Chapter Two, The dragon swims in shallow waters and is teased by shrimp, the fallen prince finds himself in a difficult situation

You are sixteen years old this year

Qin Lei, feeling helpless, could only continue: "Please help me organize my thoughts and see if I can remember."

Qin Lei raised his right arm, glanced at the delicate and slender little hand, and then thought about his own large, fan-like bear paw. The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a hint of a bitter smile, as he softly murmured, "This kind of woman can't compare, can she..."

What does 'hostage' mean? As in a hostage? How old am I now?

Qin Lei walked slowly, and the giant following behind him was not impatient either. The two friends from last night silently circled around in the small backyard.

Qin Lei smiled apologetically at Tie Ying, reached out to pat his shoulder, and said awkwardly: "Brother Tie, please don't be angry. I truly hurt my head and don't even know my own name anymore. Please forgive me."

Qin Lei's mind raced, as it seemed that there had never been a year of Zhao Wu in the history of China. He then asked, "Which countries exist in today's world?" As for the nonsense about the noble status of a prince, he was not particularly concerned. From yesterday until now, he had not even had a servant; how noble could he possibly be? Perhaps he was even less esteemed than an average landlord.

"Oh," Iron Eagle frowned and said, "Your Highness, this Drunken Dream Arhat Fist is somewhat insidious; that old monk is surely not a good person. It would be best for you to use it sparingly. I can teach you the authentic Tiger Subduing Arhat Fist." He and the library in his mind began to replay the terrifying scenes from last night when Qin Lei struck at the vital points of the villains, feeling a chill in the spring air.

Despite having not slept all night, this man, as sturdy as a black iron tower, remains spirited and shows no signs of fatigue

The first to be unable to hold on was Qin Lei. He turned around, looked up at this figure who was taller than his original self, and asked seriously: "Are you seeking revenge for what happened last night?"

The two continued to stroll in the small courtyard. Qin Lei pondered for a moment and decided to clarify the situation before proceeding. As he walked, he rubbed his temples and muttered to himself: "For some reason, my head hurts terribly, and my mind is in a mess; it seems I can't remember anything."

Fortunately, he was born optimistic. As for his grandmother, if it came to the worst, he could always escape. After all, Little Radish Head managed to escape, he comforted himself. Of course, Qin Lei, who had not applied himself during his studies, was unaware that Little Radish Head had met his end.

Once one accepts this fact, issues such as having significantly reduced height and being in an environment reminiscent of ancient China become easier to accept

At a quarter past midnight last night, assassins surrounded the residence. Then a group of men in black arrived, blocking most of the assassins. Seven assassins broke into Your Highness's room, and upon seeing them, you fainted, but later regained consciousness

The dry and concise response was comprehensive and accurate, much like the operational documents that Qin Lei was familiar with, which is why he liked it: "What about the casualties on our side at https://www.hetushu.com.com?"

The man's forehead broke out in a sweat, and all feelings of concern vanished in an instant

Oh... Qin Lei nodded and then asked, "Who did it? Do we have any leads?"

The man observed Qin Lei's expression, which shifted from dark to bright, and finally broke into a silly laugh, causing him to feel a bit concerned for His Highness

Qin Lei opened his eyes, his expression peculiar

After clarifying that this is a serious issue concerning whether one is a virgin or not, Qin Lei's expression visibly relaxed a lot. With a sudden leap, he jumped up from the bed—yesterday he had not even taken off his shoes and had slept fully clothed.

Upon realizing this, he suddenly became tense and quickly used his small hand, which was generally considered inferior to that of women, to probe beneath his waist. After feeling the presence there, he let out a long sigh of relief and said with a hint of fear, "Fortunately, it's not a woman... I'm still a virgin." His face flushed slightly, and he felt somewhat embarrassed

Qin Lei felt secretly pleased, rolled his eyes, and put on a look of great distress, nodding as he said: "Since I woke up yesterday, I haven't remembered anything."

Then let's start with who I am, where I am, and the current dynasty... Don't look at me like that; of course I know who I am. I just can't recall some important matters. Asking you to talk about these is to help jog my memory about those significant events! Qin Lei felt somewhat awkward under the scrutiny.

