Chapter 9: A Test: Do You Want to Be This Prince Consort?

Noah actually couldn’t fathom the First Prince’s thought process either. Did he not know that his master was a genius hacker? His master could easily access the airline passenger list. Imperial interstellar passenger ships required real-name ticket purchases. Making up a fake background in front of his master was like digging his own grave.

Curiously, Noah asked, “Master, before you looked up his real name, how did you deduce he was lying?”

Mo Han picked up the water glass from the table and took a sip. Flatly, he said, “His temperament is rather unique. He doesn’t seem like an ordinary assistant. Besides, Emile, who can’t act to save his life, was with him. Emile’s eyes gave him away long ago. No boss would be that concerned about an assistant or listen to an assistant’s words so carefully.”

Noah had a moment of realization. “No wonder you asked him so many questions just now.”

Mo Han stroked his chin thoughtfully. “He answered so quickly. He must have had an intelligent mecha helping him. What was the First Prince’s mecha called again?”

Noah replied, “It’s called Chongming. When this mecha transforms, it takes the form of the Chongming Bird from legend. According to the Mecha Association’s registered data, Chongming is an S-Class Intelligent Mecha, a birthday gift personally crafted by the mecha design genius, Mr. Brian, for the First Prince’s tenth birthday. S-Class mechas have very advanced anti-detection systems, so I didn’t detect its presence earlier.”

Mo Han asked, “Did it detect you, then?”

“Probably not,” Noah said. “The intelligent system you installed in me is not inferior to an S-Class intelligent mecha.”

Mo Han nodded and stood up from the sofa. “I’ll go meet this First Prince.”

Inside the banquet hall, Luo Fei and Emile were eating from the buffet.

The buffet prepared for the birthday party was incredibly sumptuous. The two found an empty seat and slowly savored some exquisite pastries.

Mo Han walked over with a plate of fruit and sat beside them. Politely, he asked, “Are you two Seniors finding the buffet lunch to your liking?”

Luo Fei praised, “The flavor is quite good.”

Emile also said, “Very delicious, and so abundant!”

Mo Han said modestly, “Compared to the school cafeteria, the variety is still a bit lacking. Space is limited, after all, we can only fit this much.” He immediately turned back to look at Luo Fei and said, “I remember, the steak at Window 17 on the third floor of the school cafeteria was especially delicious. I wonder if ‘Senior’ liked it?”

Luo Fei was silent for two seconds, then smiled and said, “You’re remembering it wrong. The steak is served at Window 7 on the second floor, isn’t it?”

Mo Han: “…”

Chongming must be constantly retrieving detailed information about Herman University.

And to retrieve such trivial information, it only took two seconds.

Inwardly, Mo Han very much admired the data analysis speed of the S-Class intelligent mecha. If he ever got a chance later, he’d quite like to properly study Chongming’s system.

On the surface, Mo Han remained completely impassive. He smiled and said, “I remembered it wrong. Speaking of which, it’s been a very long time since I ate at the school cafeteria. I am a bit nostalgic.”

Luo Fei suggested, “School starts again next month. You can go back to the cafeteria then. The fruit cake from the bakery on the second floor is pretty good.”

“Thanks for the recommendation, I’ll try it when I have time.” Mo Han changed the subject. “Right, Senior, when you were at school before, did you join any clubs?”

“I joined the Mecha Association.”

“What a coincidence? I also joined the Mecha Association. Every evening, I go to the school’s mecha building to practice mecha piloting, but I don’t think I ever saw you, Senior?”

“I went in the afternoons. We probably just missed each other?”

“I see. If there’s a chance in the future, we could have a spar.”

“I look forward to it.”

…

Luo Fei’s expression was completely open and calm. Mo Han’s demeanor was also very composed.

The two had a very harmonious and friendly discussion about the Herman University cafeteria, the mecha training rooms, tennis courts, swimming pools, and all sorts of other facilities.

Emile really wanted to ask: Who am I? Where am I? Why can’t I get a word in? Should I just leave?

He suddenly felt like he wasn’t actually a Herman University student.

Many things the two were talking about, Emile actually didn’t know about?

But he quickly understood—the reason Luo Fei could answer Mo Han so fluently was because of Chongming.

Chongming was an S-Class intelligent mecha, mentally bonded to its master. Luo Fei could control it with his mental power and have it instantly extract key data through the network. Even if Mo Han asked about the books in the school library, it could immediately provide that book’s serial number.

—Mo Han’s small test couldn’t faze Luo Fei at all.

Emile was perfectly happy to watch the show. He very consciously stopped trying to interject and just sat by, watching their “alumni reminiscing.”

They chatted from the cafeteria to the mecha training building, from the library to the tennis court, almost covering every building on the campus…

Finally, Mo Han ended this topic. Politely, he said, “Senior, I still need to check on my grandfather. Let’s talk another time. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

Luo Fei said, “The pleasure was all mine.”

The two glanced at each other, and Mo Han turned and left.

Only after Mo Han’s figure disappeared from sight did Luo Fei let out a gentle breath. “Now, Mo Han should completely believe I am who I say I am, right?”

Emile nodded. “I was almost convinced you were a Herman University graduate.”

Chongming said excitedly, “Praise me, praise me, quick, praise me! My retrieval speed is getting faster and faster!”

Luo Fei chuckled and praised it. “Well done.”

