The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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However, he didn't have time to think about how to change the world yet, because he had to find a way to resolve Feng Aotian's revenge.

Otherwise, if you kick your legs and close your eyes, everything will just be empty talk.

The current situation is very unfavorable to him, and Lin Beixuan believes it is better to continue to maintain the original owner's character.

So, as usual, he cooperated and let the fox woman help him wash up, put on formal attire, and style his hair before walking out to the restaurant.

At this moment, a lavish breakfast was already laid out on the large, long dining table.

“From this moment on, I am Leon Hoyle…”

Sitting comfortably in a sofa chair, holding silver cutlery in his hand, looking at the luxurious table, Lin Beixuan sighed softly, his heart filled with helplessness and bitterness.

He didn't know where he was going, but he was already on his way.

Chapter Two: The Girl

This type of Western-style castle uses a large number of columns and vaulted ceilings of various shapes to achieve a solid, heavy, balanced, stable, and powerful aesthetic effect.

The windows are generally small, which contrasts sharply with the vast interior space, making the castle dimly lit and extremely deep, giving it a mysterious and gloomy feel.

However, this resulted in the castle remaining dark inside even though it was sunny outside, requiring the wall lamps to burn continuously throughout the day.

Although the royal family wasn't short of money for fuel, Leon, who grew up in an ordinary family and had always been accustomed to turning off the lights when leaving a room, felt it was somewhat of a waste of resources.

According to his memory, Feng Aotian had not yet regained consciousness and was locked in the last room on the floor where his room was located by Prince Leon.

The luxurious Western-style breakfast at the palace was quite delicious, and what was even better was that there were beautiful maids serving you.

This was a dream he used to have from time to time when he was sleeping in an ordinary bungalow, but Leon didn't have much of a mood to savor it.

Because what he's more worried about now is his own life or death.

Leon wasn't sure if he could return to his original world if he died, but based on his understanding of time travel, it was generally impossible to go back in this situation.

If dying here means real death, wouldn't that be considered an untimely death?

So no matter what, you can't die. As long as you're alive, there's hope. Maybe you can still find a way back to the Great Foodie Kingdom.

After quickly finishing breakfast, Leon followed his memory to his laboratory where he researched potions. He retrieved the mental medicine that the original owner had prepared before going to sleep the previous night, and then headed to the room where Feng Aotian was imprisoned.

First, he needs to ascertain Feng Aotian's condition as soon as possible.

The dim light in the corridor fell on Leon's shoulder as he held a long-necked glass bottle in his hand.

The bottle contained a bubbling purple liquid, dreamlike and incredibly beautiful and alluring.

This liquid is the drug that controls Feng Aotian's mental state. Despite its flashy and easily recognizable appearance, it becomes colorless and odorless immediately when dropped into other liquids, and it cannot be detected by ordinary means, making it impossible to guard against.

Listening to the crisp sound of leather boots clattering on the dark gray marble floor, Leon's heart grew heavy.

Stopping in his tracks, Leon hesitated for a moment before looking at the door of the last room. Following his memory, he pulled out one of the many keys from his waist and, with a heavy heart, fumbled for the lock to open the door.

What comes into view is a very tidy room.

Leon's gaze skipped quickly past the wardrobe, the wooden table, and the sofa chairs, landing directly on the large bed covered with blue sheets.

The curtains in the room were not closed, and the sunlight that streamed in through the glass window lay lazily in front of the bed, with half of it playfully climbing onto the soft black hair of the girl on the bed.

In the original owner's memories, Helena was an absolutely stunning girl with long, straight black hair, something Leon had long been mentally prepared for.

However, when Leon actually saw Helena's stunningly beautiful face, he was still shocked, which almost made him drop the medicine bottle from his hand.

She truly lives up to her reputation as the Phoenix Queen; her looks are simply unbeatable.

The girl on the bed was dressed in a simple sea-blue court dress, which matched the blue bed perfectly. Her long, black, and beautiful hair was a little messy, and her soft body was bound by cold iron chains. She was curled up in a small ball in the corner of the bed.

At that moment, she heard Leon enter the room, so she gently raised her delicate face. Her beautiful rose-red eyes were devoid of any life or vitality, looking dull and lifeless, like a walking corpse.

Her current life can indeed be described as that of a walking corpse.

Since falling into the hands of that bastard Prince Leon, her life has changed from that of a free and lively girl to that of a caged bird confined to a small room and controlled by psychotropic drugs.

What a beautiful girl!

The original owner was a complete scumbag.

Do not,

First of all, the world is terrible.

While eating breakfast, Leon had already begun to think about how he could save himself.

His first thought was to strike first and kill Helena.

After all, Helena hadn't regained her senses yet and was completely defenseless in front of him; he could do whatever he wanted with her.

Therefore, killing her would be incredibly easy.

If I kill Helena, then I won't have to suffer revenge from her later.

However, while this approach might resolve the immediate crisis, it demonstrates a very narrow-minded perspective, focusing only on short-term gains.

He didn't have an old man or a system; the only thing he had to offer was that he had watched this anime and knew the plot inside and out.

The anime series mainly revolves around the protagonist, Helena. If you kill Helena, the subsequent plot development will completely deviate from the information you have.

