I was a prince in the Middle East

Chapter 5: Who can understand the pain of one's family of origin?!
A ritual to dispel the allure of beauty?

Walid felt like he was about to split open!
do you need?

Don't need it?

Is it really necessary?

Do we really not need it?

A fierce storm of criticism is brewing deep within Huang Mao's soul:

But despite the criticism, Walid's mind was like it had been infected with a virus, uncontrollably loading images frantically:
Blonde, blue-eyed, and fiery European and American supermodels?

A beautiful East Asian woman with snow-white skin and a gentle, charming demeanor?

A vibrant Latina with a wheatish complexion?

Still those exotic black bean curds... cough cough!
Or perhaps she's a female teacher from Japan?

So... why go against human nature and demystify beauty?
Oh...right!
We need to thoroughly demystify it!

No child cries every day! No gambler loses every time!
In this lifetime, it's finally my turn to eat well!
"Gudong!"

A loud swallowing sound rang out clearly in the quiet carriage.

It was so clear that it startled even himself.

He suddenly realized...

That old fox Muhammad is giving me a sidelong glance!
That swallowing sound just now practically screamed "newbie" on his forehead.

We need to salvage our image quickly!
Can……

Walid's cheeks began to burn uncontrollably, and his gaze became somewhat unfocused.

This body's instincts are too ferocious!

The blond-haired man wailed deep within his soul.

In my past life, I could remain calm and composed even when facing a goddess on a hard drive, but now, just imagining exotic scenery makes me feel like a camel in heat!

Sure enough, the hormones that had been dormant for seven years were like an oil geyser gushing out...

and many more!

Hey!
Walid did it, what does it have to do with me, blondie!

Muhammad: "..."

He really wanted to say, "Look at you, acting like you've never seen a woman before!"
No prospects!
Walid was also quite helpless.

He also wanted to handle things calmly and with ease!
But after all...

His soul comes from Huang Mao, a college student from China, who has been a great mage for twenty-two years!

Before he transmigrated, he had just secured his admission to graduate school and was thinking about finding a female student to have a romantic relationship with during the tail end of his senior year.

But this body, already an adult, had been lying down for over seven years. After waking up and exercising for three months, how could it resist when Muhammad talked about the ritual?
Walid sometimes thinks that his tadpoles are no longer a question of whether they have legs or not; they've probably already grown into a bunch of bullfrogs.

However... faced with the wonderful life that was about to begin, he inexplicably became a little worried.

How?

Will we end up scrambling and crawling around in a panic?
After a long pause, Walid seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly turned his head, looking at Muhammad with an unusually serious expression.

He didn't want to cry, nor did he want to choke up.

Walid lowered his voice and asked a question that nearly made the future crown prince vomit blood on the spot:
"Brother...that..."

Walid's Adam's apple bobbed again, his voice barely audible, "The teacher who 'taught' me..."

Are they... all exceptionally experienced?

Muhammad was taken aback, not understanding why the kid was suddenly asking this, and nodded subconsciously.
"Of course, they are all handpicked, the ones who know best how to serve and guide..."

teacher?

The term is a bit novel, but it's quite fitting.

It seems this cousin wasn't so well-behaved when he was young; he must have read a lot of Japanese comics!
However, before he could finish speaking, Walid's face instantly contorted into a bitter expression.

Muhammad was a bit bewildered and was speechless for a moment.

A few seconds later, Walid, with a sense of tragic grandeur as if going to his execution and an unspeakable shame, almost gritted his teeth as he asked the question that revealed his core fear:

"Then...then what if...what if...I don't perform well the first time...especially quickly..."

Won't they...won't they go around spreading rumors?!

This...this is a disgrace to the royal family!"

In his previous life at university, he had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run.

Especially those beasts in the dormitory.

They said that the boys' performance on their first time was usually... not ideal.

And I'm going to be the world's richest person in the future!
What if the instructor spreads this around?

Where will I put my face then?!
Don't let your name become a unit of time in the future.

Muhammad: "..."

