When Mu Xueshi saw that the Third Prince intended to leave him here alone, he raised his voice and shouted with all his might, “I wasn’t trying to run away! I only wanted you to teach me that incredible acupoint-sealing technique you used just now. Ahhh… that was amazing! Can you come back? What am I supposed to do if I need to pee later?”
After quite some time, the gauze curtain was lifted again, revealing the Third Prince’s expressionless face. Mu Xueshi immediately closed his wide-open mouth with tact. Seeing the Third Prince stare at him, Mu Xueshi blinked his crystal-clear eyes and pleaded, “Teach me!”
As though he had not heard, the Third Prince held a small crimson box containing black cosmetic paste. He dabbed a little onto his finger and drew a stroke across Mu Xueshi’s fair, tender cheek. A blot of black instantly appeared on Mu Xueshi’s flawless face, making him resemble a mischievous child. A trace of amusement appeared in the Third Prince’s eyes. As though playing with him, he drew three lines on each of Mu Xueshi’s cheeks and wrote the character for “king” across his forehead. Looking at him now, Mu Xueshi appeared indescribably comical and playful.
Unexpectedly, Mu Xueshi said foolishly, “Um… no face mask is going to help a face like mine. Don’t waste the good stuff.”
Although the Third Prince did not understand what Mu Xueshi meant, his words had accidentally struck the truth. Not only would this black paste leave the skin unharmed, but it also nourished and whitened the complexion. It was made by grinding together the nectar of more than a hundred flowers. Naturally, such a product was kept only in the chambers of noble consorts, and even they used it secretly, afraid that anyone might see them looking like this.
Approximately half an hour later, only Mu Xueshi’s two round eyes remained visible on his face, rolling around in complete bewilderment.
The Third Prince examined him with satisfaction, then covered those lovable eyes with a strip of black cloth. Now not a single part of Mu Xueshi’s face could be seen.
The moment his vision went dark, Mu Xueshi immediately began shouting, “Don’t leave me here alone! I want to go too! I’m going too! I’m going too! I’m going too…”
After shouting it more than two hundred times, the Third Prince had long since vanished. Realizing there was no hope and that his voice had already gone hoarse, Mu Xueshi finally fell asleep in dejection.
He did not know how long he slept. Only when his face began to itch did Mu Xueshi gradually awaken. Because his eyes were covered, he had no way of determining what was causing the sensation on his face. The touch grew increasingly distinct, as though a small hand were scratching him repeatedly, and cold sweat immediately broke out across Mu Xueshi’s body.
“No way… They don’t keep cats or dogs in this courtyard, do they? If it’s some insect or a scorpion, that would be even worse…”
Unable to move in the slightest, Mu Xueshi could only panic helplessly. Beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead when something soft and fleshy suddenly touched him and wiped them away.
Immediately afterward, the sound of rapid breathing came from beside his ear. Mu Xueshi finally determined that there was a person next to him. Once he was certain, he released a great sigh of relief and said, “Help me take off this blindfold!”
The hand scratching his face finally stopped. A small, indistinct murmur sounded beside Mu Xueshi’s ear, like a young child only beginning to learn how to speak.
“Ee… arrived…”
What had arrived? Mu Xueshi frowned. Before he could speak again, the little hand began scratching across his face once more. Mu Xueshi felt that the child had completely ruined the face mask the Third Prince had applied. Besides, he could not even be certain that the thing scratching him truly was a child. For all he knew, this ancient country might possess some strange and exotic creature.
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