Helpless Transmigration, Sun Moon Crown Prince

"Your Highness, wake up! Hold on! Someone, come quickly! Summon the imperial physicians!"

"Your Highness, the late Emperor has just passed away; if anything were to happen to you, what would become of this old servant?"

"Shh... quiet for a moment, wait! Look! His Highness's eyelids moved!"

"Thank the heavens, it must be the spirit of the late Emperor watching over him!"

"My head hurts, what happened to me?"

Struggling to open his heavy eyelids, Xu Mochen, a top scientist from Blue Star, looked around in confusion: inside a magnificent palace styled after Western European royalty, a group of middle-aged and elderly people in ornate robes were anxiously surrounding him, scrambling to provide emergency aid. When they saw Xu Mochen open his eyes, they let out long sighs of relief, though their subsequent nonsensical chatter only deepened his bewilderment.

"Where is this? Didn't I die in an accident while developing the space-time shuttle?" Xu Mochen steadied himself, barely managing to collect his thoughts. As the youngest and most brilliant scientist in the Dragon Kingdom of Blue Star, the twenty-six-year-old Xu Mochen had developed many epoch-making products, the most famous of which was the Intelligent Virtual Database.

It could use technological means to compress the vast majority of information on Earth into the human brain, allowing one to retrieve data directly when needed; for this, Xu Mochen had won countless awards. Unfortunately, heaven is jealous of talent; during an experiment with the space-time shuttle, a sudden machine malfunction caused him to be pulled inside, and when he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in this strange place.

Phew, thank goodness, the Intelligent Database seems to still be here; things aren't too bad. Xu Mochen urgently sensed his brain; fortunately, the database had been brought along by the space-time shuttle. As the saying goes, knowledge is humanity's greatest wealth; as long as the database remained, he had a foundation of confidence.

Xu Mochen then examined his small body dressed in blue finery. He had been too nervous to notice before, but now he realized with a jolt that this young body was not his own! Looking at his attire and recalling the vague words he had heard earlier, he roughly deduced that he had transmigrated—and into the body of a crown prince of some empire!

"Your Highness, the imperial physician is here." The crowd suddenly shouted and parted to both sides. A moment later, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a white robe with golden threads, hurried over. What surprised Xu Mochen even more was that the old man had seven colorful rings circling his body, and the waves of energy emanating from him left Xu Mochen utterly astonished.

"No way? Could it be that I've transmigrated into a magical world with spiritual energy?" Xu Mochen felt like crying. Although he hadn't read many fantasy novels, he knew that in a world with cultivators, the law of the jungle would be even more brutal, and the risks would be far higher than in an ordinary world. Fortunately, it seemed he was born into the royal family, and a crown prince at that! For now, his life was not in immediate danger.

The old man quickly knelt beside him and waved his hand. A deep green ring appeared on the ring finger of his right hand. Then, one of the seven rings—a black one—lit up, and a burst of energy rich with vitality surged from the ring and landed on Xu Mochen.

Instantly, his exhausted body began to recover rapidly. A warm sensation radiated through him, prompting Xu Mochen to marvel inwardly while feeling puzzled: Amazing, is this the legendary magic? But what are those rings on the old man?

The old man clearly had no idea what Xu Mochen was thinking. After casting his "magic" a few more times and checking Xu Mochen over, he finally exhaled and withdrew the energy: "Please rest assured, everyone. I have examined him carefully and found that His Highness likely fainted from shock due to excessive grief. With the life energy infused by my Martial Soul, the Life Source Ring, His Highness's condition has stabilized."

"That is good, that is good. The late Emperor's spirit is protecting us; His Highness is truly blessed." "Since His Highness is out of danger, the late Emperor's funeral and the coronation ceremony can proceed as scheduled." The surrounding ministers finally set their hearts at ease and began bowing in gratitude, but Xu Mochen remained lost in thought over the physician's words.

Martial Soul? What is a Martial Soul? Taking a gamble, Xu Mochen used the Intelligent Database to search for the term, hoping to find some useful information. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the memories of the original owner of this body flooded into his mind like a tide. Combining the database's information with these memories and his own deductions, Xu Mochen finally understood.

He was in the story of Douluo Continent, but he was not on the Douluo Continent itself; he was in the Sun Moon Empire on the Sun Moon Continent, which appeared in Douluo Continent 2: The Unrivaled Tang Sect. He was the current six-year-old Crown Prince, Xu Mochen, who shared his name. Judging by the timeline, he was not in the era of the second book, but the first!