He was stunned for a full three seconds before his brain could process this earth-shattering question.

immediately--

"Pfft... Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of uncontrollable, maniacal laughter, as if it would lift the roof off the car, suddenly erupted from Muhammad's throat!

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling in his eyes. He pounded the leather seat, pointed at Walid, whose face was flushed red with embarrassment and anger, and it took him a while to catch his breath.

"Oh my God!"

Walid! What... what's going on in your head?!
Hahaha! Afraid of disgracing the royal family? You… hahaha… you're quite the character!

However, Muhammad thought about it again and realized that this was a good thing!

What a great thing!
After all, nobody wants their future partner to be gay.

If things go well, he won't want anything, he won't ask for anything, he'll just look at me with deep affection and say, "Brother, all I want is you!"

This is so scary!

After Muhammad shuddered violently, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled back into his stomach.

After confirming that the major financial backer was of normal orientation, the future crown prince revealed a knowing yet mischievous smile.

It seems I misunderstood.

He finally understood!
He's a total newbie!

It's like a virgin rooster that's starving, scared, and even full of wonderful fantasies about its first time.

Muhammad had no desire to say anything about it.

Anyway, his first time wasn't so pleasant.

He even felt that he had embarrassed Arab men, who were known for their exceptional abilities.

Every second feels like a year, and the past is too painful to recall.

However, at this moment, Muhammad felt that the little distance he had moved earlier had suddenly become meaningless.

My body, very naturally and with a sense of relaxation, quietly slid back to its original position, even a little closer.

With an air of "I understand you" from someone who's been there, Muhammad reached out and patted Walid firmly on the shoulder.

"Relax, Walid."

Believe me, it will be... a truly wonderful experience.

Don't worry about anything. Our family is known for its strong abilities in that area.

You have plenty of time to adapt, and I'm sure you'll get through the first time...

"Hmm... half an hour should be no problem at all."

Walid felt that his smile had a rather profound meaning.

but……

That makes some sense.

Arab men are known for their prowess in this area, especially the ancestors of this body...

That's a ruthless person who established a kingdom by sleeping with dozens of tribal princesses!

Muhammad almost burst out laughing when he saw the look of deep understanding mixed with longing in the man's eyes.

Mohammed suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer: "You may not know this, but there is actually a secret file within the royal family..."

Seeing Walid's ears perk up instantly, he said in a mean, drawn-out tone, "It records the first time an ancestor lasted all night."

Walid's amber pupils trembled instantly.

First time?! All night?!

Is this something carbon-based life forms can achieve?!
"But then we discovered..."

Muhammad admired the way the other man held his breath, saying, "That ancestor suffered from an inability to shoot."

"..." Walid's clenched fists trembled beneath his robe.

I knew Middle Eastern royal families weren't exactly respectable, but I never imagined they could be this utterly disrespectful! What kind of inhuman disease is this?

You really want to!

Oh... never mind, then what's the fun in that?

Muhammad burst into laughter.

This newbie? Half an hour?

If Walid exceeds 60 seconds for the first time, he loses!
It's a pity that this kind of ceremony can't be seen, otherwise there would definitely be a betting pool.

Walid's longing for the "exorcism ritual" had not yet faded when his eyes suddenly narrowed.

He turned his head abruptly as if scalded by the desert heat, his amber eyes reflecting Muhammad's unfathomable face, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced out a trembling voice:
"Wait! Brother! You just said... Turki... he doesn't like women?!"

He seemed startled by this earth-shattering discovery, his fingers unconsciously digging into the leather seat.
"What...what does this mean?! Could it be that he..."

The unfinished words echoed deafeningly in the carriage.

But his heart was churning with even more turmoil!

Holy crap! The case's solved!

Having read countless reports about MBS's imprisoned mothers rising to power in his previous life, what he found most unbelievable was that they had actually spared Turki, the legitimate heir!

He was still lamenting at the time that this was absolutely a case of "if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze."

After all, according to China's five thousand years of history, Muhammad's ascension to the throne was neither the principle of succession from brother to brother in the Saudi royal family, nor the law of succession by the youngest son of the legitimate wife in the Saudi Bedouin tribe, but more like a modern interpretation of the "Xuanwu Gate Succession Law".

