Chapter 025 Bullying the King

Wu You pinched his chin.

"The God of Invisibility: Who is it? Who is it? Who is the MVP?"

After the simulator malfunctioned, a talent popped out of the simulation of the third card slot. Wu You saw that the simulator had not been retracted for a long time, and thinking of the empty panel of the third card slot, his hands instantly itched.

Dragging the talents into the empty slots and watching the talent bars on the panel filled up, Wu You felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied!

After being satisfied, Wu You couldn't help but feel curious again.

"But how do you use this "Invisible God of War"? "

[7 years old: You saw through the conspiracy between the maid Yulan and the eunuch, and your wisdom increased significantly!

You are confused. 】

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Yulan felt guilty and looked around before burying the voodoo doll under the old tree in the southeast direction.

Yan You watched the whole process.

He glanced in that direction, which was probably where either the Queen or the Emperor's bedroom was.

Yan You looked back at “his” residence.

Judging from their conversation, "his" identity may not be simple. Comparing it with the bedroom just now, it is indeed magnificent compared to the small county town in the past, but compared with those magnificent palaces in the previous life, it seems much more cramped.

Look at the dilapidated garden and the white clothes on Magnolia's body.

The "little prince" they were talking about was probably an unfavored prince. Even the name of his palace was "Winterfell Palace". He was surrounded by only a little maid, and the maid was bullied by others.

There should be princes who have grown up and are competing in front. After all, if the emperor has only one prince, "he" would not be able to live here. All signs indicate that "he" is a little transparent prince.

And the fact that the old eunuch chose him, doesn't it indirectly prove that he is weak and easy to bully?

An unloved prince, but his voodoo doll is made of bright yellow material. Where did he get it? Why did he do this? How did he know the art of voodoo?

As long as the emperor thinks about it more, he will know that there is a big problem here, or there will always be people who can help the emperor think about it.

As for what kind of suffering the little prince will suffer before the emperor figures it out, it is obviously not within the consideration of the old eunuch and his gang.

But this little transparent person who is at the mercy of others and poses no threat will suddenly die one day.

This little nobody is a bother to anyone, at most he just eats some food. It is impossible that the emperor will look at the account book one day and find that this seven-year-old child eats too much and decide to kill him?

Oh, it's quite interesting.

Who is targeting him for no reason?

Yan You was thinking about it when tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

The pain became more intense, making it difficult for Yan You to think.

Does he really have to do this rebirth?

Yan You had no desire to live and just wanted to start over again on the spot.

He followed Yulan and floated back to the palace.

The maid was lying on the small couch with a heavy heart, her eyes open and no sign of sleep.

She suddenly caught a glimpse of the bed curtain moving out of the corner of her eye, and Yulan stood up suddenly.

Cautiously approaching the bed, "Your Highness?"

There was no response from inside. Yulan bit her lip and remained silent for a moment, then she pulled open the bed curtain. The child was lying on his side inside, with most of the quilt kicked off and his clothes torn open. There were still traces of tears on his face, and his face was red.

Yulan couldn't help but walk forward with heartache. She first touched the child's forehead and found that the temperature was normal. She breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled the kicked-off quilt and carefully covered the child's belly.

The room was hot and sweat soaked her hair. Yulan half-sat in front of the bed, holding a bamboo fan and gently fanning the child.

Yan You’s brows relaxed slightly.

A night full of broken dreams.

From the birth, growth, and final death of the body for unknown reasons.

The owner of □□ is named Mei Shu, the sixth prince of the Zhongzhou Dynasty and the youngest child. He has three older brothers and two older sisters, all of whom are strong contenders for the throne. Mixed in with this group of heirs to the throne, Mei Shu has been an unknown person since birth.

Mei Shu's mother was a maid in the palace. By chance, she was favored by the emperor, became pregnant with Mei Shu, and was promoted to the position of concubine. Unfortunately, she passed away before Mei Shu was old enough to understand.

As for his father, Mei Shu was an accidental product and was also unimportant to the emperor. He already had enough offspring, and Mei Shu was not special to him.

In this way, Mei Shu grew up being ignored by everyone.

Until someone cursed him to death.

Yulan was a maid assigned by the Palace's Internal Affairs Department. She had received favors from Mei Shu's mother, so when the other maids and eunuchs ran away, she was the only one who stayed in Lindong Palace. Even though she initially stayed to repay a favor, she had developed feelings for him over the years.

Mei Shu was a premature baby and was prone to illness. It was thanks to her care that he did not die of illness over the years.

The two of them could have lived peacefully within the palace walls, just waiting for the day when the emperor would remember them and grant land and rewards to Mei Shu, and then the two of them could leave the palace together.

It's a pity that during these years, the princes and princesses have grown up, but the emperor has not yet appointed a crown prince, and has not even shown any inclination. Everyone mistakenly thinks they have a chance, and everyone is vying for it.

Even a cat passing by would be slapped by them, let alone young children under their noses?

“——”

Yan You suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the sound of birds chirping was heard in his ears. It was a bit chaotic, but it made him feel particularly at ease.

Yulan was no longer by his side.

After a good sleep, I felt refreshed and calm. The severe pain seemed to have disappeared along with the invisibility property.

Yan You got off the bed.

He couldn't quite figure out his special abilities for the time being. He could only attribute it to the fact that he had just returned to life, and the invisible characteristics of his soul were superimposed on his body, making it impossible for anyone to see him.

Yan You vaguely felt that this ability would not harm him, so he was too lazy to care about it for the time being.

