C21 This King Does Not like Idiots Major Overhauls

The holographic mirror was highly efficient. Although everyone's registration information was completely confidential, they still had their targets – for example, if the source was His Royal Highness Mo Jiahua, and the person was a victim, then there was no need to follow the rules.

There's no helping it, the royal family and the wargods themselves represent the biggest rules of this world.

So, the moment Mo Jia returned to the castle, before he put on his pajamas, his first secretary, Gu Yuan, had already sent the investigation data of the Realm of Holography to the terminal.

[Gu Yuan: Your Highness, the data has been sent. Are you planning on training Lin Feitong to become a pilot as well? He really keeps his true self hidden!]

Mo Jiahua's finger paused for a moment. He did not reply and just opened the file.

When he saw the person's name on the account, he suddenly froze.

Lin Feitong.

He remembered the way this brat attacked him. At first, he just thought it was familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it before. But now, Mo Jiahua suddenly thought it through.

Mo Jiahua held the terminal tightly, while his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The reason why he didn't directly refuse to deliver himself to Lin Feitong was because when Lin Feitong looked at him with his eyes, it was exactly the same as Ling Feitong who used to be by his side.

Through Lin Feitong, he seemed to be able to see that the person was still alive.

But was it possible? Could it be possible for such a shocking thing to happen?

Scientists have long since proven that the soul is nonsense and never exists. Only the brain and heart can be used as a medium to exchange weight for a person's soul.

Mo Jiahua had never believed in theological theory of the soul, but did those missionaries, who had been religious all their lives, really have nothing to gain from it?

Mo Jiahua raised his hand to cover his eyes. He couldn't describe how he was feeling right now.

Perhaps in the depths of despair, even if there was a tiny bit of hope, even if there was a one in a billion chance, the ashes in their hearts would instantly reignite and turn into a sea of fire in the Wasteland.

Why didn't you come back?

Why did you leave me?

Am I not good enough for you?

If not, why don't you tell me and let me be nicer to you?

Why do you want to die where I can't see you?

Why are you unwilling to tell me even when you come back?

Mo Jiahua had countless questions and emotions that he wanted to vent, but in the end, he managed to restrain himself.

No, he couldn't be sure of Lin Feitong's true identity, so he needed to observe for a while longer.

What's more … He wanted Ling Feitong to confess everything to him and come back willingly.

After tidying up his mood, Mo Jiahua replied to Gu Yuan.

[Mo Jiahua: Send me a video of him fighting in the Holographic Mirror tonight. Be quick.]

Gu Yuan: Your Highness, you sure are energetic. I am relieved for the future of our legion.]

[Mo Jiahua: This year's annual leave will be reimbursed on your behalf.]

[Gu Yuan: Although I am touched, my dear Your Highness, you seem to have forgotten that you haven't granted me an annual leave in seven years.]

Mo Jiahua: "..." Did he have such harsh subordinates?

Oh, since Ling Feitong always gave him trouble after he left, he no longer had the mood to give the First Secretary a vacation — — This King doesn't even have time to rest, so how could his subordinates take advantage of him?

This year, however, may be different.

[Mo Jiahua: This King has approved it this year. Rest again in the second half of the year.]

[Gu Yuan: If I didn't know your secret level earlier, I would have thought that your account number has been stolen!] I have already taken a screenshot of your certificate. Good day to you, Your Highness, I will find a video for you right away!]

Mo Jiahua couldn't help but think, This King really is a kind and generous superior.

"..."

The next morning, Ling Feitong reluctantly got up from his bed after the sun was high in the sky and his butt was already in the sun.

He yawned loudly, stretched, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get some water.

Just as he was about to wash his face in the mirror, he was suddenly startled and almost took a few steps back.

Ling Feitong was stunned for a few seconds, then remembered that strange yet somehow familiar face in the mirror. It seemed to be the current him.

Ling Feitong pressed his eye sockets that were swollen from staying up too long and sighed. He tried his best not to think about his two precious sons, bent down and turned on the tap to wash up.

After washing up and changing his clothes, Ling Feitong went out the door and walked up the stairs to the first floor lobby of the main castle. On the way, Ling Feitong saw a few servants quietly and orderly walking towards the dining room from the kitchen with silver plates.

Ling Feitong sniffed and followed the maid into the restaurant.

The dining area of the castle was completely matched by the luxurious atmosphere of the castle. Although the dining area of the restaurant wasn't too big, the color of the dining area was representative of the West Dawn Royal Family's black and gold style.

However, the candlestick was not lit at noon. The glass window on the transparent wall was shining brightly. It fell on Mo Jiahua who was sitting on his back with his back facing the sun, making his cold edges soften.

