My chest feels a little tight! Only then did Mu Xueshi turn his attention to the Third Prince. Why was he pressing down on him like this? Was this some sort of custom in the underworld? It would probably be better to ask first.
“Brother Bai, there’s something I’d like to consult you about…” Mu Xueshi deliberately spoke as politely as possible, even putting on a humble expression.
The Third Prince had not expected Mu Xueshi to speak of his own accord. Even more unexpectedly, from the moment Mu Xueshi woke until now, that once chillingly cold face had begun displaying all sorts of vivid expressions.
Was he pretending? Or was he truly ill?
Seeing the Third Prince continue to frown without responding, Mu Xueshi cleared his throat and asked loudly, “Brother, could you press on me again later? I’d like to catch my breath.”
Even his manner of speaking was extraordinarily strange. The Third Prince narrowed his eyes slightly. After studying Mu Xueshi for a moment, he obediently moved off him and stood to the side, intending to see exactly what sort of trick Mu Xueshi was playing.
Mu Xueshi, however, clearly did not notice the Third Prince’s gaze. After climbing out of bed, he touched this and examined that, then picked up the nearest bronze lamp and exclaimed loudly, “Whoa, these are all genuine antiques!”
Seeing the amazement in Mu Xueshi’s eyes, the Third Prince grew even more suspicious. Mu Xueshi eagerly wanted to put on his shoes and get down from the bed, only to discover that he could not find them. Wearing nothing but his inner robes, he jumped directly out of bed and craned his neck as he searched everywhere. In the end, he simply sprawled on the floor and peered beneath the bed, instantly smearing a great deal of dust across his flawless, snow-white face.
“No shoes? Oh, right… ghosts don’t seem to have feet…” Mu Xueshi murmured to himself. He lowered his head to look, then shouted at his own small feet, “But I do have feet! Damn… ghost movies are all lies! The floor is freezing under my bare feet. If I get an upset stomach, I won’t even be able to find the toilet…”
The Third Prince now completely understood what Mu Xueshi meant. This prisoner burdened with grave crimes believed he had already died beside the pond. That was why his mind was confused, and why he could not accept, at least for the moment, the truth that he remained in the mortal world.
Watching Mu Xueshi’s anxious gaze, the Third Prince tilted his chin to indicate that the shoes were right beside his feet. Mu Xueshi was clever enough to understand immediately. He simply could not imagine that those soft, floppy objects were actually shoes. At first, he had thought they were some sort of ornament worn on the head, especially since pearls were embedded along both sides.
“What a waste, stepping on something so beautiful…” Mu Xueshi said as he raised one leg and crudely shoved his foot into the shoe. Unfortunately, his inner trousers were loose, and when he lifted his leg like that, everything beneath them was exposed to view.
“What are you staring at?” Mu Xueshi rushed in front of the Third Prince and waved a hand through the air, an excited smile on his face.
The Third Prince had not yet recovered from the view beneath Mu Xueshi’s trousers before he found himself captivated by that clear, radiant smile. But immediately afterward, a cold gleam flashed through his eyes. Did such a smile not prove that Mu Xueshi had long been looking forward to the day of his own death? How could the Third Prince allow him to continue believing that? If Mu Xueshi became both mad and foolish, then no matter how many schemes the Third Prince employed, they would have no effect at all.
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