Xu Mochen was the Crown Prince and the only son of the late Emperor. Because the late Emperor had suffered a cultivation deviation and passed away, Xu Mochen had arrived at the hall, heard the news, and fainted from grief, dying on the spot—allowing the transmigrated him to take his place. The cultivation system of this world was not magic, but Martial Souls, and the rings the old man displayed were the unique cultivation markers of this world: "Soul Rings."

"Everyone, please rise." While organizing this knowledge through the database, Xu Mochen began to deal with the ministers. Just as he was planning to take things one step at a time, a loud voice came from outside: "Prince Yanyang, Prince Yinyue, and Duke Xingyun have arrived!" Three old men, dressed in golden military uniforms, silver robes, and black tailcoats respectively, hurried into the hall.

"This servant, Prince Yanyang (Prince Yinyue, Duke Xingyun), pays respects to Your Highness." The three did not bow repeatedly like the other ministers, but merely gave a slight nod. Xu Mochen found their identities in his memories: Prince Yanyang, Xu Yuanding, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Sun Moon Empire's military; Prince Yinyue, Kong Dehan, the Dean of the Soul Tool Research Institute; and Duke Xingyun, Ye Xingyun, the Prime Minister of the Imperial Cabinet.

These three were known as the "Three Carriages" of the Sun Moon Empire, the most trusted officials of his late father, and were fiercely loyal to the royal family. Given their status, they naturally did not need to be as overly submissive as the other ministers.

"Your Highness, after careful consideration, we three have reached a consensus. The late Emperor's sudden passing is a tragedy for the Empire, but the most important task now is to stabilize the public heart. If the news of his passing spreads prematurely, it may lead to instability. We suggest keeping the death secret for now, claiming the late Emperor is in seclusion, and having Your Highness stabilize the situation as Regent. Once everything is secure, we will hold the funeral and the coronation." Ye Xingyun ignored the angry glares of the surrounding ministers and spoke his plan directly to Xu Mochen.

Truth be told, he did not expect a six-year-old prince to shoulder such a burden alone. Once the news broke, with the prince so young, many hidden resistance organizations would surely bare their fangs. The priority was to stabilize the court and the empire, and to bolster the prince's influence and prestige.

As for whether the prince had the ability, he wasn't worried; with their power and prestige, they could help the prince stand firm without issue. While this approach was unconventional, it was the most feasible path, though convincing a six-year-old would likely take some effort.

"Nonsense! The late Emperor has passed, and you, Ye Xingyun, as Prime Minister, are bullying the young Crown Prince by concealing the truth and obstructing the coronation! You are conspiring with other high officials to hollow out the royal power! Your ambition is laid bare! Your Highness, do not fall for this villain's trap!"

"Your Highness, do not panic! We will never let the schemes of such scoundrels succeed!"

"Your Highness, please see clearly! Duke Xingyun's words violate ancestral law and are unfaithful and unfilial!"

At this moment, the opposition ministers who had always been at odds with Ye Xingyun began to jump out and accuse him, their words fierce and their emotions high, causing the court to erupt into chaos. Ye Xingyun did not refute them, but simply lowered his head and bowed slightly, waiting quietly for the prince's decision.

Seeing this, Xu Mochen frowned slightly. Although his memories suggested the "Three Carriages" were loyal to the royal family, seeing is believing. Whether they were truly loyal required testing.

"The three of you are the pillars of my father's reign. While your proposal violates ancestral law, it is done for the sake of the Sun Moon Empire. However, I believe that filial piety comes first. If we conceal the late Emperor's passing now, even if we confess later, the people will see us as unfilial. Furthermore, it is already too late to seal the news completely. It would be better to notify only those who must know and discuss the rest later." Having said this, Xu Mochen glanced at Ye Xingyun, secretly observing his reaction.

The court fell silent in astonishment. Although Xu Mochen's tone was still childish, no one could deny that his words were far beyond what a six-year-old should be capable of. Because of this, the ministers couldn't help but hold the Crown Prince in higher regard.

Ye Xingyun was also shocked, but he quickly regained his composure and said respectfully: "Your Highness is wise. Regardless of your decision, we shall support you with all our might!" As a subject, Ye Xingyun knew his place, and he felt gratified by the prince's performance. A monarch who could think thrice before acting at such a young age was undoubtedly wise, and his duty was to assist him faithfully to make the Sun Moon Empire more prosperous.