He had absolutely no idea that, in reality, Mo Han had seen through his identity long ago.

Not far away, Mo Han exited the banquet hall through a side door and returned to the same lounge as before.

“Master, you talked to him about many topics related to the school, but with Chongming there, he never made a mistake in his answers,” Noah’s voice sounded in his mind.

“I know,” Mo Han said flatly.

“Then why did you chat with him about all that?”

“I wasn’t testing him. I was testing his mecha, Chongming.”

“…………” Noah was somewhat shocked. “Testing Chongming?”

“Yes. Chongming’s intelligent system is currently the most advanced in the Empire. It can search databases, extract keywords, analyze, reason, and find the correct information within two seconds. And this speed doesn’t slow down with increased workload. The questions I asked Luo Fei later were all rather complex, but he still answered fluently. This shows Chongming’s system is truly powerful.” A spark of excitement flashed in Mo Han’s eyes. “I really want to dismantle Chongming and properly study its system coding.”

“…………”

Noah suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for the First Prince and Chongming. Running into its own shrewd master, the First Prince and Chongming would be sold off and still help count the money.

—You thought my master was testing if you were a Herman University student?

—He knew who you were long ago.

—My master only played along because he was interested in your mecha. He wants to take apart your Chongming and study its system.

Just then, the lounge door was suddenly pushed open. Mo Qiming walked in and asked in a low voice, “I saw you talking with Emile’s assistant for a long time? What was that about?”

Mo Han smiled and said, “Father, couldn’t you tell? He’s definitely not Emile’s ‘assistant’.”

Mo Qiming said, “Of course. I came to ask precisely because I could see he doesn’t seem like an ordinary assistant. Did you discover something after your long chat?”

Mo Han nodded. “He’s the First Prince, Luo Fei.”

Mo Qiming: “…………”

He had sensed long ago that this assistant’s bearing was unusual, and Emile being so courteous to an assistant was indeed unnecessary. The assistant identity was clearly a cover.

But he hadn’t expected it to be the Empire’s First Prince, Luo Fei.

Mo Qiming frowned. “The First Prince? He’s never been involved in business circles. Why would he suddenly appear at the Mo family’s event?”

Mo Han replied, “Probably just curiosity. He came with his cousin Emile to see Grandfather’s birthday party.”

Mo Qiming stared into his son’s eyes, his tone certain. “You’re hiding something from me.”

Mo Han shook his head. “No.”

Mo Qiming walked over and patted his son’s shoulder. “Whenever you lie, you deliberately look calmly into the other person’s eyes, pretending you have a clear conscience.”

Mo Han immediately averted his gaze from his father and coughed awkwardly. “Nothing gets past you…”

Mo Qiming smiled slightly, his gaze warm as he looked at his son. Gently, he said, “I am your father. Why hide things from me? Tell me, what is really going on?”

Mo Han picked up the water glass, took two gulps to moisten his throat, and then continued. “Our Mo family has never had dealings with the Imperial Royal Family. The only thing I can think of that would connect the First Prince to the Mo family is a certain list.”

Mo Qiming frowned and asked, “What list?”

“The genetic screening match list.” Mo Han explained, “Not long ago, I was tracking the Omega Association’s information and discovered they are helping the First Prince select suitable Omegas for marriage. They retrieved Mo Lin’s genetic data. After careful screening, the Association selected ten Omegas with a genetic match rate exceeding 90% with the First Prince as candidates. Mo Lin was on that list.” He paused, a chill flashing in his eyes. “The First Prince hiding his identity to come to the Mo family this time is probably to investigate Mo Lin.”

Mo Qiming: “…”

Silence suddenly fell within the room.

Time passed second by second. Neither father nor son spoke.

After a long while, Mo Qiming sighed softly. He walked over and sat on the sofa beside Mo Han, rubbing his temples with a headache. “You should be aware, although our Mo family is wealthy, His Majesty Xize holds immense prestige among the populace, and the First Prince is his chosen heir. If the First Prince truly takes a liking to Mo Lin and asks His Majesty to propose this marriage to the Mo family, Father would find it difficult to outright refuse.”

Mo Han didn’t speak.

Mo Qiming gently patted the back of his son’s hand and asked in a low voice, “Do you want to become this Prince Consort?”

Mo Han said decisively, “No.”

He put down the water glass and stood up from the sofa, his tone utterly indifferent. “I originally thought, even if the Association selected Mo Lin, the First Prince wouldn’t be interested in this kind of second-generation rich Omega. So, I didn’t bother with that list at the time and planned to wait and see. But I didn’t expect the First Prince to personally come to the Mo family, going so far as to desperately hide his identity. He’s probably gotten curious and wants to understand what kind of person Mo Lin is.”

Mo Qiming frowned. “What do you plan to do?”

Mo Han said, “Since he’s curious about Mo Lin, then I’ll let him meet Mo Lin. Whatever kind of Omega he dislikes, I’ll make Mo Lin become his most hated type.”

—That way, the First Prince would completely lose interest in Mo Lin.

Mo Qiming was silent for a moment, then asked, “Are you certain this won’t let him discover your secret?”

Mo Han smiled faintly. “He couldn’t possibly discover it. Mo Han is an Alpha, Mo Lin is an Omega. No one would ever think that the Alpha older brother and the Omega younger brother are actually the same person.”