Bewildered as he was, at this decisive moment, he still spoke with a serious tone:

"I promise to be your master, from now on you are my follower;

I demand in the name of the new master: clear a path to the palace, but do not kill any enemies you encounter along the way."

Issuing such orders was not Wang Xiaole suddenly turning to do good deeds;

He made such demands only for future needs, specially leaving behind those capabilities.

Even if General Wang were to stand with Inran, this country, the Moulan Principality's soldiers, must be used for Dibiles.

Wang Xiaole did not reject the idea of those people dying, he just intended for the country's soldiers to die for Dibiles!

His next plan was to convert military strength;

For this purpose, he did not leave the principality, but instead headed straight for the palace in the capital.

Although it was called a palace, it wasn't until he approached closer that he realized:

The size of the small country's palace, compared to Dibiles, was just the size of a side hall;

Although the palace's designers initially planned to build a palace that rivaled the Imperial City of the Three Empires, in reality, they only ended up with such a shabby third-rate building.

Later, Qiuyan also noticed:

"The soldiers here don't seem to be very good, they are much inferior compared to those I saw around the Empress's palace."

"Just a small place, the so-called 'elite' are about this level, no need to mind."

The two reached the front entrance of the palace, unabashedly exposing themselves to the sight of nearby guards, chatting about topics that could be spoken or left unspoken.

"Hey, who are you?"

Without beating around the bush, the guards immediately started surrounding the two of them in groups.

To this proactive approach from the opponents, Qiuyan asked her new master with a sidelong glance:

"Do I just need to let them off lightly?"

"Slightly higher than that request: you should defeat them, but don't injure them too severely or leave them disabled."

"Quite demanding... but I'll manage it!"

Qiuyan put away a pair of short swords, showing no intention of backing off. Just like before, she rushed forward alone and embarked on a wave of unmatched prowess.

Punching, palm thrusting, finger flicking, elbow striking, knee bumping, kicking...

In Wang Xiaole's eyes, every part of Qiuyan's body seemed like highly lethal weapons. Once her body made contact with the opponents, they would be easily knocked down with a single blow.

"This ruthless fighting style reminds me of someone. Could it be that Qiuyan was sent by her?" In this soliloquy, he gradually approached the truth.

With Qiuyan laying out roughly two to three thousand guards, like fallen leaves swept away by a hurricane, she nonchalantly made her way into the palace.

Subsequently, she stepped onto the stairs, eyeing her master who had walked up beside her, and asked the question for the first time:

"Have I been of help?"

Without giving it much thought, Wang Xiaole simply replied:

"You have successfully proven yourself capable of more than just competing with me for food."

Upon receiving this response, Qiuyan had nothing to worry about.

Next, the roles of inquirer and answerer were swapped:

"Qiuyan, do you happen to know any information about the Prince?"

"The Prince" was equivalent to the King of the principality, essentially the "local emperor" of his own country.

The majority of Princes had considerable authority within their country;

And typically, rulers of this kind, except for being under the authority of their suzerain, enjoyed a relaxed lifestyle.

Similar to an Emperor, Princes were also hereditary.

The king passed the throne to his son, if there was no son, it would be passed on to a direct relative;

If all blood relatives died out, suitable children could be adopted to inherit the position.

Generally, except for being wiped out by another country, a principality wouldn't usually cease to exist;

Usually, even the royal family at the top, when faced with threats from their subjects or enemies, could expect timely assistance from their suzerain.

Based on the knowledge acquired from his disciple, Wang Xiaole knew:

The first Prince of the Moulan (Great) Principality was one of the original younger brothers following the first Empress, and among the many vassal states of Dibiles, he was one of the more veteran "minion-level" figures.

It was precisely because the ancestors of this principality had been sensible that, despite being an unremarkable weaker state among smaller countries, the Moulan Principality was able to continue its history to this day.

However, no matter how wise their predecessors were, it was difficult to avoid having a "wise" descendent;

Now, Wang Xiaole was determined to make the current Prince realize how wrong his choices were.

His inquiry into Qiuyan's knowledge was to better target the Prince later, and also to assess the capabilities of this maid.

"Master needs information? Wait a moment, let me think..."

Recollection sometimes took time, but Wang Xiaole was willing to wait.

His patience lasted until this moment, when he reached the door to the King's bedchamber.

"Well, well, well, Master, I've thought of something: I am not familiar with the Prince of this country, nor have I heard anything related to him."

"Don't know? You took so much time just to think about what to say to your master?"

Where's the subtlety in that response?

