"Caw..." A slightly mournful cry startled Mo Wuji, who looked up just in time to see a lone crow flying overhead, quickly disappearing along with its desolate call without a trace.

Where am I? Mo Wuji suddenly felt a sense of strangeness. He seemed to be sitting on a newly piled low grave mound, with seven or eight children kneeling haphazardly in front of him. A young girl in a floral blue dress stood beside him, carrying a bamboo basket.

Just as Mo Wuji was filled with doubt and confusion, he suddenly heard the girl beside him say softly, "You've all been very good. The candy is all gone for today, so let's stop playing here. Remember to come back and play tomorrow."

Is this a game of the emperor holding court? Why does this scene seem so familiar?

A great shock went through Mo Wuji's heart. Isn't this exactly like the final fate of Murong Fu in the novels? Murong Fu went crazy in his attempts to restore his kingdom. His childhood sweetheart, the beautiful Wang Yuyan, ran off with someone else, and in the end, only the maid Abi stayed by his side. The scene before him was exactly when Murong Fu had given up hope of restoring his kingdom and gone mad, and Abi had called a bunch of children to play the childish game of restoring the kingdom with him.

"Long live my king, goodbye my king, come back tomorrow for candy..." After a jumble of childish words, the children scattered.

As far as Mo Wuji could see, he noticed several handsome young men and women walking by not far away. When his gaze fell on one of the women in a purple dress, he even forgot his own situation for a moment, and was simply amazed, "Such a beauty!"

The purple-skirted girl's eyes also fell on Murong Fu, revealing a complex expression, with pity and a hint of barely perceptible disappointment. The other handsome young men and women seemed to be discussing him, and then they gradually walked away, laughing.

No...

Mo Wuji suddenly thought of a terrifying conclusion. Could it be that I was resurrected after death, and then really reborn into Murong Fu? Does soul transmigration really exist in this world?

And why did my soul transmigrate? What was I doing before this?

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji felt a sharp pain in his heart. He finally remembered that after he had researched the medicinal liquid for opening meridians, Xia Ruoyin, the lover for whom he could have given his life, stabbed him in the back. Thinking of Xia Ruoyin's knife, grief filled Mo Wuji's heart...

A sharp headache prevented him from thinking further, and a jumble of information filled Mo Wuji's mind. A full hour or two passed before Mo Wuji understood what was happening.

This was not the Song Dynasty, and he was not reborn into Murong Fu.

This was not even Earth. He was in Raozhou, the capital of the Chengyu Kingdom. His original identity was that of a prince of the Bei Qin County, named Mo Xinghe. The reason his father gave him the name Mo Xinghe was because the Chengyu Kingdom was a lord kingdom under the Xinghan Empire, and the name was entirely out of longing for the Xinghan Empire.

Mo Xinghe's memory had no concept of how large this area was. He only knew that the Xinghan Empire was not the only empire, and that each empire had many lord kingdoms under it, and each lord kingdom had many county kingdoms.

The original Bei Qin County was under the jurisdiction of the Chengyu Lord Kingdom, which in turn belonged to the Xinghan Empire.

Nineteen years ago, Mo Tiancheng, the lord of the Bei Qin County and Mo Xinghe's grandfather, went to Raozhou, the capital of the Chengyu Kingdom, and was never heard from again. The Bei Qin County naturally could not be without a ruler, but the lord of a county kingdom needed the approval of the lord of the lord kingdom.

If Mo Tiancheng had not suddenly disappeared, he could have directly passed the throne to his children and grandchildren, and then reported it to the lord kingdom. Now that Mo Tiancheng had disappeared and had not had time to pass on the throne, the next heir to the throne of the Bei Qin County had to personally go to the lord kingdom and be recognized face-to-face by the lord of the lord kingdom.

Because of this, Mo Xinghe's parents brought the newborn Mo Xinghe to Raozhou, one to investigate the whereabouts of Mo Tiancheng, and the other for Mo Xinghe's father, Mo Guangyuan, to gain the recognition of the Chengyu Lord Kingdom and inherit the throne of the Bei Qin County.

The inheritance, which was originally very simple, unexpectedly encountered many obstacles. Mo Xinghe's parents spent countless amounts of money and went through more than ten years of running around, but still failed to inherit the throne of the Bei Qin County.

Mo Xinghe's parents eventually died of illness in Raozhou City. Mo Xinghe inherited his father Mo Guangyuan's obsession and was determined to inherit the Bei Qin County. However, as Mo Xinghe's parents died, the Mo family's connections in Raozhou were exhausted. The young Mo Xinghe ran around for several years without success, and went completely crazy after learning that the Bei Qin County had been taken away by the lord of the Chengyu Kingdom. Finally, Mo Wuji was reborn.