In this way, Leon has essentially shut down the only thing he has that could be considered a cheat code.

How can we play the game after that?

Now that Helena's threat has been completely eliminated, don't the others want to be killed?

Therefore, after careful consideration...

Leon believed that not only could he not kill Helena, but he also had to protect her and ensure her survival.

But in that case, I would have to come up with a reasonable way to clear my name.

After all, those whom Feng Aotian hates, even if they don't die immediately, will definitely not have a good ending.

But what should I do?

Thinking about it carefully, it's actually not difficult to make sure that Feng Aotian can't kill him on the night the emperor goes to war.

The difficulty lies in how to dispel Feng Aotian's hatred for him and prevent her from ever thinking of killing him again.

hiss,

Why not try to make her like you?

Suddenly, an idea popped into Leon's mind.

Leon isn't bragging; he already earned the title of "Sea King" back in high school.

It all started on a dark and stormy night when three girls confessed their feelings to him on QQ at the same time. Being bad at saying no, he boldly accepted all three girls' advances.

The next day, the three girls happened to meet in the school cafeteria. He couldn't hide the truth anymore, and in the end, he got slapped by three pretty girls in front of everyone, and that's how he became famous.

The creaking of the bed and the clanging of the chains pulled Leon's thoughts back from his memories of another world.

Helena saw the liquid in the glass bottle in Leon's hand and crawled towards him with a longing look on her face.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing Helena had already climbed to the edge of the bed and was about to snatch the glass bottle from his hand, Leon immediately pressed her head down.

Because she was handcuffed and shackled, Helena couldn't struggle too much and simply collapsed face down on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right about this situation.

If at this moment, we were to add a candle and a small whip...

As Leon watched Helena's head being forcefully pressed down and sinking into the sheets, some inappropriate images suddenly flashed through his mind.

However, this only lasted for a moment, and Leon quickly returned to normal.

This is Feng Aotian, and Leon doesn't care about his long life.

Leon quickly opened the glass bottle and inserted a straw inside.

The original owner of this body was a bastard who forced it on her.

Leon isn't an idiot; he can't do that.

"Now, drink."

At that moment, Helena raised her head again.

Then she saw Leon smiling kindly as he placed the straw to his lips.

After a slight pause, Helena bit down on the straw.

She sipped her drink obediently, like a sweet little girl next door drinking soda, with a satisfied look on her face.

She quickly drank all the medicine in the bottle.

"Okay, that's all."

Leon gently patted Helena's shoulder and pulled the straw out of her mouth.

The flattened straw, its head bitten off, still had silver threads attached, connecting to Helena's cherry blossom-pink lips.

"So you like to bite straws too. I'll go get you breakfast."

Leon took out a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand, wiped Helena's face, smiled and bowed slightly before leaving without lingering.

Hearing the door close and Leon's footsteps fade into the distance, Helena's dull and lifeless gaze suddenly sharpened and deepened.

Chapter Three: Sobering Up

"Leon, the Fchester Empire..."

Helena clenched her fists tightly, her beautiful red rose-colored eyes filled with rage.

She had actually regained consciousness yesterday after Leon gave her the psychiatric medication.

When Leon came in just now, Helena's crazy and confused appearance was actually an act.

Due to the repeated torment of psychotropic drugs, Helena was fortunate enough to develop a magical "drug resistance." Leon's psychotropic drugs could no longer control her; for her, drinking that stuff was just like drinking a regular beverage.

Now that she has regained her senses, all she can think about is revenge.

Leon, that beast, I originally thought he was a kind-hearted prince with the people in his heart.

But what I didn't expect was that this guy was a hypocrite. He appeared to be gentle and refined on the surface, but in reality, he was a devil!

In order to keep using the cure, he secretly put drugs in his tea, using the addictive and numbing effects of the drugs to control himself.

It's so shameless!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Helena gritted her teeth, a burning hatred within her that made her want to tear Leon to pieces.

But not yet.

The powerful figures in the palace haven't left yet. If you want to take revenge on Leon and escape the palace, you'll need to wait a few more days.

Helena overheard a conversation between two food-delivering maids yesterday and learned that the Emperor would be taking a large number of powerful warriors from the capital to the front lines this Sunday.

At that time, the palace was poorly guarded, making it the perfect opportunity to take action.

Therefore, Helena had to suppress her nausea and continue to feign madness for a few more days.

Although it was very painful, it was a last resort.

Ugh, I'm so tired.

Helena stretched her slender waist, looking at the shackles on her bare wrists and ankles, feeling somewhat melancholy.

But the sudden sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door made her nerves tense up once again.

Is Leon back?

Besides that bastard, there probably isn't anyone else.

Helena's extra emotions quickly vanished, and she soon returned to her blank expression.

The doorknob of the pearwood door was turned. When Leon left, he thought he was just going downstairs to get breakfast and would have to come back soon, so he didn't lock it. Therefore, the door opened with a creak.

"Tsk tsk, it wasn't locked. My brother is such a careless fellow. What if the pet runs away?"

It wasn't Leon who entered the room, but his half-brother, the second prince Leon, who was three years younger than him.