Chapter 1: The Mad Imperial Prince

"The experimental mortality rate is nearly one hundred percent. Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

X Research Institute.

In a room mixed with the scent of alcohol and disinfectant, Zhao Xu lay quietly on the operating table.

"Certain."

After losing his job at the beginning of the year, he had spent the year working street stalls, delivering food, and rushing about for the small family he was about to establish.

Unexpectedly, half a year ago, just as he had found a new job, a disaster struck on his first day of work; he was hit by an out-of-control car.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital, suffering from high paraplegia.

Overnight, his world collapsed.

His fiancée, whom he had met through an arranged introduction, had little emotional attachment to him; under the persuasion of her power-hungry mother, she tore up their engagement promise.

In the eyes of friends and relatives, he had also become a worthless cripple; although they did not say it out loud, they always revealed disgust unintentionally.

Such a life made him gradually despair, until he received an invitation—to participate in the X Biological Chip Project.

He would have the possibility of recovering his health and could also gain extra benefits.

And the price was an extremely high mortality rate in the event of failure.

Regarding such an absurd thing, he naturally did not believe it.

But, he agreed.

Because, the rest of his life was truly uninteresting.

"Surgery beginning, administer anesthetic."

"Implanting chip."

"Chip implantation successful."

"Report, the test subject's brainwaves have suddenly vanished..."

"Sigh, another failure. Is the brain truly unable to withstand this biological chip?"

Great Song.

Yanzhou.

Yan Commandery.

Yancheng.

On a cool summer morning, the sun in the east had not yet risen, and date-red clouds already covered the distant horizon.

After the watch for the Mao hour had been struck, the servants and maids in the Yan Prince Mansion began to bustle about.

"The Yan Wang went crazy again last night and said a lot of crazy things."

Under a willow tree, a maid was gossiping.

A manservant stretched his neck: "What crazy things?"

"I've transmigrated, holy shit, and I'm an Imperial Prince. You idiots, let me out! I want to eat good food and drink spicy liquor, I want to chase girls, I want to bully people, how exciting..."

The manservant laughed, "Sigh, truly crazy talk. It's just a pity for the beautiful Feng'er and Luan'er, guarding such a crazy, foolish, useless Imperial Prince."

The maid, malicious out of jealousy, gloated, "That might not be the case. This morning I saw the Royal Tutor Zhang Han go to the backyard alone."

"That beast!" the manservant sighed deeply.

"..."

The backyard of the Prince Mansion.

The bedchamber.

Zhao Xu observed the movement outside through a hole in the window paper.

Waking up in this pitch-black room last night, he thought he had arrived at the King of Hell's palace.

Only after timely merging with the memories of this Ninth Prince of Great Song did he understand that he had transmigrated.

Afterwards, there were his howls in the middle of the night, turning from sorrow to joy.

His life in that world had ended.

And here, he had gained a new life, and his status was still an Imperial Prince.

But beyond the excitement, as more memories flooded in, his heart turned cold.

It turned out that this Ninth Prince had long suffered bullying from older Imperial Princes in the Imperial Palace, suffered from depression, and contracted a brain illness at the age of thirteen, becoming crazy and foolish ever since.

Moreover, his mother, an Imperial Concubine, was from a humble background and held a lowly position in the palace, so he was never valued by the Emperor of Great Song, Zhao Heng.

Thus, after he had been crazy and foolish for three years, the Emperor Zhao Heng grew weary of him.

At the age of sixteen, simply following the ancestral system of the Imperial Clan of Great Song, he was enfeoffed as the Yan Wang, and a fief was carved out for him in the war-torn North Territory of Yanzhou.

He was also given a haphazardly assembled team, and a man named Zhang Han was appointed as the Royal Tutor of the Prince Mansion to assist him, before he left the capital to take up his fief and head to his territory.

"Step, step, step..."

A burst of footsteps broke Zhao Xu's recollection, and he saw the mansion servant who delivered his breakfast every day approaching.

He slipped behind the door.

He gripped the chair leg he had dismantled in the dark the night before.

In the Ninth Prince's memories, the door to this room was only opened when food was delivered.

Every time Zhao Xu ran out, he would be caught and dragged back by the servants arranged by the Royal Tutor Zhang Han.

He had transmigrated.

Living a life again, how could he be locked up as a lunatic until he died? Holding the power of the world in his hands while awake and sleeping on the knees of beauties while drunk was the proper path.

Therefore, no matter what, he would fight them.

"Crack!"

The door opened, and a large expanse of sunlight poured in.

A long shadow was cast upon the ground, and an impatient voice came through.

"Time to eat."

There was no response; the shadow shifted forward, and a foot stepped over the threshold.

"Where did this madman run off to? What a waste of time. Once Tutor Zhang is done enjoying Feng'er and Luan'er, maybe he'll let me have a taste too."

The manservant entered the room, turning his head to look for someone.