Mo Wuji also knew who the purple-skirted girl he had seen earlier was. The purple-skirted girl was named Wen Manzhu, and her father was a marquis of the Chengyu Kingdom and a close friend of Mo Xinghe's parents. When Mo Xinghe's parents first came to the Chengyu Kingdom, they still had a certain status. Therefore, the two families were very close, and Mo Xinghe and Wen Manzhu were considered childhood sweethearts. Although they were not betrothed, everyone assumed that they would be together when they grew up.

As the Mo family's chances of inheriting the county disappeared, Mo Xinghe's parents died of illness, and finally Mo Xinghe went crazy, the Wen family forgot about Mo Xinghe. As Wen Manzhu grew up, she gradually distanced herself from Mo Xinghe and became closer to other aristocratic young men.

Two drops of tears fell on the back of Mo Wuji's hand on his knee. Mo Wuji looked up and saw a sad face with a scar. The crying girl seemed to be even younger than his current body.

This girl was naturally not Abi, but called Yan'er. She was the only one who had always followed him, and her identity was merely that of a maid. It could be said that if it weren't for Yan'er, he, Mo Wuji, would not have been reborn. The original Mo Xinghe would have died long ago.

Apart from a scar on her face, Yan'er was pale, and her hair was sparse and yellow, completely lacking the vitality of a young girl. It was obvious that this was caused by malnutrition.

Still something's wrong, Mo Wuji thought with a shiver. The Mo family was, after all, a county lord family. Even if Mo Xinghe's father could not inherit the county lord's position, he would not have been so poor that he died of illness in Raozhou. Wouldn't he have left Raozhou and returned home first? Or did no one from the Bei Qin County come to protect or send money?

There must be a problem here.

Seeing Mo Wuji looking up at her, Yan'er wiped her slightly red eyes and said softly, "My King, may we end the court session?"

Mo Wuji looked down at the dirt mound under him, sighing not only for Yan'er but also for his predecessor. Yan'er had to obtain this "end of court" approval every time she took him away from this childish game.

However, Mo Wuji quickly put aside this sigh, the one he should be sighing for the most was himself. He didn't know if he should be glad that he hadn't died even after being so betrayed, or sad that the person who betrayed him was his most important lover, or sad that he could never return to Earth.

"My King, it's getting dark..." Seeing that Mo Wuji had not said a word for a long time, Yan'er standing beside Mo Wuji carefully said again.

Mo Wuji looked at the setting sun, which had already fallen past the distant treetops. Not knowing whether he was thinking of the previous Mo Xinghe or lamenting his own fate, he sighed and said, "Let's go back..."

He saw the surprised look in Yan'er's eyes, and not feeling like explaining anything, he sighed again, "Let's end the court session..."

After saying that, he wanted to stand up and pat off the dirt on his body, but sitting cross-legged on the ground for a long time had made his legs a little numb. Fortunately, Yan'er was there to support him in time.

Supported by Yan'er, slowly walking out of the sparse woods, Mo Wuji was also sorting out the few things left in his mind.

"I wonder what kind of world this is..." After the two walked silently for several minutes, Mo Wuji muttered to himself.

"My King, what did you say just now?" Yan'er did not understand Mo Wuji's words and quickly asked.

Mo Wuji shook his head, "Yan'er, don't call me 'My King' anymore, just call me by my name."

He would be living with Yan'er in the future, and he would have to explain things eventually.

"Young Master, are you fully recovered?" Yan'er, carrying the bamboo basket, grabbed Mo Wuji's hand in surprise and asked. The tears swirling in her eyes and her pale but trembling fingers told Mo Wuji how excited she was at this moment.

Mo Wuji hesitated slightly, smiled, and said, "Maybe I haven't completely recovered, and I've forgotten a lot of things. But I won't be the same as before, dreaming dreams that only idiots would dream."

Mo Wuji was afraid that he would give himself away, so he simply said that he had not fully recovered.

"Then..." Yan'er's voice trembled, as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

Mo Wuji naturally knew what Yan'er meant. She wanted to ask if he wanted to come and play this children's game tomorrow, but she was afraid that mentioning the court session would make him relapse.

Patting the back of Yan'er's hand, Mo Wuji smiled and said, "I've already been a king, and I don't think it's very interesting. We don't need to come tomorrow. Tomorrow, let's think about how to survive."

Yan'er suddenly dropped the bamboo basket in her hand, knelt on the ground with a 'thump', and burst into tears, pressing her palms together and muttering to herself in the distance.

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