After all, the thousands of bullet holes in the bodies of those dozens of princes spoke volumes.

But he spared his biggest rival, his younger brother Turki, and later even used Turki to guard military power!
This is simply unacceptable. Aren't you afraid that Turki will stage a coup?
It's all connected now!

In this desert where sacred teachings are harder than the constitution, a prince can sleep with every woman in the world, but dares not touch a single man...

The stone of the judiciary hangs over our heads!

Turki's hidden "crime" had long ago nailed him to the pillar of shame in the succession!

Muhammad wasn't showing any brotherly affection.
They're clearly using nuclear weapons as a shield—

An opponent who has been deposed by God himself is safer than a watchdog!
and so……

Why would this cousin tell me?
Slipped the tongue?
Ha ha!

Muhammad's smile deepened, as if he had been waiting for this question.

He slowly adjusted the gold thread embroidery on the cuffs of his white robe, his gaze fixed on the sand dunes rushing past the car window, his tone as soft as if discussing the weather:
"literal meaning."

These four words together were like an ice bullet piercing Walid's heart!

What the hell!

Taking sides?!
still is……

Walid's head was buzzing.

Literal meaning?!

Such a direct approach?!
Muhammad, you old bastard!

He appears calm and collected on the surface, but his eyes are like those of a scorpion in the desert, giving me the creeps!

Now that I've been reborn, I know better than anyone who you are, Mohammed bin Salman!
A future iron-fisted crown prince who will control life and death, imprison his mother, kill his uncle, and slaughter a prince with hundreds of billions in assets like a pig!

A Saudi version of the "Hongwu Emperor"!
You want to establish a centralized government, completely smash the tribal alliance that has been dividing up the spoils since the founding of the country, and establish a central kingdom that only listens to your Salman lineage!

From the perspective of Saudi Arabia as a nation, this action is flawless. Even I, a former student of national economics, have to give you a thumbs up!

but!
This centralized, dragon-slaying sword, when it cuts down on all factions, it won't show any mercy just because the Talal faction offered you a towel or water beforehand!
He's being so polite to Lao Tzu now, even to the point of "mentoring the younger generation." What's his motive?
Isn't he just after the incredibly wealthy Talal Group behind Lao Tzu?

Do you really think he was attracted to Lao Tzu's melancholic "Sleeping Prince" persona?

Bullshit!

In his eyes, his father is now a "high-quality ATM" who has just woken up, is a little clever, and has so much money at home that he can't even keep his hands dry!
At best, he's a "sugar daddy's little brother" worth cultivating, or a fat sheep that needs to be "gently dealt with" in the future!

ally?

Ah!
His true inner circle in the future will only consist of his loyal confidants who have shared hardships, fought alongside him, and whose hands are stained with the blood of their uncles and brothers!
Lao Tzu, a "rich and idle king" who wins by relying on his parents' inheritance, is at most a target for united front work!

If they call you "Walid brother" with a smile now, and then leave you a pair of underwear when things come to a head, that's all out of old friendship!

If I want to live, and if I want to prevent the Talal faction from being slaughtered like pigs, I must transform from a "fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered" into Muhammad's "indispensable one of his own"!
You have to squeeze into his core circle of "central elites"!
He became a welded-on steel plate on his power map!
Make him feel like if he dismantles his father, he himself will also be missing an arm or a leg!
but!

opportunity!

The timing isn't right yet!
Should we rush forward now to pledge our loyalty?

That's called feeding the enemy!
What do I have right now?

We have nothing but money!

If you rush up to them now and shout, "Brother, I'll follow you in the revolution," they'll just think you're a naive fool trying to curry favor, and they'll casually put you on their "watch list," while also getting a clearer picture of your family's wealth!

We'll have to wait!

You need to show Muhammad that you share the same values, and that you have wisdom in addition to money!
Yes, strategy!
Huang Mao doesn't overestimate himself, but he also doesn't underestimate himself.

If he were to be reborn in ancient China, he would feel that being a wealthy man would be the best choice.