Zhao Xu took the opportunity to crouch low and crept on light feet behind the manservant.

Gathering all his strength, he swung the club and struck the back of the manservant's head hard.

The manservant let out a muffled groan and fell straight to the ground.

"Pah!" Zhao Xu spat.

The Ninth Prince was mad and foolish, ignorant of the humiliation he suffered, but he was different.

The images in his memory made him feel furious.

This manservant was a confidant of that Tutor Zhang Han and had been responsible for guarding him.

After arriving at the fief.

Zhang Han revealed his true colors as a beast in human clothing.

In front of others, he put on a hypocritical act of caring for him.

But when alone with him, he would humiliate him, and this manservant followed suit, often deliberately teasing the Ninth Prince.

"What should I do next?"

Having finished off the manservant, he was a bit bewildered.

Everyone in the Prince's Mansion had grown accustomed to ignoring the mad and foolish Zhao Xu.

In this situation, he had to show that he had returned to normal to have any chance of reclaiming his rights.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly recalled the manservant's words and cursed under his breath.

His two little maidservants, Feng'er and Luan'er, seemed to be in danger at this moment.

In his memory, Feng'er and Luan'er had been responsible for serving Zhao Xu since they were small.

After Zhao Xu became mad and foolish, the two did not treat him with contempt like the other palace servants and continued to take careful care of him.

After arriving at the fief, it had remained the same.

Until a few days ago, when Zhao Xu became even madder, frequently hitting and biting people, Zhang Han used this as an excuse to lock him in the bedchamber.

Since then, he had not seen his two maidservants.

"Bastard, you dare to touch my people? You've gone too far." Zhao Xu was furious.

His status as an Imperial Prince was not entirely useless.

Zhang Han dared to play dirty tricks behind his back, but he did not dare to do anything to him in front of others.

After all, even if Zhao Xu was mad and foolish, he was still an Imperial Prince; even if the Emperor did not like him, he was still his son.

He himself might cast him aside like a worn-out shoe, but being bullied by an outsider was a different matter.

If news spread that he was being bullied by a lowly Tutor, he would have to throw a fit, if only for the sake of the Imperial Clan's face.

The side chamber where Feng'er and Luan'er lived was less than ten meters diagonally across from the bedchamber.

Leaving the bedchamber, he tiptoed to the side chamber.

At this moment, he heard Zhang Han's voice coming from inside the bedchamber.

"Feng'er, Luan'er, I heard the Prince said quite a few interesting mad things last night; is that true?" Zhang Han's mocking voice came out.

"So what if it is? No matter what the Prince said, he is still the Yan Wang, the Ninth Prince of Great Song." A clear, beautiful voice rang out.

This was the little maidservant Feng'er; in Zhao Xu's memory, she had a fiery temper.

"Big sister is right, please show some self-respect, Tutor." Another soft, sweet voice came; this was Luan'er.

"Feng'er, Luan'er, why must you be like this? Do you really intend to remain chaste for this Mad King?" Zhang Han became even more rampant.

"Scoundrel, you dare to treat us with such disrespect! Even if I have to risk my life today, I will rush out and find Commander to seek justice." Feng'er scolded angrily.

"Hmph, do you think you can get out? I advise you both to obediently submit to me, otherwise, I will sell you to a brothel."

"You dare!" "Big sister."

Feng'er's voice trembled, and Luan'er was almost on the verge of tears.

The two were only young women after all; with the Yan Wang unable to protect them, they felt insecure in their hearts.

"Heh heh, those who know the times are wise; now, everyone in Yan Commandery follows my lead. Instead of saying that mad Imperial Prince is the Yan Wang, it would be better to say that I am the Yan Wang..."

Zhang Han's words came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly saw someone walk in brazenly; it was none other than Zhao Xu.

Having listened outside for a while, he truly could not hold back anymore; he wanted to hit someone.

"Zhang Quan, where the hell did you die? How did you let this madman run out? Quickly, catch him and bring him back." Zhang Han was not afraid of Zhao Xu and stretched his head out to call.

Feng'er and Luan'er covered their mouths in shock.

"Call out, keep calling." Zhao Xu tapped his palm with the club, sneering repeatedly.

Zhang Han, sitting upright on a chair, was wearing a silver long robe, looking like a refined gentleman.

He had not expected him to be so despicable and shameless.

He had bullied the mad and foolish Zhao Xu to seize the Prince's Mansion, and now he had actually set his sights on his maidservants.

This was intolerable.

However, it was just him alone now, which made it much easier to deal with.

"Prince, what are you doing with that club?"

Zhang Han only then noticed, and was instantly so frightened that he began to stutter.

However, he quickly reacted and shouted to the outside, "Someone come! His Highness is going to kill someone, seize him and take him back for me..."

His words came to an abrupt halt as Zhao Xu struck his forehead with a rod...