C1 Weak Prince X Cold Prince X(1)

His throat was dry and itchy. Tu Chiyu endured the intense headache and slowly opened his eyes. What entered his eyes was a sky-blue curtain.

He used his skinny and green arms to prop himself up on the bed with difficulty. He touched a young man who was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in a middle robe and his messy long hair covered his haggard face. Only a pair of clear eyes still had a hint of life in them.

His gaze swept across the few pieces of furniture in the room and the cold food on the table. The youth formed a seal with one hand to form a water mirror and looked into his eyes. With a shake of his hand, he dispersed.

It was definitely not him! He was ugly, shaped like a ghost. When had he ever been in such a sorry state?!

The last memory of the Immortal God Realm in Tu Chiyu's mind was Nightmare's delicate and charming smile. The devilish and enchanting black heart artifact spirit took Nightmare's picture and mercilessly slapped it over.

That was Nightmare, his master's natal divine weapon, the most powerful weapon of the ancient era. He almost thought he was going to be slapped to death.

However, his current situation wasn't any better. His primordial spirit had nowhere to return to, and his cultivation wasn't strong enough to stand in the void.

Helplessly, he had no choice but to fall into the lower realm to protect himself. Coincidentally, he encountered the owner of this body, the soul of death, leaving his body. Everything became so natural after that.

He couldn't even be considered a possession. Thinking of this, Tu Chiyu couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, his master could not see him. Otherwise, seeing him fall into such a miserable state, he would have thrown him into the Chaotic Heavenly Prison for thousands of years.

While secretly rejoicing that his master wasn't around, he didn't forget to adjust his appearance.

The young man was tall and elegant. Under the thin clothes, one could see that his skin was whiter than snow. His handsome little face revealed a sickly paleness.

His cat-like pupils were clear and moist, and he appeared incomparably pure. His eyes slightly moved, but revealed a fox's bewitching appearance. His plump and full lips were bright red and alluring.

He blinked, and after suppressing the slightly curved corners of his mouth, he instantly returned to a harmless appearance.

Tu Chiyu's face was eighty percent similar to his original appearance. The rules of this small world were not perfect. He could make others' impression of the body's original owner fade and replace it with his own appearance.

But that was all. Now that his primordial spirit had been damaged, he could only use the body and identity of others. Otherwise, he would be rejected by the Heavenly Dao of this world.

After doing all this, Tu Chiyu finally caught the dark and black ghost that was hiding in a corner. He searched his entire life and found out what had happened.

The owner of this body was called Xie Lin'an. He was the most favoured prince of the Great Jin Dynasty. His father, who was the late emperor, had been lustful and lustful when he was in power. The government was controlled by Xie Lin'an's uncle, Xie Michuan.

Not long ago, the late emperor had died in the imperial concubines' bed. The court was in turmoil, and the imperial concubines of the previous dynasty had undergone a major purge.

Adult princes were slaughtered clean, and the imperial concubines were given three feet of white silk to follow the late emperor. Xie Michuan was only sixteen years old, and the twelfth prince, Xie Linqian, who had been staying in the Cold Palace, had ascended to the throne. He had become Prince Regent, who was above all others.

As for why he didn't choose Xie Linan, who was one year older than Xie Linqian, it was because Xie Linan had a mother clan that wasn't easy to control. The most important reason was that Xie Lin'an was a sickly person, so he naturally couldn't be the emperor.

But Xie Lin'an was unwilling. Since ancient times, the succession of the throne had always been established by the direct line of descent.

In terms of status, he was the son of a Noble Consort. According to the order of teeth, he was the oldest among all the older brothers who had died in front of him. The throne should be his.

If the one who ascended the throne was Xie Michuan, his original body wouldn't even dare to make a sound. However, the person sitting in that seat was something that had appeared out of nowhere. Naturally, he couldn't help but be angry and kept jumping around in front of the eyes of the young emperor and Xie Michuan.

The mother family had come up with a plan. The young emperor had exposed the few stupid things he had done that could not even be considered a conspiracy. So this was the Cold Palace.

Just yesterday, he used the little bit of connections in the palace to poison the little emperor, but the poison did not succeed, and the palace maid who sought refuge with him rebelled.

Murdering the emperor was a great crime that wanted to kill all of his family members. The timid and cowardly and arrogant Xie Linan was both shocked and furious.