East of the Central Plains.
East Sui Dynasty.
A few miles away from the mountain range in the north, in a unique and deserted villa.
Yang Yu's tall figure appeared on the balcony on the third floor.
He placed his hands behind his back. Although the setting sun was thin, it made his face look even more heroic.
His eyes were deep as he looked at the palace in the distance. He said calmly,
"Counting the days, tomorrow will be the tenth year.”
He still remembered what happened ten years ago.
At that time, Yang Yu was only eight years old.
But strange diseases befell him.
There were no signs of this illness.
When he discovered it, the young Yang Yu was already on the verge of death.
No matter how the imperial physicians in the palace treated him, they were helpless.
Even the Eastern Sui Emperor, Yang Shao, who had invited the medical path's Heavenly Phenomenon Grandmaster, was helpless.
As for the Emperor of East Sui, Yang Shao, he was the ruler of a dynasty.
Naturally, he knew the key to this.
He was also very clear about the scheming and infighting between the princes below.
However, the palms and the back of his hands were all fleshy.
At that time, the Ninth Prince's mother was doted on by Yang Shao.
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.
The Ninth Prince's illness had acted up so suddenly that he had no way of dealing with it.
The Ninth Prince's mother cried all day long.
However, it was useless.
Furthermore, the Mengyuan Empire had sent troops to the desolate land and was eyeing them covetously.
The Empress, together with the other concubines and the ministers of the relevant forces.
They all advised the Emperor not to delay the state affairs because of a young prince.
This matter is very important, East Sui Emperor Yang Shao also know the severity of the matter.
Moreover, the Ninth Prince's illness was incurable.
They could only send him to the Northern Territory and let him fend for himself.
The corners of Yang Yu's mouth curled up slightly as she turned around and returned to her room.
He glanced around the familiar study room and smiled." Since I've transmigrated here, whether it's a coincidence or not, I'm not sure.”
"It was neither too early nor too late, but I had to personally witness Consort Mother spit out blood and die in front of my eyes.”
As a transmigrator.
The memory of this place was especially profound.
He had just transmigrated and transformed into the Ninth Prince, and he had not even had the time to receive the information.
Intuition told Yang Yu that the kind-looking person in front of her was her mother.
The trembling hand in the air only wanted to touch the awakened Yang Yu.
Even though she was a mother, she didn't know.
The one who survived was not Yang Yu.
However, this greatest motherly love was real.
Yang Yu felt the same way, and her eyes could not help but itch.
At that moment, a stream of tears flowed down her face.
He had stayed in this villa for ten years.
His life was saved!
To put it nicely, he was carefree and had a luxurious life.
He flipped through the books in the study again and again.
In the manor, the butler and maids were serving him.
These days were indeed comfortable.
It seemed very good, but it was not.
Yang Yu knew very well that with her former identity as the Ninth Prince, she had no choice but to give up.
It was just a peaceful life here.
There were always a few people who had been swapped out outside the courtyard.
They were here to monitor him.
To be more precise, they were spies to spy on and monitor the emperor.
If the Emperor had any intention of appointing the Ninth Prince, Yang Yu's grave would probably be filled with grass.
As a prince, Yang Yu was of great importance to the East Sui Empire.
From birth, he was already involved in the vortex of power struggles, and the princes schemed against each other.
He had been targeted even in his mother's womb.
As the saying goes, the most ruthless is the imperial family.
Moreover, ever since his mother died, Yang Shao, the Emperor of East Sui, had been unable to recover.
He was depressed all day long.
In these ten years, the power struggles between the other princes were almost exposed to the public.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Emperor of East Sui, Yang Shao, was still alive, he would have suppressed him from time to time.
Yang Yu, who was at the edge of the vortex, might have been eliminated long ago.
If it was someone else, it might be the same.
However, Yang Yu was different. His heart was as clear as a mirror.
"I, the Ninth Prince, have no soldiers, no power, and no external help.”
"Staying here is like being a canary with an empty identity.”
"But those who want to use me are also working for me.”
He knew better than anyone else.
It was because he was the Ninth Prince who posed no threat at all that the other princes looked down on him.
However, just because there was no threat, it did not mean that they could not kill him.
However, none of them were willing to do it themselves. Instead, they wanted to harm their opponents.
The prince who killed first was destined to become the target of public criticism.
Yang Yu sneered.
However, this was not difficult for him at all.
After all, he was a transmigrator.
Because of this, not only could he easily mediate this situation.
He even kept fooling the people sent by the princes.
Therefore, the killer who harmed him and his mother.
In these few years, he had almost figured it out.
He was just short of verifying it.
And they would use the opportunity to make use of each other.
He had a lot of information.
This place was called the Central Plains.
There were four empires on the continent, standing in the middle state.
The Eastern Sui Dynasty, the Mengyuan Dynasty, the Western Song Dynasty, and the Southern Ming Dynasty.
In addition, there were countless small kingdoms.
This was the power of the imperial court.
There were also many sects and factions in the martial world.
Among them, the most famous ones were the Saint, Demon, Buddha, and Dao.
There were also quite a few famous sects.
Terrifying and powerful sects and forces stood on the Central Plains.
The sect's inheritance had been around for hundreds or thousands of years.
Jianghu was a place that people yearned for, but it was also difficult and dangerous.
Yang Yu smiled and muttered to herself,"
"Right now, we only have no soldiers, no power, and no strength.”
"But with my understanding of this world, it's easy for me to step into the path of martial arts.”
After all, he was very familiar with the characters in this martial arts world.
Therefore, from the moment he knew about it, he had been preparing to step into the martial world at any time.
He had thought about it very clearly.
Then his entire life would change.
Even the history of this place would be rewritten.
As for the opportunities in the pugilistic world, they were easy to obtain.
Their fists and palms met as they watched the disappearing sunset.
At this moment, his eyes were extremely bright.
The next step would be to rise up in the martial world.
Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded.
Ding! The ten year time limit is up!
The check-in system had awakened!
The host will receive a ten-year gift pack for signing in for the first time!
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