Turning misfortunes into good fortune starts with seizing the direct descendants in Kowloon

Chapter 1 Kowloon seizes the legitimate son
  That night.

There were no lights in the gloomy and damp Imperial Prison, and one or two ghostly and inhuman screams could be heard from time to time, which made people feel creepy.

This cold and cold dungeon has been located underground for many years. The sky is not responding to the call and the earth is not working. Once you enter this place, there is little life.

As footsteps sounded, two groups of beating flames appeared. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two tall and burly black-armored Imperial Guards holding torches. The two walked to the end. One of them opened the heavy stone lock, and the other pushed the thick fine iron prison door. The thin man who looked like a dead fish was thrown in.

Lu Mingyuan lay on the damp bluestone ground.

Under the dazzling light of the torch, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling his limbs aching, and holding a wisp of withered grass in his hand.

Turning his eyes once, he took in a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery, his eyes full of confusion.

where is this?
  Am I not on the operating table?
  You're dreaming, right?

I didn't expect that this injection of anesthetic would be so effective.

I just don’t know how long it will take from the completion of the circumcision surgery to return to normal. I finally took an annual leave this year and it’s all in trouble.

Although it is not difficult to ask for leave in the workplace, being absent from work for too long will inevitably cause dissatisfaction with your boss.

Just as Lu Mingyuan was thinking, a voice broke the silence.

"Your Highness the Sixth Prince, you are finally awake."

The black-armored forbidden soldier with tattoos on his arm on the left side of the cell door said expressionlessly.

His Highness the Sixth Prince?
  Is he calling me? This dream has a strong sense of interaction.

Lu Mingyuan thought to himself, feeling that the light of the torch in front of him was a bit dazzling. He turned sideways and couldn't help but ask:
  "who are you?"

The black-armored forbidden army explained calmly: "We are temporarily serving as jailers to guard His Highness under the orders of the Holy One, so I hope that Your Highness will not be clever and embarrass us, and wait patiently for the interrogation and punishment tomorrow."

After saying these words, he locked the heavy iron door of the prison directly without any unnecessary nonsense.

Holy order.

Interrogation tomorrow?

The firelight gradually left this dark place, and the prison returned to deathly silence, but Lu Mingyuan had not yet reacted.

The next second, a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind, making him break out in cold sweat, cover his head and cry in pain.

"Hey! My head hurts."

With the fusion of memories from the past and present lives, he gradually understood everything that happened before him.

This is not a dream.

He crossed.

Unexpectedly, just a circumcision operation would lead him to such a magnificent world where Taoism and Dharma manifested saints, martial arts cultivated Dingding, and Confucianism and Buddhism coexisted.

Confucian saints hold high positions in temples, speak the constitution of heaven, and educate the people. Martial arts masters conquer thousands of armies, destroy cities and cut off rivers, demons retreat, Taoists and immortals have boundless magic power, and jade cups can fill the sea, and a flower can form a boundary.

The place where he was was the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, the underground death row of the Imperial Capital.

The Dayan Dynasty has been in existence for 367 years. It is known as the largest human kingdom in the Middle-earth world. Practitioners are everywhere, and all nations come to visit. Taoism and Confucian temples are popular all over the world. When small countries hear the name of Dayan, they all respect and worship it.

It's just that my identity gives me a headache.

Today's Holy Emperor has great civil and military rule, and the Holy Spirit is wise. He has been in power for more than a century and has already lived a long life. If he can abdicate as soon as possible and pass on the legacy of the prosperous age to the next generation, he will definitely be able to continue the great rule of Yan.

However, the Holy Emperor was suffering from hidden injuries and pains, and had yet to establish a successor to the throne. His body and bones were strong enough to hold on until now.

At the same time, he is suave and has many sons, many of whom are dragons among men, which makes the situation tense.

There are as many as nine young and weak sons alone.

And he happened to travel through time and became the sixth prince of the current Emperor Dayan, the sixth prince Lu Mingyuan with the same name and surname as himself.

