Nine Thousand Years (3)

After his mother passed away, Chu Fengqi lived a miserable, scraping existence alone in the Cold Palace, repeatedly tormented like a plaything by Chu Yu and Chu Xiang. The hatred in his heart had long since accumulated. As the years passed, the Emperor grew increasingly frail, and the vacant position of Crown Prince became an even more coveted prize.

Wanting revenge, Chu Fengqi overestimated his own strength and recklessly vied for the throne with the other princes. But his forces were too weak. When he realized that only death lay ahead, he decided to risk his life to drag Chu Yu down to hell with him, helping another contender eliminate a strong rival while turning himself into a stepping stone.

Sifting through his memories, Chu Fengqi also found a warning: [Strive to play this character well and maintain the normal order of the world, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself.]

Chu Fengqi pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

He needed to play this character seriously to let the plot unfold normally until the character exited the stage.

Having no past memories, Chu Fengqi accepted everything naturally without any suspicion, nor did he have any idea what the consequences would be. After sitting in a daze looking at the useless memories for a while, the pain in his leg finally subsided. He staggered to his feet, sat at the table, and gulped down a cup of cold water.

With a few gulps of water down his throat, the hunger he had suppressed for so long suddenly surged. Chu Fengqi slowly stood up to look for food, but he could not remember where he had kept his food at all.

Cold and starving, he searched his memories again. Aside from gaining nothing, Chu Fengqi only learned that he had lived for eighteen years and still had to endure two more years of torment in the Cold Palace before he could "exit the stage."

Well, whatever.

Chu Fengqi sighed, thinking he would just finish the act to "retire" early. He rummaged everywhere for food but to no avail, even going outside to check around the house, only to find absolutely nothing. With life being this miserable, Chu Yu's existence was truly the last straw.

It seemed that thanks to this thought, Chu Fengqi suddenly grasped a bit of the secret to playing the role. But suddenly, he felt his body burning up.

Perhaps because he had been soaked for too long, his entire body was burning like fire. Chu Fengqi broke apart a few chairs to burn as firewood, heated two tubs of water to bathe, and finally eased the headache caused by the fever. He rubbed his bruised knees, feeling a bit better.