After Asus went over Ashven's body with a plethora of instruments and different strange techniques, he dismissed his attendants and looked at the Crown Prince with something akin to pity in his eyes, clearing his throat.
" Your Highness, after going through your body, I can confirm that you are alright and in good health, the emergency aid that my daughter administered to you on the day of the incident helped to stem the spread of the reaction caused by the substance and the essence infused into your body by the orb."
Ashven gave him a measured look, his dark pupils were like two swirling orbs leading down into the abyss, raising his chin forward, he looked at the older man,
" But...?"
Asus sighed and could no longer bear to look at the face of the crown prince, lowering his head he took in a deep breath and answered the Crown Prince,
"There are countless people in this world, Your Highness. Among them, many may resemble one another, yet no two are ever truly the same.
"For powerful warriors, we rely on soul signatures, essence fluctuations, and other profound methods of identification. For mundanes and the unawakened, however, the meridians serve that purpose.
"That is why the testing orb can determine aptitude—it is linked to fate, and more importantly, to the meridians."
Pausing to catch his breath and to observe Ashven who remained still through his speech, he sighed and continued,
"The orb sends streams of energy through the body of the unawakened, circulating qi and receiving feedback from the meridian pathways, awakening the individual in the process.
"In your case, Your Highness, the orb was already receiving feedback from your meridians and had begun facilitating your awakening when it came into contact with the Heart Marrow.
"The result was a violent reaction—a small internal explosion that ruptured your meridians, but..,
" ...luckily for you, my daughter was nearby."
" ...luckily for me, your daughter was nearby."
Looking at the shameless father in front of him Ashven smiled slightly,
" Don't worry your daughter will be appropriately rewarded."
Asus was relieved, but not because of what the Crown Prince had said, he was relieved because the Crown Prince did not look down and burdened by the news of his inability to cultivate.
Ashven thought for a moment and then sighed, he had also come to the same conclusion as what the Patriarch of the House of Light had told him, when he had the name of the poison, he had gone through his memories and theorised what might have happened, but he had hoped that since he had been transmigrated into the body of the crown prince then everything would have been repaired and good as new, but Alas!
... ah so I won't be able to ride my sword and enter into the courtyard where my sweetheart is and unleash a slash that will rend the heavens in two and .... arghh ...
Ashven was frustrated and why won't he be, he was transmigrated into a world where most people could cultivate and by so doing, perform many miracles, but he can't even cultivate, meaning that all his fantasies, the hero rescuing the damsel, he had even hoped that this fantasy of walking with a beautiful woman, and then a pampered young master will come and challenge him and then he will beat the young master and then he wi...
... ai looks like i have to disabuse myself of those foolish fantasies and be more practical, but wait, I am not exactly powerless, I am the crown prince of this powerful nation and thus I will have several resources at hand, even though I so badly want to fly ahh ...
Thanking the Patriarch he dismissed him and went back to his thoughts, before leaving the Healer had promised to check for herbs and solutions to the crown prince's problem, however, the both of them knew that such herbs if they even existed were rare and could only be chanced upon by luck.
Standing up from his bed he paced round the room, as a military strategist from earth, the concept of individual strength was quite alien and foreign to him so his mind quickly adapted to the unfavorable circumstance he found himself in, after all to the countries on earth no particular person was the cornerstone of the military, the military was one and separate at the same time. With his thoughts adjusted Ashven went to his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and began to jot out his advantages as the crown prince.
As the Crown Prince of Asterion, he was given the right to own a private army of over a thousand soldiers, the only wrench in this otherwise great arrangement was that he would have to fund their expenses and provide a place of residence for them and also that dreadful tradition of naming the army will be his responsibility, he shuddered at that thought and lamented the lack of artificial intelligence in this world, he gave himself a moment to imagine what life with Chat X in this world will be like ah.
Shaking off the irrelevant thoughts he quickly became immersed in his work, he had many things to think of he wanted to create a personal army and make it effective, the first and most glaring problem was the fact that whatever army he created was going to be a joke, the various houses and interested powers in the kingdom already have spies waiting to be enlisted in the army should he ever decide to create one, in so doing the life of the crown prince was literally in the hands of those powers. But surprisingly the most they used their minions in the army to do was to gather information and not truly arm the Crown Prince, but to Ashven this was no different to him, because unlike the other princes, he wanted to use his army to not only protect him but to also gather information on those powers, he obviously couldn't ask the spies to spy on their masters.
Sighing and leaning back on his chair, Ashven bemoaned his fate. This Crown Prince stuff was not in any way easy at all.