This should be something to be thankful for.

After all, he also has the right to inherit, and as a prince, born in Great Yan, he will definitely enjoy endless glory and wealth. It is not a dream to have food and clothing for his whole life, and to have a group of wives and concubines.

but.

However, he learned from his memory that his original body was at war with the Demon Kingdom in Dayan and captured the enemy's handsome demon girl, so he let the Demon Kingdom's demon girl go!

bad!
  The original person has always been an inconspicuous one among the old emperor's sons, and he has many bad habits.

One thing in particular was that he was a womanizer, gambler and prostitute, and was known as the number one dandy in the capital. Among the brothels in the imperial capital, there was not a single one who did not bear the title of Sixth Prince.

But Lu Mingyuan felt that even if his predecessor didn't let the demon girl go because of her beauty, he wouldn't be able to live long.

Because with so many princes, seizing the throne would undoubtedly be a bloody struggle. With his appearance, he didn't seem likely to survive. He would become a victim and die sooner or later.

Lu Mingyuan sorted out the complicated information in his mind and couldn't help but rub his face.

I just feel a lot of pressure. Good news: Tianhu starts the game and becomes the prince.

Bad news: Kowloon seizes the legitimate son, ten deaths and no life.

"At least I don't have to go to work anymore, which is good news."

Lu Mingyuan smiled bitterly and comforted himself.

It's a pity that it took me three years to take the ashore examination, and it's useless.

"Before that, I have to find a way to survive. I can't just die after traveling through time."

Lu Mingyuan thought so.

You must know that the crime of letting the enemy commander go is, according to Dayan's laws, the same capital crime as collaborating with the enemy and treason.

However, when Lu Mingyuan carefully recalled the details of letting go of the demon girl, he discovered something strange.

For a character like the Demonic Lady, the person guarding her must be a first-class strong man.

Not to mention that there is no resistance at all, it is definitely impossible for someone with no cultivation level like the original body to get close.

In his memory, it was an extremely strange thing that the original person could go to the prison and unlock the dragon-sealing lock of the demon girl.

Could it be that someone is setting him up?
  The more Lu Mingyuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Although the original person was lecherous and bad, and had done bad things like raping civilian girls, he was not a fool, and he would never voluntarily do something like letting the witch go to seek his own death.

Therefore, there is only one possibility. Some of the many princes want to take this opportunity to get rid of themselves.

By imposing the crime of letting go of the witch on himself, he can get rid of a competitor.

In other words, he had already fallen into a whirlpool of competition for the throne.

"But as long as you live, there is a possibility of a comeback!"

Under the pressure of a strong desire to survive, Lu Mingyuan clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the prison, repeatedly thinking about ways to break the situation.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still had no clue.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Tomorrow is the day of trial and execution.

There is not much time left for yourself.

Suddenly, he looked at the withered grass in his hand, thoughtfully.

Then, as he rubbed the long red slender marks on his wrist, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that"

Lu Mingyuan recalled an extremely vicious method of cursing people in his previous life, which was called Zha Xiaoren.

It also has another name, witchcraft.

You only need to get a person's birth date and horoscope, and then stuff it into a villain made of withered grass, communicate with the gods, and hold ceremonies. You can use the villain to control the behavior of the person with the birth date and horoscope to achieve the control effect.

Could it be that he was framed?
  Is there someone behind the scenes?

After thinking about this clearly, he dragged his thin body to the door of the heavy iron prison, took a deep breath, and murmured softly:

"I hope it works, I can only try it once."

After saying that, he hit the iron door directly.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The ear-piercing sound of impact soon attracted the attention of two black-armored Imperial Guards not far away.

"Your Highness?!"

When they arrived, they found Lu Mingyuan lying on the ground with a bloody head.

Seeing this scene, they quickly opened the prison, helped him up, checked his breathing, their expressions changed drastically, picked him up and ran outside, shouting as they ran:

"Pass on the Imperial Physician!"

　The new book has set sail, welcome everyone.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)