“Mu Xueshi, if you say just one word of submission, I will take you away from here!”
“Are you White Impermanence?” Chen Youzai asked with a bitter smile as he looked at the ancient man dressed entirely in white before him.
Elio’s Notes: White Impermanence (白无常, Bai Wuchang) is one of the two underworld spirit-enforcers in Chinese folklore, paired with Black Impermanence. He is often depicted in white robes and is responsible for escorting the souls of the dead to the underworld.
The Third Prince did not understand what Mu Xueshi meant. He merely looked at him coldly and said, “Will you submit or not?”
“What else can I do but submit? You’re going to take me away anyway. A person’s fate is determined by Heaven…”
“You have finally come to your senses!” The Third Prince lifted the person from the ground, only to discover that holding him was like cradling a swallow—he seemed to weigh nothing at all. He quietly studied Mu Xueshi for another moment before starting toward the carriage.
Chen Youzai opened his eyes into narrow slits and said with trembling lips and unsteady breath, “Brother Bai, the service in your underworld is quite considerate. You don’t even make the ghosts walk by themselves… If I reincarnate again, I still want to be born as Chen Youzai. I can’t bear to leave my mom… Brother Bai, please… I’ll have my mom burn more paper money for you…”
The Third Prince did not clearly hear a single word Mu Xueshi murmured, but he was in no hurry now. There would be plenty of opportunities to make Mu Xueshi speak in the future. At the thought, his arms involuntarily tightened around him.
It was another long and drawn-out dream. After drifting in and out of consciousness for so long, Chen Youzai could no longer distinguish what state he was actually in. He dreamed that he had recovered the silver coin again and held it in his hand, examining it for a long while. But then the silver coin seemed to grow larger and heavier, until it finally transformed into a gigantic UFO. It slowly rose into the sky before plummeting back down toward him. He wanted to run, but no matter how far he fled, he could not escape from beneath the enormous UFO. In the end, his vision went black, and Chen Youzai was crushed firmly beneath it.
“Ugh…” Chen Youzai let out a long breath and abruptly opened his eyes.
Author’s Notes: From now on, this character will consistently be referred to as Mu Xueshi. Whenever I write Chen Youzai, the ugly boy immediately appears in my mind, and I cannot get into the proper mood. 😅
The Third Prince was leaning over Mu Xueshi, looking at him with a faint, ambiguous smile. He watched those thick, long eyelashes flutter several times before the crystal-like eyes beneath them opened completely. The lively, expressive eyes glanced from side to side, and when they landed on the Third Prince, Mu Xueshi’s face filled with astonishment.
“You no longer recognize me?”
The teasing tone in the Third Prince’s voice did not attract any of Mu Xueshi’s attention. At that moment, he was far too busy surveying everything around him, trying to understand his present circumstances.
A curtain embroidered with moon-hanging butterflies dancing among flowers hung over the small carved window. Beneath it stood a palace-style embroidered screen. Antique ink paintings adorned the walls, while a large red sandalwood desk stood in the center of the room. Inkstones and sheets of paper rested upon it, along with a slender-necked white jade vase. The faint fragrance of the flowers inside filled the entire room…
Mu Xueshi then felt the silken quilt covering his body. It was delicate and smooth beneath his fingers, while the object beneath his head continually gave off a refreshing fragrance. Turning his head, he saw an exquisitely crafted little square box directly before him. Mu Xueshi tried to pull out a hand and reach for it, only then realizing that the Third Prince was still pressing him down.
After examining the Third Prince carefully for a moment, Mu Xueshi finally remembered that this was the White Impermanence who had summoned him from beside the pond that day. He lowered his head slightly and looked at his body. It was not an infant’s body; at the very least, it belonged to a young man. He then raised a hand and examined it. The red mole on his thumb was still there, which meant he remained the owner of the same body as before.
All these signs fully proved that he was still in the process of reincarnating, Mu Xueshi secretly concluded. He was probably waiting in a designated room for his final assignment.
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