When Ling Feitong came in, Mo Jiahua was just getting ready for lunch.

Seeing Ling Feitong, Mo Jiahua said, "What are you doing here?"

He knocked on the table, signalling the maid to bring him a set of tableware. He looked at Mo Jiahua with an obliquely slanted face and said with a smile: "Of course I'm here to eat, if not, do you think I'd come to find you for something I love to do?"

Mo Jiahua's cold eyes swept over and scared Ling Feitong so much that he hurriedly patted his chest and exaggeratedly said, "Your Highness, I only came to beg for a meal. You wouldn't be so stingy to not even give me a meal, right?"

Steward Calvin walked into the dining room and saw Ling Feitong, who was pestering his prince.

He had only left for a few minutes. How could this young master, who did not know anything, have come running over by himself!

Calvin quickly walked over and stood between Mo Jiahua and Ling Feitong. He respectfully said, "Mr. Lin, your dining area is upstairs."

Ling Feitong blinked and innocently said, "No, go upstairs to eat, then I won't be able to see the beauty. If I don't see the beauty, then I won't be able to eat, and if I can't eat, then I will lose my temper.

Calvin: "..." Heavens, could anyone tell him why this obedient Mr. Lin had become so troublesome overnight?

Mo Jiahua looked at Ling Feitong, who was smiling mischievously at him, with a secretive look. He always felt that if he looked at him once more, he would not be able to hold back and would pull Ling Feitong's pants down to the ground and give him a good beating.

What had this brain-dead fool done over the years?

But now, Ling Feitong acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't have the slightest intention of repenting. This was a challenge to his patience.

Therefore, Mo Jiahua no longer bothered himself and looked away.

"Do as you wish." After Mo Jiahua finished, he picked up his knife and fork and began to cut a piece of beast meat that was on the plate.

Although Liu was a little surprised that Mo Jiahua was willing to spend lunch with a lover, he quickly retreated and didn't say anything more. He even asked Wu whether he needed more food.

Ling Feitong smiled as he watched Mo Jiahua eat gracefully, and said casually, "Give me a plate of egg with a heart shaped shape, and a steak fried with olive oil until it's 50% done. Also, don't forget my dessert, and apply some tea flavored ice cream."

"Crash!" Mo Jiahua threw the utensils in his hands onto the plate.

The three servants in the room were all startled, lowering their heads in fear, not daring to look in the direction of their master.

Calvin's heart was also in turmoil. He felt that in the entire castle, there was going to be someone who was going to have great misfortune!

Ling Feitong was also shocked by Mo Jiahua's sudden outburst.

"Your Highness?" Ling Feitong didn't dare to look into Mo Jiahua's frighteningly cold eyes.

Mo Jiahua said, "If you dare to learn again, even if it's someone you shouldn't, I will make you disappear in front of me."

Ling Feitong's heart suddenly skipped a beat and his fingers that were holding the chopsticks slightly trembled.

He did want to use this method to test Mo Jiahua's reaction, but he didn't expect Mo Jiahua to have such a huge reaction.

"Who did I learn?" Ling Feitong composed himself. His expression was flawless and he had an innocent look on his face. He said, "You scared me."

Mo Jiahua seemed to be enduring something. There was an untimely light green color in his eyes, which was very conspicuous on his white and smooth skin.

Apart from himself, no one would know what a sleepless night had been last night for him.

He was extremely grateful to God for returning Ling Feitong to him. However, this did not mean that he could forgive Ling Feitong's ruthless betrayal!

Mo Jiahua's red lips parted slightly and he slowly said, "You learned a person that This King will never see again in his entire life. Don't tell This King that you did not do it on purpose, This King can ask you for your purpose in coming here, or I can give you protection. But you need to know, This King doesn't like fools, especially idiots who decide what they want to do."

Ling Feitong felt a burning sensation on his face. He wanted to run over and pull Mo Jiahua's collar and ask him loudly, "I'm already dead, why do you have to hold a grudge?"

However, Ling Feitong couldn't do anything. In other words, he couldn't take the initiative to expose himself until he knew what Mo Jiahua had become.

"Since Your Highness doesn't like it, then I will be a smart person." Ling Feitong squinted his eyes and smiled. His long and thick eyelashes were like small fans. He slightly lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, don't be angry about this."

Mo Jiahua suddenly clenched a fist that was hanging on his leg. The veins in his body popped out. However, in just a short moment, no one noticed this detail.

Mo Jiahua's face remained indifferent the entire time, remaining calm and collected, making others unable to see through his true thoughts.