"Where is this?"
Inside a room, Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, a haze of confusion filling them.
The place where he found himself was actually a massive ancient palace, the surrounding decorations magnificent and grand, exuding an imposing aura as well-clearly no ordinary palace.
Beside the bed, seven beauties dressed in ancient maid attire were keeping watch, yet every single one of them looked listless, their faces plastered with worry.
Facing this scene, Lin Yi felt it was somewhat bizarre.
Could they all possibly be his wives?
At this moment, one of the purple-robed women saw Lin Yi open his eyes, a trace of pleasant surprise instantly flashing across her eyes as she exclaimed excitedly, "Look quickly, the heir has woken up!"
"The heir has woken up!"
The red-robed girl at the head looked at Lin Yi with pleasant surprise, the joy in her eyes without the slightest concealment; she truly let out a breath of relief.
The heir was already of frail constitution, and earlier he had even encountered an assassination attempt, ending up fainting right away.
Heaven has mercy, he finally woke up.
"My Lord Heir, you've slept for an entire night, and you frightened us to death."
"Detestable, it's all those damned assassins, actually daring to assassinate our heir; they are simply the most wicked people under heaven."
"When the Prince returns, we must make them pay!"
The remaining girls also crowded around, launching into a flurry of solicitous inquiries toward Lin Yi, their gazes still filled with resentment toward that assassin-the heir's health was already poor to begin with, yet these people actually still went and assassinated him.
Fortunately these people did not succeed, otherwise the heir would probably have been in grave danger.
"Heir?"
Lin Yi's heart gave a jolt, and he could not help but grow inwardly guarded; this was clearly addressing him.
Could he still be an heir?
He did not speak, only quietly looking at them while mentally deducing his own identity.
Maids? Assassins? Prince?
These few words gave Lin Yi an approximate understanding all at once; he seemed to have become the son of a prince.
These beauties actually were all his maidservants, and this body should be the son of some prince, yet because he was assassinated by an assassin, he was by a twist of fate replaced by himself.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva; could he be so unlucky as to encounter assassins right upon arrival?
In an instant, several questions appeared in his mind.
What dynasty was this?
And whose son was he a prince of?
Boom!
While he was struggling to think, a ball of mass exploded in his mind, and the next moment a massive amount of memories appeared within Lin Yi's mind-the owner of this body was actually also named Lin Yi!
The Heir of Northern Liang!
Lin Yi, courtesy name Muzhi!
So he really was an heir, but this place was no longer his original world, and even history had become different.
There were no Four Books and Five Classics here, nor were there the Hundred Schools of Thought, but it likewise saw incessant warfare and dynastic succession.
The Three Excellencies and Nine Ministers, princes and marquises, generals and ministers, contended for the Central Plains.
Ruling this land nowadays was the Great Ning Empire, while Northern Liang was a major strategic town in the north of Great Ning, and the Prince of Northern Liang was the master here.
Northern Liang was a city of heroes!
Although this place was subordinate to the Great Ning Dynasty, back before the Great Ning Dynasty was established, the lords of the Central Plains vied for hegemony, at which time Northern Liang was not guarded by the Central Plains dynasty at all, leading to the invasion of the northern barbarians and the people living through very difficult times.
Grief, pain, despair-the people plunged into the depths of hot water.
At last, a hero rose above the crowd, and that was his father, the Prince of Northern Liang, Lin Rusong. He led the people of Northern Liang to launch a vigorous war of revenge, and in the end he won, thus becoming the Prince of Northern Liang.
Later, the Great Ning Dynasty rose above the crowd and successfully completed the grand unification.
Lin Rusong, in order to spare the people from war, ultimately chose to surrender to the Great Ning Dynasty. The Emperor of Great Ning, to express his gratitude, enfeoffed him as the Prince of Northern Liang, commanding thirty thousand troops of Northern Liang to fend off the northern barbarians of the Northern Region and the various states of the Western Regions.
Through over ten years of development, Northern Liang finally recovered its vitality and began marching toward prosperity.
Yet recently, chaos had begun to show itself at the border once again, so Lin Rusong went personally to investigate, taking even the chief steward away and leaving behind only the heir, Lin Yi, to guard Northern Liang City.
Yet never had they expected that no sooner had the Prince of Northern Liang left than this place would encounter assassins.
Assassinated right upon arrival; if I find out who did it, I will definitely tear them to pieces! Lin Yi was furious; this was simply picking the persimmon that was soft to squeeze, wasn't it.
Though the one assassinated was not himself, the one who got sick of it was indeed himself.
"Heir!"
Seeing the murderous Lin Yi, the several maidservants shook with fright; the heir wouldn't punish them, the maidservants, to vent his anger, would he?
Looking at the worried maidservants on the side, Lin Yi simply waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Alright, this heir is a bit hungry; you all go get me something to eat. Now I need some quiet, you all step down!"
To avoid mishaps, he still needed to sort through his memories lest his flaws be seen through.
This was the son of a prince. He had taken his place for nothing; if anyone recognized him, he'd be killed.
"Understood, Heir Apparent!"
The red-clad maid nearby froze for a moment. But seeing the murderous look in her master's eyes, she guessed that the Heir Apparent was still brooding over the assassin.
Knowing her master's temper, she didn't dare provoke him. She led the maids away.
Once the maids had left, Lin Yi let out a long sigh of relief. At last, he could quietly get a handle on the situation. Those girls made quite a racket when they were together.
After quite some time, he finally finished sorting through the memories, and couldn't help but be astonished.
"Damn, my Heir Apparent!"
To sum up Lin Yi's life over the past dozen or so years, he'd been domineering, clear-cut in his likes and dislikes, always ready to stand up for the wronged, completely lacking in refinement, and even infamous.
Put simply, he'd fought, swindled people, and visited brothels...
Aside from murder and arson, oppressing the common people, and poetry and song, he'd achieved a certain level of mastery in pretty much everything.
Honestly, it was a bit outrageous.
But when he thought of Prince of Northern Liang's doting affection for him, Lin Yi felt at ease.
"What a happy Heir Apparent!"
He sighed. It was the deepest love a father could give, without a trace of impurity.
There were no harem intrigues or schemes and plots-only a father's loving care.
Ever since the Lady of Prince of Northern Liang had died at the hands of the barbarians, Prince of Northern Liang had never remarried. From then on, he devoted himself to raising his son. As the only child, Lin Yi naturally became the recipient of all his affection.
But there was a problem!
Prince of Northern Liang's idea of raising him had nothing to do with poetry and song or martial arts manuals. Instead, it was...
Having fun!
That's right, having fun!
As Prince of Northern Liang put it, if Lin Yi couldn't even figure out how to have fun, he could forget about inheriting the title of Prince of Northern Liang.
Aside from teaching him the basics of reading and writing, Prince of Northern Liang had no other requirements. He'd even found his son seven lovely maids to keep him company. His life was practically like that of an immortal.