile completely disappeared, his expression was extremely cold, and he spat in the direction of the kitchen.

"You bastard, even if you die, the little prince will not die. The little prince will be blessed with a long life!"

Still not satisfied, he vomited again, but was choked by the cold wind and coughed all over. He cursed inwardly that it was bad luck and continued to walk back, protecting the food box.

The cold wind made it impossible to open one's eyes. When Ye Xiaoyuan turned a corner, he was tripped by something. Before he could scream, an icy hand tightly grasped his ankle, "Save me..."

The white hairs on Ye Xiaoyuan's body stood up, and he stiffened his body and looked down.

It turned out to be just a dying eunuch.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was haunted.

Every winter, there were little palace maids and eunuchs who froze to death in the palace. This was not uncommon. Ye Xiaoyuan broke free and whispered, "I can't save you. I hope you can be reborn into a good family in your next life."

After walking a few steps, he inexplicably remembered the young prince's instructions. He couldn't help but look back and walked back hesitantly, "Do you know Tai Chi?"

"Yes...I will."

The young eunuch seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. With a strong desire to survive, he raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Ye Xiaoyuan was stunned by this look.

"Well, you're lucky."

He slung the food box over his arm, freed his two hands, grabbed the collar of the young eunuch on the ground and pulled hard.

Ye Xiaoyuan was only in his teens and was too thin to carry anyone on his back. He could only force himself to grab the eunuch's collar and drag him along the ground. He was so exhausted that he was panting, as if he was dragging a corpse.

"Whether you can survive in the end depends on your Highness's wishes. I can only take you there first."

The young eunuch was hanging on to his last breath, barely staying awake. He almost fainted several times. He almost bit his tongue off and swallowed his own blood, using the pain to stay awake.

He doesn't want to die.

The young eunuch tried to breathe hard to relieve the suffocation caused by the dragging of his collar. He hoped that the residence of the young prince mentioned by the eunuch was closer, otherwise he might really die on the way.

We finally arrived at Ju'an Hall.

Ye Xiaoyuan threw the little eunuch he had picked up into a corner that was shielded from the wind, and quickly carried the food box into the house.

To him, this dying slave he picked up was not as important as a meal for the young prince.

The young eunuch coughed a few times, slowly shrank himself up, and carefully wiped the mud off his face with his sleeve, for fear of dirtying the eyes of the nobleman.