The most important thing for him now is to find an opportunity to leave the palace.

In the capital of Nanzhou, there is a national master waiting for him to find and tell him the truth about the world!

But the question is, how can a seven-year-old prince be old enough to leave the palace?

Is there really no way to speed through it?

Yan You lifted the bed curtain and was thinking about drinking some water first.

There was a sound from outside the door announcing the start of a big show.

"Bold—"

If you don't come early or late, you come at the wrong time.

Yan You immediately poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat.

There was only one maid, Aunt Yulan, in the Winter Palace. When she knelt before the emperor, there was no one else available in the palace.

The chief eunuch beside the emperor had to come in himself and bring the ignorant little prince to the emperor.

Yan You still felt a little unsatisfied, so he followed the eunuch out.

The Sixth Prince was an unpopular prince. It seemed that he had hardly ever seen his biological father in his life. Occasionally they met at the annual spring festival banquets, and he only glanced at him from afar, unable to even make out his eyebrows and eyes.

Under the daylight, the emperor's figure was tall and strong, majestic and upright. Due to excessive exposure, his face could not be seen clearly, and one could only feel his scrutinizing gaze falling on him. Yan You lowered his head and bowed with the eunuch.

Beside him was the Third Prince, who was extremely fat. His bulging flesh made him look more like a ball. His originally handsome facial features looked cramped under the pressure of the fat.

His voice was quite sarcastic, like a child yelling: "Father, there are such poisonous things in Xiaoliu's yard! How could he do this!"

The emperor looked away and said, "Stand up."

The garden was in a mess, and the already cramped style seemed even more uneasy.

Yan You turned around and found Yulan. Yulan was being held down under sticks by two tall and strong guards. Her hair was disheveled and she looked extremely miserable.

The voodoo doll was also dug out and thrown on the ground.

The Third Prince continued to talk: "Father! Father! How dare this little Sixth Prince curse you!"

The emperor did not speak. Judging from his expression, he was even a little distracted. He did not seem to care about the witchcraft at all. He turned the ring on his hand and listened to the third prince's words nonchalantly: "What do you want to do?"

The Third Prince obviously did not have the ability to read people's expressions like Yan You, who had trained himself from working with the fierce and strange template face, and he was still feeling indignant.

"Demote him to a commoner! Drive him out of the palace!" The fat on his face trembled with pride, with a sense of pure malice, but the way he handled the matter showed a bit of stupidity.

He rushed over and tried to hug the emperor's arm. The emperor naturally took a step forward and raised his hand to help his sixth son up: "Come, get up first."

The Third Prince looked at his father's actions in disbelief: "Father! I'm worried about you!"

The emperor glanced at the third prince indifferently. The third prince was speechless and wisely shut up immediately, not daring to speak again.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

The emperor's travel was grand and solemn. He was surrounded by guards in red and followed by eunuchs in blue. They were like a group of silent soldiers, intimidating visitors from all directions.

The emperor was over fifty years old, but still maintained a strong body. His sleeves were stretched tight by his movements, showing graceful lines. His voice was deep and low, and he smelled of spices. At this moment, when he leaned over, a terrible sense of oppression came over him.

Yan You just felt a little irritated.

"Xiao Liu, do you know what happened?" The emperor had been in a high position for many years, and even a simple question sounded like an interrogation.

The palace was heavily guarded and difficult to leave. In a state of no sense of existence, he was also suffering from tearing pain, and it was difficult for him to get out on this basis.

But the third prince's idea reminded Yan You, if he couldn't get out by himself, what if others helped him?

The human heart's patience is limited. If it keeps wasting time and procrastinating, one day, the emperor will send him out of the palace so that he can no longer see him and will no longer be annoyed by him.

This is a genius idea! Is he really a genius?

And now is the perfect time! It’s a great start, how can I lose this one!

Yan You was about to answer, but subconsciously bowed, his small body straight and graceful like a bamboo.

"Your Majesty - this has nothing to do with the little prince! He is so young! The fault lies entirely with me!"

Yulan suddenly jumped up, and under the suppression of two guards, she crawled several meters away, shouting at the top of her lungs.

The emperor frowned slowly.

Yulan's head was pressed to the ground, and the guards blocked her mouth with a cloth. She sobbed and was unable to speak.

Yan You couldn't help but turn his head to look, but a pair of large hands turned his head back. The emperor's sharp eyes were cold, and he smiled kindly, "Don't bother with irrelevant people. Xiao Liu, do you know what happened?"

Yan You’s brows twitched slightly.

He calmed himself down and decided to carry out his plan.

The child raised his eyes slightly and met the emperor's slightly surprised eyes: "Yes, I did it."

As if he was afraid that the people present couldn't hear him clearly, he raised his head with difficulty, holding his hands, and said in a clear voice: "I put the doll there!"

Everyone stared with eyes wide open in disbelief.

What, what did he do? What is he, a seven-year-old kid, talking about?

He couldn't be saying that he really made this voodoo doll, right?

He was so sure, but no one would believe it except the Third Prince! How dare he say it! This is a crime of deceiving the emperor!

They glanced nervously at the emperor's smiling face.

Before the emperor could react, the people behind him reacted drastically. Although they did not speak, their awkward movements showed their shock. Even Yulan, who was pressed to the ground, widened her eyes in horror.

Everyone’s voices come together.

Sixth Prince, do you know who you are talking to?

Everyone's breathing stopped, their hearts were beating wildly, and they nervously followed the rapid drum beats.

"Heh." A breath came out from his thin lips.

The emperor actually laughed softly.