Tragic life of the Prince

Recalling the memories of the past few months of his lascivious life, Ralf thanked the God who made him transmigrate into this heavenly world.

Then, looking at the muscular figure of Lyia, a hidden glint flashed across his eyes, mixed with lust.

He always wanted to bed this beautiful and fierce combat maid that the royal palace had appointed for him as a caretaker and bodyguard.

But there was an issue.

This maid had resolved in her mind that she would only deflower herself with the man who was stronger than her.

And Ralf knew he didn't stand any chance, after all, the lazy young prince hadn't even started cultivating!

Apparently, the emperor of the Kingdom of Marer was strong enough to defeat any internal forces that rose to rebellion by himself.

So, this prince, whose body he had taken over, didn't even try to cultivate the first realm.

This world consisted of a strange energy called the "World Qi".

The warriors would accumulate this energy called Qi from the atmosphere into their bodies and thus use that Qi as fuel to perform supernatural phenomena and even strengthen their bodies.

Ralf, after transmigrating, had decided to start cultivating, but he was not even competent to break through into the first realm in a few months.

'Let's not talk about my failures and see what happened to that old man'

He looked at Lyia, and a fake expression of worry appeared on his face.

Moving ahead, he suddenly grabbed her big, chiseled shoulders with a firm grip and asked, "Oh Lord, where is Father? Lead me to him."

Usually, as a proud maid, Lyia would not have allowed any man, even the prince, to touch her body.

But she thought the prince was saddened by the news and decided to overlook this incident.

She nodded her head and slipped out of Ralf's grasp in an instant, then turned around and strode towards the gate with large steps. "Come"

"Sure," Ralf said as he moved behind Lyia while staring at her perky butt that swayed with every step.

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In the center of the Royal Palace was the room of the Emperor of Marer.

Lyia and Ralf soon reached a large hall, and the air seemed to thicken around them.

The towering walls were adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and battles of the Emperor, illuminated by the flickering flames of hundreds of torches mounted in bronze sconces.

The ceiling soared high above them, lost in the shadows, and the room was filled with the scent of incense and polished wood.

The massive white curtains, which seemed to stretch for hundreds of meters in every direction, were made of the finest silk, with intricate embroidery.

'How would it feel to stay here?" Ralf mused in amazement, gazing at the majestic residence of the Emperor.

Lyia soon reached the end of the huge curtains, where a small partition could be seen.

Two maids were standing in front of the partition.

Two of them kneeled at the sight of the prince, who then gave way to both of them.

Lyia nodded at the maids and then said, "Is your highness inside?"

"Yes," the first maid confirmed.

"The royal medic and the queen are also with the Emperor," the second maid added, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Lyia looked back at Ralf to follow her and then walked inside the curtains.

Ralf also walked forward and was about to enter the curtains when his steps came to a sudden halt.

Turning around, his gaze landed on the maid, who was staring at the floor all the time.

As if sensing the gaze on her, her smooth, white skin was instantly tinged with a bright red color.

"Haah" Ralf let out a strange noise.

The maid's blush increased immediately, now covering her whole neck.

Sensing her reaction, Ralf chuckled in his mind and extended his hands towards the maid, but before they could make contact,

"Aaaah"

The maid let out a loud squeak that resonated throughout the silent hall.

"Fuck"

Cursing slightly, Ralf ignored the maid and immediately ran inside the curtains.

Being perceived as a lazy and trashy prince, Ralf couldn't bed any of the noble ladies in the royal palace, so he had to relieve himself with the help of these maids.

Ralf had noticed this maid from afar; she was by far the best one, and he wanted to tease her a bit.

But who would have thought that she would let out a loud shout because she was embarrassed!

'I will take care of this lass soon!'

Ralf soon passed through the curtains and entered the large hall.

The hall contained a lot of things, from the huge armor stands to the small tavern at the right corner.

Looking around, his gaze soon went towards the center of the hall, where a huge bed was placed.

The bed was about the size of the whole apartment that was available on earth!

But on the huge bed, only a single man could be seen lying down with his eyes closed. The man had a huge, muscular physique, but deep wrinkles and battle scars covered his whole body.

He had short hair and a white beard that extended up to his chest.

Right now, the man's face was pale and devoid of any ferocity and pride that Ralf had seen earlier.

This was the Emperor of the Kingdom of Marer.

King Aldric Crest

Defeating this kingdom after years of tough war, Aldric became the Emperor of Marer and ruled it for almost a century.

He was Ralf's biological father, and from what he had heard, his age was about 200!

'Well, this antique piece had to stop working at some point!'

Ralf thought while looking at Aldric and then turned to look at a middle-aged man who was standing near the bed.

"Elder, what happened to Father, Will he be alright?"

The royal medic raised his hands at being addressed and said with a sigh, "Young Prince, this old man tried everything but couldn't understand what happened to the Emperor."

"It's just that his vitality has been decreasing at an alarming rate!"

'Yes!'

A decrease in vitality meant he would soon die!

"Then what should we do?" Ralf asked, perfecting the expression of a saddened prince.

The royal medic thought for a while and then suggested, "Young Prince, I would say we should call upon the famous doctor, Man Shi, from the nearby kingdom."

Ralf recalled the story he had heard about this man: he was an old pervert who would court women wherever he went, but was an excellent doctor and was able to cure any disease.

'No, if this doctor arrives, then this old man would be saved'

Ralf's mind raced as he thought of an excuse but couldn't think of any.

"But, would he come here, to our small kingdom?"

"Of course, young prince, if we give him enough money or whatever he needs, he will come for sure."

"Cough! Cough!"

Suddenly, Aldric, who was lying on the bed, coughed out loud, which startled the old man.

Turning around, he immediately ran out while shouting in a loud voice, "Don't worry, I am going to contact him; he should arrive within a few days."

"No, wait.."

Ralf extended his hand, wanting to stop the man, but it was too late.

"Ralf"

Suddenly, a sweet voice resounded from behind.

Ralf turned around to look at the source, but before he could react, his face was immediately enveloped by the soft bosom of a lady.

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