He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

[This cycle of reincarnation is a minor world; teleportation begins.]

The familiar feeling of weightlessness arrived as expected.

Consciousness was gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly pulled downwards—it was a strange illusion, like a water pump drawing the soul from the body, clear and sharp.

Yun Yi lost consciousness again.

Like being pulled from deep water to the surface, the first thing that surged through his consciousness as he broke free from chaos was temperature—warm liquid soaked his entire body, and a soft, moist sensation enveloped him from all sides.

Then he heard a sound.

"It's born! It's born! It's a little prince!"

A surprised female voice broke through the air.

Then, he was carefully lifted from that warm, watery environment and wrapped in a soft, warm swaddling cloth.

He struggled to open his eyes, and through his blurry vision, he could vaguely see several faces approaching, their faces filled with joy—some with reddened eyes, others already turning and running outside, shouting, "Your Majesty! It's a little prince! Please look!"

Yun Yi blinked.

He was already used to each reincarnation starting as an infant.

He was carried to a bed.

Lying on the bed was a woman with a pale face, weak breath, but a gentle smile.

She reached out and gently touched his cheek.

"My child..."

Yun Yi looked at that face and memorized her appearance.

He was then carried out of the delivery room, walked down a long corridor, through door after door, and finally placed on a soft little bed.

The bed was huge, several times larger than his baby's body; the swaddling clothes were so tight that he couldn't move, and could only roll his eyes to look around.

The room was large and exquisitely decorated—with carved window frames, an elegant screen, and a gilded incense burner.

It has the grandeur of a royal palace; it seems that in this life, he will most likely be another prince.

Judging from the specifications of this room, the person must be of a high status.

But he soon discovered something: from the time he was born until now, no one had ever appeared who resembled an "emperor".

The palace maids and eunuchs who came and went all spoke in hushed tones. Occasionally, someone would whisper among themselves, but the conversation always revolved around "Your Majesty" and "the little prince." No one mentioned "Your Majesty."

Yun Yi lay quietly on the small bed, listening to the subtle sounds, slowly piecing together the background of this life.

This is the Southern Region of the five continents of the Tianwu Continent, a country called the Yunming Empire.

His father was the emperor of the Yunming Empire, and he had many children—so many that he was already the 101st prince.

Above him were a hundred older brothers and an equal number of older sisters.

His mother was one of the emperor's concubines, with the title "Roufei". She was of low birth and not particularly favored, but she was not neglected either.

In the emperor's eyes, he, the 101st prince, was probably just a number, someone who didn't need his personal attention.

The palace servants didn't serve her particularly well, but there was nothing seriously wrong with them either.

Consort Rou had a low profile, but she wasn't so much bullied as to be easily mistreated.

The mother and son lived quietly in a courtyard in the inner palace that wasn't too remote, like a stream flowing around carved windows, without a sound.