Hey, you are reborn too?

He always felt that it was nothing for him to speak directly.

But the competitive spirit in my heart was playing tricks on me again.

The man in front of him didn't even know about the Xuantian Sword Sect, and it was obvious that he didn't take the Xuantian Sword Sect seriously.

If I tell him that I am the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, will he take me seriously?

Although Jiang Yu overlooked one thing, the man in front of him never took him seriously, so he didn't care about whether he was the sect leader or not.

"Cough cough." Jiang Yu clenched his fist, put it to his lips, and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Since you want to hear it so much, I'll tell you," he took a deep breath and began to speak with emotion, "Speaking of the Xuantian Sword Sect..."

The man in the moon-white gown was still smiling and gently waving the folding fan in his hand.

But when he heard more than a dozen sentences, all of which were just praising how powerful the Xuantian Sword Sect was, and not a single sentence mentioned what he wanted to hear, the smile on his face froze.

The man in front of me seemed to be quite forthright, but why was he so long-winded? He kept saying the same things over and over again, but he never got to the point.

"Stop..." Yue Bai's man could no longer bear it and stretched out a hand to block him and Jiang Yu. "Just tell me directly, has this Xuantian Sword Sect ever produced any famous person?"

A breath was stuck in Jiang Yu's chest, his face turned slightly red, and he tried to stammer a few times, but in the end, no sound came out.

"Is there any?"

The white-skinned man was clearly running out of patience, and his follow-up question shattered Jiang Yu's already limited pride.

"No." Jiang Yu heard his own voice trembling, and it was very weak, like a cicada chirping in autumn, "No."

"Oh——" The white-skinned man's voice dragged out the last line, and then rose slightly, with a hint of sarcasm for no reason.

Then he started to scold me, "Why did you lay out so much groundwork? You are just a useless sect, and you have the nerve to repeat the same trivial things over and over again, wasting my time."

"You know, time is very precious," the moon-white man paused, as if muttering to himself, but his voice was not small, "Yes, I don't need time now."

Jiang Yu frowned and blinked twice in confusion. This man was talking to himself. On one hand, he said that time was precious, and on the other hand, he said that he didn't need time.

What a weird person.

"Hey," the white-skinned man looked at Jiang Yu again, "I've been talking for so long, but you still haven't told me who you are."

The hairs on his body stood up and Jiang Yu shivered violently.

The problem that I have been avoiding for so long finally needs to be faced.

"I," Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, his brain working frantically. His lying skills were actually very good, but for some reason, facing this person, he dared not tell even a single lie, so he could only tell part of the truth, "I am the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect."

"Oh," the man responded, sounding uninterested.

Jiang Yu thought he had fooled him and just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard that voice again.

"Besides this status as the sect leader, do you have anything else?"

Jiang Yu was sweating profusely, and he felt that most of his inner clothes were soaked.

There are indeed other identities left, but can they be explained?

"If you have it, say it. If you don't want to say it, you have to say it."

The man seemed to see through his thoughts and said coldly.

He thought that he couldn't keep a secret in front of this person, and his intuition told him that this person would not only not harm him, but would be of great help to him.

"I, the Queen, am still the current Second Prince of Dayuan."

The white-skinned man seemed to be interested. He propped his chin up with his fingertips and said with a natural sarcasm: "Is he the one whose mother died at birth and who was predicted by the master to be unlucky?"

A wave of grief and anger hit Jiang Yu. He clenched his fists tightly and did not answer.

It was the abbot of Anguo Temple who made the assertion that he was unlucky.

This old bald donkey, who had always been sitting in Anguo Temple, ran to the palace on the day of his birth and told the emperor in a sly manner that he was an unlucky person and that if the throne was passed to him, there would be a great possibility of the country being destroyed.

It was precisely because of this assertion that Jiang Yu had never won the emperor's favor since he was a child.

No matter what happened in the palace, he was the first to bear the brunt.

If he really made a mistake, the emperor would sentence him severely.

Even if the fault was not his, as long as someone else said something and shifted the blame to him, the emperor would turn a blind eye and treat him as the culprit.

Over the years, he thought he had gotten used to it.

I've had enough.

He used all his tricks and finally managed to seize the position of the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and he used all his efforts to convince the Queen to join forces with him.

The Queen's request was simple.

It’s just about getting rid of Xie Yongwei.

Even though Jiang Yu didn't know why, he still did as he was told.

But for some reason, Xie Yongwei was so difficult to deal with. No matter how many times I tried, I failed.

"Don't worry," the white-haired man seemed to know what he was thinking and comforted him. "I don't mean to look down on you. I just want to confirm whether you are the second prince in the rumors."

"Yes." Jiang Yu replied woodenly. He had already given up.

Who cares? What the person in front of him thinks has nothing to do with him.

Even if the man in front of him wanted to tell the emperor that he was the prince of Dayuan but had violated the emperor's orders and got involved in the martial arts world, the emperor would most likely believe it.

Jiang Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and gave a sinister smile.

But even if he believed, what could he do?

Should we make the third prince, the son of the guilty concubine, the crown prince, or make that bastard seventh prince the future emperor?

Although the third prince is extremely talented, he has an unreliable mother.

The seventh prince's mother is quite capable.

But unfortunately, he has half Beili blood in his body.

Unless there is no other successor, people in the court will never agree to appoint a prince with foreign blood as the crown prince.

He had the support of the Queen and the Zhang family behind her, and he was also the oldest prince.

As long as the queen does not abandon him to find her next target, it is a foregone conclusion that he will become the next emperor of Dayuan.

What's more, Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth widened wider, and finally he couldn't help laughing softly.

His "dear" father had been poisoned long ago, and it was still unknown how long he could last.

Even if he knew that he was knowingly violating the ban, what could he do to himself?

"Boy, I think your fate is quite interesting."

A voice entered Jiang Yu's ears, and Jiang Yu raised his head sensitively.

Is this person in front of me going to do the same as the abbot of Anguo Temple, asserting that he is born with an unlucky character and will end up with nothing and die miserably?

Jiang Yu shook his head in self-mockery. He had heard this kind of rhetoric too many times and didn't want to hear it again from a stranger.

"I know what you are going to say," he said in a gloomy tone, with a hint of loneliness, "It's nothing more than saying that I have a bad fate and am not suitable to be emperor, otherwise it will ruin the fate of the entire Dayuan country."

While speaking, Jiang Yu felt a pain in his heart.

After all, I am unwilling to do so.

"What you said is half right and half wrong."