He still maintained the posture he had while lying down, yet his heart could not find peace; he had already realized last night that he was not himself

If others were to learn of such a matter, they would either offer their condolences or hastily arrange for a doctor. However, it was evident that the man before me, the black iron tower, was no ordinary person. He merely paused for a moment, then let out a low "oh" and recounted the events of the previous night in his deep voice

The man fell silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the feasibility of the proposal. He did not keep Qin Lei and the others waiting for long before nodding and saying, "Yes." Only then did he begin to believe that His Highness had lost his memory, staring wide-eyed at Qin Lei.

"Brother Tie, what did you want to ask yesterday? You may ask now." As the two walked back to the entrance, Qin Lei stepped up a flight of stairs and turned around, speaking to Tie Ying with a bold and confident demeanor. This unrestrained expression on his delicate face was indeed peculiar.

The man shook his head and said with frustration, "I don't know. We are living here as guests, and our sources of information are too limited."

It is simply too absurd to comprehend, so he must spend an entire night convincing himself to accept this absurdity—he, a twenty-nine-year-old special forces instructor, has turned into a mere child of no more than fifteen or sixteen years old

Qin Lei remained silent for a long time, then raised his head, gave the man a brilliant smile, and politely asked: "One last question, what is your esteemed surname?"

A spring rain has gently touched the willow branches, dyed the grass green, and washed the cobblestone path beneath my feet anew. If it were not for the small red puddles by the roadside and the faint scent of blood in the air, it would truly be a delightful scene of fresh greenery after the rain

The Iron Eagle did not respond

The man was taken aback, clearly unable to recall any incident from the previous night that warranted his revenge

The Iron Eagle remained silent; this young master could not even remember who he was, so it is quite normal for him to forget the name of his subordinate.

This ... ... haha ... ... Qin Lei would never admit that he was using a women's self-defense technique. "Ah, the Sleeping Dream Arhat Fist, yes, yes, the Arhat Fist, an old monk taught me in my dreams when I was about to faint."

It is very heavy, two have died, and one is severely injured

The Iron Eagle was unconcerned by these matters; he clasped his hands and said, "What kind of skill did His Highness use after awakening last night with such great power? I have never seen anything like it before."

The rain had unknowingly ceased, and the sky began to brighten.

Qin Lei couldn't help but frown; could it be that even with a new body, he could not escape this bloodshed? With a light sigh, he continued to walk aimlessly onward

It is not ancient China, but rather a similar world. Qin Lei, whose nerves were frayed to the breaking point, silently thought and then blurted out, "Why am I not in the Qin state, but here?"

Your Highness, you have been pledged to the country for sixteen years

In today's world, the realm is divided into three parts, with our Great Qin, Eastern Qi, and Southern Chu standing in parallel

Qin Lei chuckled and changed the subject, asking: "Speaking of martial arts, Brother Tie, can you fly?"

A typical open-ended question can be somewhat challenging for a man who does not often speak. He remained silent for a while before responding, "Do you not remember?"

Qin Lei realized he had overthought things and felt a bit embarrassed. He rubbed his jaw and chuckled awkwardly, then changed the subject, asking: "What exactly happened yesterday?"

Outside the door, a heavy breathing could be faintly heard. Qin Lei knew that the gentleman had not left after going out last night, but had instead kept watch outside the entire night. He coughed softly, instinctively adjusted his clothing, straightened his appearance, and pushed open the door, only to see the man in front of him looking back at him.

I am called Tie Ying, with "Tie" meaning iron and "Ying" meaning eagle. I am your chief guard commander

Uh... Qin Lei silently recalled that when he was a child, he read "Red Rock" and always thought that the little radish head, who was captured at the age of one, must be the youngest prisoner in the world. Unexpectedly, this record has now been broken by himself today

The man then withdrew his gaze, which was tinged with a hint of pity. After a moment of thought, he cleared his throat and slowly said: "Your Highness, you are the fifth prince of the great Qin, the strongest nation in the world, and your status is noble. We are currently in the capital of Dongqi, Shangjing. It is now the sixteenth year of Zhao Wu"

After a brief silence, Qin Lei extended an invitation: "Let's take a walk together..." The man nodded and stepped aside to clear the path