After Transmigrating to the Modern Era, the Metaphysics Master Dazzles the World – Chapter 135

Chapter 135: The Miserable Little Crown Prince

“Little Uncle, how did you know?” He hadn’t even had time to say it yet.

Yan Jiuxian said, “Hasn’t she been preparing for this all along? She’s always like this… cough, cough.”

Yan Jiuxian’s brow furrowed slightly, and his face turned a few shades paler.

Yan Zhaoming watched with a pounding heart, “Little Uncle, why do I feel like your complexion looks even worse than this morning?”

Yan Jiuxian brushed it off lightly, “It’s just temporary, don’t worry.”

Yan Zhaoming hesitated for a moment, but still chose to speak, “Little Uncle, Fu Ziqi’s medical skills are so amazing, she could even save Fu Yu and knows the heaven-defying method of Foundation Reconstruction, could she possibly—”

“Shut up!” Yan Jiuxian’s eyes turned cold, “We can’t let her know.”

Yan Zhaoming became anxious, “Why? Fu Ziqi is truly amazing, what if she has a way? Besides, didn’t Fu Ziqi say before that she would cure you? Just let her try, what’s the harm?”

“She can’t.” Yan Jiuxian said, “I can’t let her treat me.”

“Little Uncle!”

“Zhaoming, I’m suffering from karmic backlash, not an illness. She’s a physician, she can’t treat karmic backlash.”

“But Fu Ziqi is full of strange and clever ideas, what if she has a way?” Yan Zhaoming was still unwilling to give up.

Yan Jiuxian: “I said, she can’t cure it, and there’s no way she’ll have a solution. I know what I’m doing.”

From the very beginning, this was the path he chose for himself.

“Little Uncle, don’t you love her? Don’t you love Fu Ziqi? You’re not someone who gives up easily, you like her so much, just treat it as striving for her, can’t you?”

Yan Jiuxian pursed his lips.

He had tried his best.

He had used everything he had to forge this current outcome. He should be satisfied.

Yan Jiuxian lowered his eyes and said, “I still can’t see her for the next few days, you continue as you did today.”

Yan Zhaoming opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

He even thought, what’s so good about Fu Ziqi? Worth his Little Uncle being so cautious?

Yan Zhaoming lowered his head, “I understand.”

Yan Jiuxian added, “Marshal seems to miss her a bit, bring Marshal over tomorrow and leave him with her for a few days.”

“Okay.”

Yan Jiuxian took one last look at the sky, turned back, and walked inside, asking, “Any news from Poling?”

Yan Zhaoming said, “Chu Yi took people to Yundu and found a lead from there. I asked Cheng Huaixin from the Fourth Team to take his people and join Chu Yi’s team.”

Yan Jiuxian frowned, “The progress is too slow.”

Yan Zhaoming was a little surprised, glanced at Yan Jiuxian, thought about recent events, and hesitated, “Little Uncle, why are you suddenly in such a hurry to deal with Poling?”

Yan Jiuxian didn’t answer, but said, “Send out the Yan Family’s people as well. Also, contact the Jiang Family and the Tan Family, I have something to discuss with them.”

Yan Zhaoming was confused, “Okay, I understand.”

Yan Jiuxian strolled back to his courtyard, his expression indifferent, his eyes cold.

—Poling is a time bomb. He couldn’t leave a time bomb for her.

On the other side, Fu Ziqi examined Fu Yu, confirmed that he was fine, and gave him a heads-up, telling him that he had to cultivate even more diligently than before.

Immediately after, she turned her head and saw the practice questions Yan Jiuxian sent her on WeChat.

Yan Jiuxian: Finish them, take pictures, and send them to me.

Fu Ziqi: “…”

She thought for a moment and initiated a video call.

But no one answered.

Fu Ziqi looked at the last message, sent two minutes ago, puzzled. Why wasn’t he answering now?

But she didn’t think too much about it.

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Of course, Fu Ziqi wouldn’t just obediently do the practice questions.

She logged onto her computer and played a game for a while, played two rounds, and then logged out.

After exiting the game, Fu Ziqi leaned back in her chair, rubbed her slightly sore neck, and then checked WeChat.

She only had a few contacts on WeChat. Tao Xi didn’t know if she was too busy, but usually, around seven o’clock, Tao Xi would send her a message. It was almost ten o’clock now, and she still hadn’t received a message from Tao Xi.

Fu Ziqi hadn’t forgotten about Tao Xi’s injury.

She planned to ask Tao Xi if she wanted to continue cultivating Ancient Martial Arts when she returned from Myanmar this time.

Tao Xi’s current cultivation stagnation was due to her old injury. As long as she healed Tao Xi’s old injury, she could continue cultivating.

With so many things piling up these days, she hadn’t had time to ask Tao Xi what she thought.

And Yan Jiuxian.

Born with deficiencies… It was hard for him to become the “Number One in the Ancient Martial World” despite being born with deficiencies. Fu Ziqi thought, if she encountered someone with Yan Jiuxian’s aptitude, she might want to take on a disciple.

She wondered how the aptitude of the Crown Prince disciple in her memory was.

It should be good, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken him as a disciple.

Fu Ziqi had always maintained a cautious attitude towards “master-disciple relationships.” She actually had a master, but she couldn’t be a good disciple, so she also felt that she couldn’t be a good master to someone.

She tried to recall why she took on a Crown Prince as a disciple.

She always stayed away from the court, never participated in major political affairs, firstly because she wasn’t interested, secondly to avoid suspicion, and even more so, she didn’t like interacting with the royal family and clans, so how did she end up taking a Crown Prince as a disciple?

Fu Ziqi lay back on the bed, sprawled out in a “大” shape, and sighed.

Although she told herself not to dwell on the past, she still felt a bit flustered. She originally wanted to talk to Yan Jiuxian, but he didn’t know what he was busy with and didn’t have time to answer her call.

Fu Ziqi didn’t sleep well that night.

She had a dream.

In her dream, she was fourteen or fifteen years old, standing in the Lake Heart Pavilion, reaching out to a drenched child surrounded by a group of people, “Want to be my disciple? My only one!”

At fourteen or fifteen, she wasn’t like later, when she had to maintain a composed demeanor and could only be lively in private. She took a liking to this child, acting on impulse.

The young child looked up at her eyes in distress, and for the first time, Fu Ziqi saw so many complex emotions in a child’s eyes.

She crouched down and hooked the child’s chin, “Do you know who I am?”

The child nodded, “I know. You are Respected National Teacher.”

When he said “Respected National Teacher,” his eyes seemed to sparkle.

Fu Ziqi laughed, “I know you too. Little Crown Prince.”

The Little Crown Prince’s earlobes turned red, he was embarrassed.

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The alarm clock rang.

Fu Ziqi rubbed her head and got up to turn off the alarm.

One dream made her even more confused.

The Little Crown Prince in the dream seemed to be having a hard time, his face even lacked flesh.

But the miserable Little Crown Prince’s features seemed somewhat familiar to her.

Fu Ziqi scratched her hair and got up to wash up.

Calculating the time, Tao Xi had been on a business trip for a week and should be back soon. She didn’t have time to send Fu Yu home, so she entrusted this “important task” to Yan Zhaoming, who happened to arrive.