Alchemy genius?

After a while, the alchemists couldn't wait any longer and said, "Alright, Young Master Ye, we'll take this box to study first. We won't disturb you and Her Highness the Seventh Princess's celebration."

"What are you studying this box for? Is it fun?" the little prodigal son asked, confused.

"It's not for fun. This isn't a toy. We need to open this box to get Ban's notes," the alchemists said seriously.

"Notes? You mean this book?" The little prodigal son suddenly produced a book.

"Yes, it's this Alchemy Notes... Huh? No... You, you..." The alchemists pointed at the little prodigal son, their eyes wide as if they would fall out, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Ah..." At this moment, everyone's mouths hung open, watching the little prodigal son, too astonished to make a sound.

"There are a few more, one, two, three, four... five. There are five books in this box," the little prodigal son took out book after book, while everyone present remained stunned and dazed.

"Are you sure you weren't lying to us earlier? Was this box really that difficult to open?" the Emperor and others began to doubt, suspecting the alchemists of deceiving everyone into thinking the box was unopenable so they could get the first look at the notes.

However, everyone present knew that this possibility was extremely slim.

The alchemists immediately denied it vehemently, "No, absolutely not! How could we lie to His Majesty? This box truly required a lot of effort and many challenges to open, it's just that..."

"It's just, why could he, a ten-year-old child, open it so easily?" the Emperor looked at the little prodigal son, his eyes filled with confusion, and even more so with a strange curiosity.

That's right, the box that even numerous top alchemists couldn't open was opened by our Thirteenth Young Master, and it was done so easily, without any hindrance, not even giving anyone time to notice.

This left everyone surprised and shocked, doubting if they were seeing things, doubting the undeniable truth before their eyes.

If it were any other child, they might have called him a genius. But the Thirteenth Young Master was even worse than an ordinary person; how could he be a genius?

"Perhaps, he's an alchemy genius." Although it seemed impossible, the alchemists still proposed this possibility.

"Impossible. He hasn't studied alchemy. We wouldn't let him touch something so dangerous," Long Anqi directly denied this possibility. As a mother, she knew her son's affairs clearly, at least she knew about this.

"That's right, Young Master doesn't know alchemy. He hasn't even looked at an alchemy book," Tiger Girl chimed in, nodding.

If Long Anqi's words weren't enough to convince people, then coupled with Tiger Girl's words, it was enough to make anyone believe without a doubt. Everyone knew that Tiger Girl had been by the Thirteenth Young Master's side all these years, and she knew best what he had done.

"Since he doesn't know alchemy, how could he open it? Is it another coincidence? This kid is truly favored by the goddess of luck. This is too miraculous," the Emperor and others began to discuss, this was the only explanation they had, using the Thirteenth Young Master's incredible luck.

At this moment, the Seventh Princess asked, "Ye Lang, how did you open this box?"

The Seventh Princess's question made everyone present suddenly realize that instead of guessing amongst themselves, they could just ask the person involved directly.

However, everyone worried about one thing: the person involved might not be able to explain it clearly.

"What do you mean 'how did I open it'? I just opened it. What's so difficult about it?" As expected, the Thirteenth Young Master's answer was completely unhelpful.

"It seems it was just luck. This cannot be explained," everyone thought with a wry smile. Luck, if it appears, can overcome any difficulty.

But was it really luck?

"I've definitely never seen these alchemy formations before, but why do they feel familiar?" the little prodigal son murmured, looking at the Alchemy Notes, and then made a decision that stunned everyone.

"I want to learn alchemy. I want to read these books." With that, he put the five Alchemy Notes into his Space Ring, and the alchemists present couldn't even stop him.

"Uh, Young Master Ye, could you give us those five books? We have many books here, let's trade," the alchemists said, taking out many books, all their treasured alchemy books. Normally, they wouldn't even bear to take them out, but now they were desperate.

After the little prodigal son accepted the books, he said something that made everyone despair.

"I'm taking these books, and I'm not trading!"

"..."

The alchemists were on the verge of tears, looking at the Emperor for help, hoping he would step in and mediate, and find a way to get the five Alchemy Notes.

In fact, even if they hadn't sought his help, the Emperor would have found a way. He knew that if these were left in the hands of the little prodigal son, they would be completely useless. Only by handing them over to the royal alchemists could they benefit the empire.

Finally, after discussion, the Thirteenth Young Master handed over the Alchemy Notes, but only lent them for three days. During those three days, they could copy all the Alchemy Notes.

Don't forget, the Alchemy Notes were just Ban's notes, not some profound alchemical items. As long as the contents were copied, there would be an equally functional set of notes.

And this idea was proposed by our Thirteenth Young Master. These people were overthinking things and hadn't considered this simple solution, which made many present feel ashamed.

Sometimes, the key to solving problems is very simple, but many people don't think simply, only making things more complicated. In the end, problems become more troublesome.

"Uh, Young Master Ye, could you give us those books first? We'll make a copy for you..." the empire's royal alchemists asked timidly. Since they had the previous method, they naturally thought of this approach.

It was a waste to let this Young Master Ye keep those precious volumes. They wanted to get them back if possible. At this point, they didn't care about their pride. For their beloved books, they were going all out.

"Okay!" The Thirteenth Young Master readily agreed, but he added, "You have to copy all your books for me!"

"..."

Is this kid really the imbecile he's rumored to be? I don't see it at all. He seems more like a little fox. Is he pretending?

At this moment, many people were doubting, but it was only for a moment. They didn't believe someone could pretend to be like this, especially since childhood.

In fact, the Thirteenth Young Master wasn't pretending. It was just that he seemed to lack something, making him weak in some areas, but very strong in others. For example, the memory issue earlier, or the alchemy he was about to study.

Perhaps there was another point: his luck.