Wang Xiaole resisted the urge to annul the contract and decided not to place too much hope on Qiuyan.

When outside, one often couldn't rely on others, and now Wang Xiaole thought it was more reliable to depend on himself.

Fortunately, he possessed Freya's memories and knew a lot about what happened in the world, just requiring a quick search in his mind.

Keywords:

Moulan Principality, current ruler, past experiences.

The search began...

In no time, his mind was flooded with numerous pieces of information, all about the current Prince;

According to the personal impressions left by Freya in his memory, this information was closely related to the concept of "shameless".

The Prince was born on a certain year, month, day, and was the thirteenth in line to the throne;

Before him, there were eight older brothers and four older sisters.

The principality's succession order had always been based on the age of the heir, and as long as it did not involve certain principles and moral issues, the heir was generally the eldest son or daughter.

In the past, no King had ever been among the top five children in the family.

Except for this thirteenth child.

At the age of ten, the cunning boy, the thirteenth child, invited his big brother to have coffee in his room;

As soon as the big brother picked up the cup, he used his own head to crash into the coffee cup, breaking his head and causing blood to flow;

Subsequently, the wailing sound attracted the palace maids, and upon entering, they saw the thirteenth child lying on the ground with blood, who falsely claimed that his head was injured by his big brother.

A week later, the previous King, unaware of the truth, stripped the eldest son of his inheritance rights on the charge of "injuring a sibling," and had him sent away to another place.

At twelve years old, the thirteenth invited the second brother to have tea together, and after the tea party, the second brother suffered from diarrhea all night. But publicly, it was announced that the second brother had poisoned the tea;

In the same month, the second son was stripped of his inheritance rights and also sent away to another location;

At thirteen, the thirteenth had the third brother play chess with him, and he swallowed a chess piece, claiming this was done by the third brother, squeezing out his competitor, the third brother, using a ruse;

At fourteen, he managed to oust the fourth competitor using the same ruse;

This continued until he was sixteen, successfully overcoming competitors five through seven.....

In his twenty-eighth year, with the previous King passing away, and all twelve royal children having been sent away, the thirteenth ascended the throne as the new King.

What was this? Wang Xiaole asked himself repeatedly in his heart:

What could this experience signify? Shamelessness makes one invincible?

Despite having encountered many important figures before, he had yet to meet someone deserving of a beating.

Finally, today he encountered such a despicable King.

It was great; he felt his hands and feet itching.

"Qiuyan, follow me in."

He said these words lightly, but suddenly raised his right hand and punched the door in front of him.

With a bang— thud thud thud thud thud!

The seemingly sturdy door was instantly smashed to pieces, wood chips littering the floor in the strong wind.

Now that the sole obstacle was destroyed, Wang Xiaole and Qiuyan could see the King, who was feasting and drinking in the bedchamber.

Important note:

Freya's memory was from decades ago, and the cunning boy of that time had now turned into a sly old man.

Unlike some people who maintained their youthful appearance, the King appeared very old, with a face full of wrinkles that could have been used to suffocate flies.

Even if someone came forward claiming that the King was a mummy who crawled out of a tomb (without bandages), both Wang Xiaole and Qiuyan would believe it without a doubt.

Perhaps due to enjoying too many years of luxury, the King, although still cunning, had become slow in his reactions.

At this point, the King had not realized the purpose of the duo standing before him, merely waving his hand:

"Are you two new maids? Good, the ones who served me before have grown boring, you two fresh-faced newcomers are just right."

Due to their exceptional appearance and lack of weapons, the King subconsciously misunderstood, thinking they were new young girls entering the palace.

Qiuyan couldn't comprehend:

With such a loud commotion from the fight outside and even the heavy door being broken, why didn't this King realize something was amiss?

She couldn't understand, but Wang Xiaole quickly understood:

Years of self-indulgence had made the King extremely self-centered;

Unless he was threatened with a knife at his neck later, he would not detect any danger.

"Why are you standing still, are you shy? I never expected to see such shy girls among those entering the palace."

Seeing the two lovely women in front of him, the King stood up from his seat, swaying his thin and weak body that never seemed to put on weight no matter how much he ate, and walked over step by step.

"Master, I think..."

"No need to finish, I understand, watch and see, just make sure to keep them alive."

After receiving permission, Qiuyan's last bit of hesitation vanished completely;

In the next moment, she lifted one foot high and aimed it directly at the disgusting old man in front of her.

Bang~~~~~

The strike was a perfect hit, kicking the King's chin instantly, sending his whole body flying through the air, similar to a football, from the ground to mid-air.