Don't think that just because you're a reborn modern person, you can go back and boss around historical figures from ancient times.

He might not even be as good as Jiang Gan!
Don't be fooled by fictional accounts; the real Jiang Gan was by no means an incompetent man, but rather a highly capable and elegant gentleman.

He might even be chopped down by Xing Daorong with an axe.

But this is not China!

The Mongol cavalry conquered their way from Asia to Europe with just one simple tactic: feigned defeat.

Walid wasn't confident in himself, but rather in the Chinese politics and history lessons that Huang Mao had been learning since elementary school.

The history of Europe and America always repeats itself, while the history of China is a spiral upward.

Hold on... Walid, stay calm!
Right now, I'm just an innocent young man, my heart itching with excitement at the "disenchantment ritual" and my jaw dropping at the "Turki secrets"!

Speeding! Watching girls! Talking trash!
This is the script I'm writing today!
As for boarding your pirate ship, Muhammad?
No hurries!
Emperor Zhaolie of Han had to visit Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage three times to invite him to come out of seclusion!
Although Lao Tzu was not a man of extraordinary talent...

But what if we packaged together the Talal Group's billions in wealth and five thousand years of strategic planning and presented it to them?

This price, surely it can't even buy you, Muhammad, a simple "Teach me, sir"?!

He took a deep breath, suddenly straightened his back, and pressed his right hand heavily against his chest.

The boy's face held an almost tragic solemnity, each word striking the air like an oath sworn in a mosque:
"Brother! I understand!"

He looked directly into Muhammad's unfathomable black eyes.

“I swear in the name of Allah! What I heard today about my brother Turki… this secret…”

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. "I'll take it to my grave! I won't even tell Luna!"

The playful smile on Muhammad's lips froze instantly.

Miscalculated...

You idiot! Who asked you to take me to the grave!

Damn it! This script has completely gone off track!

At this moment, Mohammed is hardly the future iron-fisted crown prince he is today.
His father, Salman, was able to become crown prince purely by divine intervention; his older brothers in line all passed away one after another, like a pie falling right on their heads!

Even so, the spot is still burning hot!

If the old man wants to stay in power, he can forget about it without the support of his mother's family, that pack of wolves and tigers!

So, before the old man could even warm his throne, the future throne was definitely going to his younger brother, Turki!
Seize power? Dream on!

He didn't even dare to think about it!
As for deliberately revealing Turki's background earlier?

As Muhammad stared at Walid's innocent (naive) face, a dark, scheming thought began to surface in his mind:
I'm not happy about this!
Why? !

It was I who awakened you, you sleeping prince!

Mohammed bin Salman!

It's not Turki!
But what about you, kid?
He caused a huge commotion with that bastard Turki, fighting leopards and lions, but he was much more affectionate with me, his legitimate savior!
That "Brother Turki" you just called out was so sweet!

Now you're putting on this loyal dog act of "Don't worry, bro, I'm super tight-lipped"?
It's blinding!

It's too bright!

The probing blade clashed with the naive shield...

Muhammad suddenly felt like a resentful woman vying for favor in the deep palace, sourly revealing her brother's private affairs just to gain a little attention.
His gaze swept over the flashing "Draiye Tramway Plan" on the tablet screen, and the municipal junk that required him to stay up all night to approve suddenly turned into an invisible whip lashing his face.

Wake up, Muhammad!

You should have realized long ago that even if you rank in the top five in the whole grade or grade a hundred documents, it's not as good as the slight smile that appeared on your mother's lips when Turki was teasing his lousy cheetah!
Seven-year-old Muhammad pointed to his perfect math test, only to receive a perfunctory "hmm" in response.

When Turki came running in, holding up the torn corner of her robe, ripped by the cheetah, her exclamation echoed throughout the palace: "My little warrior!"

The cheetah tore more than just the hem of the robe.

Every time Turki uttered "Mother, look!" it felt like his heart was being torn apart.

Love in the deep palace is rarer than water in the desert, yet some people are born to lie on the spring and roll around in it!
Ha ha!

Who can understand the pain of being from a dysfunctional family?!
……

(End of this chapter)