Upon hearing this, Xuexue smiled at the Weirdo and said: "The Prince is right, let’s not stand at the gate, let’s go inside and talk slowly."

Long Rui’s voice dragged long: "Darling."

Xuexue knew he was jealous, grabbed his arm, and said with a radiant smile at him: "Prince, let’s go!"

Only then did Long Rui’s brows relax, and he walked into the mansion alongside Xuexue with a smile on his lips.

The Weirdo was not at all polite, bouncing ahead of them and reaching the main hall before them, leaving the steward beside them dumbfounded. To be honest, after traveling with the Prince and encountering all sorts of strange events, it was his first time seeing such a Weirdo.

The steward followed behind Long Rui and asked in a low voice: "Prince, how should we handle this Weirdo?"

Long Rui glared at him and said: "He is our distinguished guest, what do you mean by ’handle’?"

Immediately, the steward lowered his head and replied: "I know what to do now."

Main Hall.

After the steward ordered the maid to serve hot tea and snacks, he stood aside waiting.

In order to facilitate the Weirdo to sit on the chair, Xuexue specifically asked for a Taishi Chair to be brought over. As soon as the servant boy put down the chair, the Weirdo unceremoniously bounced up from the ground and sat steadily into it.

Looking at the teacup on the table, Xuexue’s eyes swirled, thinking about how to invite the Weirdo to drink tea without appearing abrupt, fearing to hurt his self-esteem as he had no hands.

"Sir, have some tea...?" she said very cautiously.

Who would have thought that as soon as Xuexue spoke, the teacup on the table disappeared, and after a moment of clarity, the teacup was securely held in the Weirdo’s mouth, and in a blink of an eye, it was back on the table, while the Weirdo remained steadily seated as if he had never moved.

"Amazing Kung Fu!"

Long Rui and Xuexue couldn’t help but applaud; for someone without hands and feet to practice Kung Fu to such an extraordinary level was indeed miraculous.

The Weirdo smiled proudly: "For the Master, these are just survival skills, not worth mentioning."

Indeed, for a person without hands and feet to live in the Deep Mountains and Ancient Forests for so many years, if he couldn’t even drink a cup of tea, how could he survive so long? He would have been eaten by wolves and tigers long ago.

Actually, Long Rui was also quite curious about the Weirdo’s background, and asked: "I heard you mentioned some connection to the Imperial Palace?"

At the mention of the Imperial Palace, the Weirdo’s expression changed immediately, a hatred rising on his face: "Bah! What connection? More like a cursed fate! The Master wishes he had never been born into the Royal Family, so he wouldn’t be in this predicament today. Had he been born in an ordinary family, he would be now surrounded by children and grandchildren, living a happy and simple life. But look at what the Master has become—neither human nor ghost."

Speaking to this point, the Weirdo took a breath and sincerely said to Long Rui and Xuexue: "Prince, girl, let me tell you, that miracle medicine, you must keep it for the Master. The Master’s chance for rebirth in this life depends on it."

Long Rui and Xuexue were puzzled, and they asked simultaneously: "Sir, who exactly are you? What happened? Who chopped off your hands and feet?"

The Weirdo’s face suddenly became ferocious again, and he said hatefully: "It’s all thanks to Zhang Xiutuo and his mother that I’ve become what I am today."

As it turns out, the Weirdo’s name was Zhang Yichen, the Eldest Prince of the Former Dynasty. Being the legitimate firstborn made him a thorn and an eyesore to the other Princes and concubines during the struggle for the throne, and everyone aimed their attacks at him.

The current Empress Dowager, who was then the foremost among the four concubines, Consort De, once under the guise of the Emperor’s command, lured him into the Imperial Palace and, while he was unsuspecting, drugged the tea.

He awoke to excruciating pain, only to find that his hands and feet were gone, and his body had been cruelly stuffed into a jar.