From the start, he had only half a life left, and his survival instincts were weak.
The arrogant young prince has been poisoned. Who did it?
After transmigrating here and getting his bearings, Meng Xiaoming sat down in his study and swiftly wrote seven bold, elegant characters.
Preserve one's life amid a chaotic age.
Later, an extraordinary young woman saw this work of calligraphy. Smiling, she asked, "Your Highness, is there a second line to this piece?"
Meng Xiaoming was overjoyed. "Are you asking for the secret password? Ahem, what do you think the next line should be, miss?"
The young woman smiled faintly and said slowly, "I am unworthy and dare not presume to offer a second line. But there is something I cannot keep from saying. With someone as noble as you, do you really need to say you're merely trying to preserve your life? Your Highness, you're being rather precious."
Meng Xiaoming: "..."
You weren't afraid to say it at all. You practically pointed at my nose and mocked me.
Meng Xiaoming sat there stunned for a long while, lost in thought.
Was this extraordinary young woman a fellow transmigrator, or not?
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Meng Xiaoming's idea of his place in the world went through several changes.
His imperial brother's thorn in the side
His imperial brother's unlucky little brother
His imperial brother's lucky charm
His imperial brother's right-hand man
His imperial brother's thorn in the side...
They say serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Meng Xiaoming couldn't help reflecting that being the emperor's little brother was no easy job.
The emperor was so furious his head hurt. Unable to resist, he kicked him. "Why are you back here slacking off again? Get to work, now!"
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