1 Brain Damage

The Zhenbei Mansion was beside a mountain and a river. The exquisite pavilions were well-arranged and the golden glazed tiles glowed. The golden dragon divine beast at the corner of the eaves was vivid and lifelike. The tall door wall made people admire it. The two huge stone lions at the door were the most astonishing.

At this moment, the side door of the mansion was wide open, and a long queue was formed.

There were all kinds of people in the queue. There were divine doctors carrying medical boxes, witch doctors who wore eye-catching clothes, sage-like Daoists, and solemn old monks…

"Eh, what's going on here? Is the Zhenbei Mansion recruiting capable people again?" A lackey who had just returned from outside the city asked in confusion.

"You don't even know that? The entire northern region is plastered with notices now!"

"That's right. I don't know where the heir of the Zhenbei Mansion went to have fun, but he was beaten up and fainted for three days and three nights."

"Hehe, I don't think that guy did anything good. Most people in the Zhenbei City want to beat him up!"

"Sigh, that's right. They are trying to catch the murderer with all kinds of bounties, it is impossible!"

"What murderer? Right now, the Zhenbei King is most anxious to treat the crown prince's illness. Look at the queue. Some of them were invited over and some were forcefully dragged over. They're all here to treat the crown prince…"

"Sigh, the prince is really blessed. But from the looks of it, he probably won't have the chance to come out and harm others in the future."

"Shh. How dare you say that. Do you want to die?"

Amidst the discussion outside, figures entered the mansion, but no one came out.

At this moment, in the inner courtyard of the mansion, a shrill voice shouted, "Your Highness, please spare my life. I wouldn't dare to harm the prince!"

"You still have the cheek to scream? I asked you to treat the prince, but you killed my son. How can a piece of trash like you be worthy of practicing medicine? Hurry up and drag him to the backyard to feed the dogs."

The King of Zhenbei pointed at the divine doctor who was being dragged by the guards and cursed. His body was filled with killing intent.

"The… the prince has opened his eyes! He's awake, the prince is awake…" At that moment, a surprised cry sounded.

The King of Zhenbei was stunned. He could not believe it.

The divine doctor, who had just been begging for mercy, was the first to react. He looked at the bed in the bedroom and saw that the prince's eyes had opened. He looked confused. Wasn't he awake?

"Your Highness, the prince is awake. He's really awake. Spare me. I didn't kill the prince."

The divine doctor looked at King of Zhenbei as if he had seen his second parent.

The King of Zhenbei was suspicious. He turned around and saw that his son was indeed awake.

The King of Zhenbei was overjoyed. "Someone, drag the divine doctor away… I mean, please treat him well, and make sure he is ready to be summoned at any time."

After sending the divine doctor away, the King of Zhenbei walked to the bed excitedly and exclaimed, "My son, you're finally awake. You scared Father to death."

"Congratulations, Prince. The heavens are blessing the prince. He's really fine."

The prince's lackey, Fang Dapan, cried tears of joy. He knelt on the ground and shouted excitedly.

"My son, quickly tell me who hit you. If I catch him, I'll have to pull out his tendons and skin him alive," the King of Zhenbei grabbed the prince's hand and said fiercely.

"Father? Dapan?"

Fang looked at the familiar room, the familiar people, and he looked confused.

"What happened? Was he reborn?"

Fang Chen clearly remembered that his father had sent bad news on the battlefield at the border. Immediately after, the Zhenbei Mansion had been wiped out, and Fang Chen himself had been killed by a terrifying figure.

However, looking at the surroundings and what his father meant just now, he seemed to have been beaten to death by someone?

He could not remember what was going on at all.

"Could all those things I remember be a dream?"

Fang Chen was getting more and more confused.

"Ding! Phone data restoration in progress. Host, please wait patiently!"

At this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind. Fang Chen was stunned again.

"Phone? The phone I brought with me when I transmigrated actually activated? This means that I've really been reborn? In other words, the future of the mansion…"

Fang Chen tensed up but quickly made up his mind.

"Since I've been reborn and know what the mansion is going to experience, I definitely can't make the same mistake and let the mansion advance on a path of no return…"

"This world ultimately respects martial arts, so I can't just care about nothing like in my previous life. I have to become stronger and control my own fate."

Thinking of this, Fang Chen grabbed the King of Zhenbei and said solemnly, "Father, I don't know who hit me, but that's not important. There's only one thing I want to do now."

"What is it? Are you hungry? That's right. You must be hungry after being unconscious for a few days. Don't worry, I'll get someone to prepare delicious food to nourish your body. I'll get someone to serve it to you immediately."

The King of Zhenbei was so anxious that he wanted to call for help personally.

"No, no, no. There's no hurry about dinner. I have other things on my mind. Listen to me first." Fang Chen quickly stopped the King of Zhenbei.

"What is it? Tell me. I'll agree to anything," the King of Zhenbei said without hesitation.

"I want to practice martial arts," said Fang Chen firmly.

"Burp…"

The King of Zhenbei was so shocked that he burped. The lackey, Fang Dapan, was so shocked that his legs went weak. Then the bedroom was dead silent.

They both stared at Fang in shock.

Wasn't he the number one profligate son of the Northern Region?

He was known as a useless person who could not read or write.

Apart from indulging in debauchery, was it normal for him to say that he wanted to practice martial arts and study? It was clearly abnormal!

In the next second, the lackey, Fang Dapan, wailed, "Oh no, quickly call the divine doctor. The prince's brain is damaged."

The King of Zhenbei reacted and quickly supported Fang Chen. His heart ached. "My son, how can you practice martial arts? Didn't your father fight all his life just to let you enjoy yourself? It's hard and tiring to practice martial arts. How can you, the heir of the Zhenbei, do that? Before your mother left, I promised to let you grow up without any worries for the rest of your life. That's why you should be a qualified heir who lives in luxury and bullies men and women. You only care about being a good-for-nothing and squandering. I'll hold up the sky for you."

When Fang Chen heard this, he looked helpless. He knew that talking about martial arts was a little too abrupt.

Seeing that Fang Chen seemed to have been convinced, King of Zhenbei heaved a sigh of relief.

However, Fang Chen immediately said, "Father, my body is indeed not suitable for martial arts now. Let me rest for two days then I'll go and study. Knowledge is power, and studying is also quite good."

The King of Zhenbei panicked when he heard this and quickly reached out to touch Fang Chen's head.

Fang Dapan, on the other hand, turned pale and ran out. At the same time, he shouted, "Where's the divine doctor? Hurry up and invite the divine doctor over. The prince's brain is really damaged. His brain disease is serious…"

Fang was at a loss.

"What's going on? Did I say something wrong with my logic or my tone? Why is my brain damaged?