Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Ever since Chu Muyang set that perverted rule, the servants looked at Su Jun with a bit of pleading in their eyes.

"Sir, please take the medicine..."

The maid bowed her head and knelt in front of Su Jun's bed, her hands holding the medicine bowl trembling slightly.

The black medicine gave off a bitter smell, which made Su Jun feel sour.

He wanted to vomit, but when he met the maid's tearful eyes, he held it back.

Su Jun took the medicine from the maid and swallowed it in one gulp. He resisted the urge to vomit and returned the empty bowl to the maid.

"Thank you, sir," the maid knelt on the ground in gratitude, then took the bowl to report.

"Medicine is for treating trauma, it's good for you...it's not something weird."

7410 swam beside Su Jun, and seeing that he looked unhappy, he spoke words of comfort.

Su Jun was not comforted at all. Chu Muyang's action was no different from giving him a slap in the face and then giving him a sweet date.

The place on his back where the knife had cut was itchy and painful, but he was trying his best to ignore it. However, every time the maid brought him medicine, it reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered.

Su Jun inadvertently turned his gaze to the window and happened to see a lifted corner of clothes.

The color of the hem of the clothes looks very much like court robes.

Few people from the court appeared at the door of his courtyard, which meant that Chu Muyang was outside!

Su Jun opened his eyes wide and leaned on the windowsill to look out, but his vision was limited and he could only see a tall figure.

Probably a young man.

"7410, come and take a look"

“Oh, okay!”

outside the hospital

The eldest prince looked at the slightly desolate courtyard in surprise.

Wei Jie was deeply favored by the emperor, and his mansion was decorated with extreme luxury. It is no exaggeration to say that the things that were tributed to the court were the ones that were left over by Wei Jie and then put into the national treasury. It is hard to imagine that the Wei Mansion would have such a quiet place.

"Bata"

The sound of chess pieces falling drew the eldest prince's attention back. He looked at the man in white in a wheelchair not far away, a little surprised. He quickly collected his thoughts and respectfully walked over to him and called out, "Sir."

What responded to him was the continuous sound of chess pieces falling.

The eldest prince raised his eyes slightly, caught a glimpse of the bony fingers on the chessboard, and his gaze paused.

No matter how many times I have seen Wei Jie, it is still hard to believe that Wei Jie is a sixty-year-old man...

The last chess piece fell, revealing a broken chessboard. An old voice came out from between the pale lips, very abruptly: "What is the solution to this chess game?"

"..."

The eldest prince stared at the remaining chess pieces for a long time, then smiled confidently and said, "I will give it a try."

Seeing Wei Jie raised the corners of his lips and was in a good mood, the eldest prince flicked his sleeves and sat opposite Wei Jie, picked up a chess piece, and put it down after careful consideration.

One by one, the chessboard came alive. As Wei Jie placed a black piece, the white piece had no way to move.

"this…"

The eldest prince's smile froze slightly, and then he sighed helplessly, "I'm still not as good as you, sir."

"Do you know why you lost?" There were still two chess pieces in Wei Jie's palm, and his slender fingers rubbed them intentionally or unintentionally. His dark eyes were faintly smiling, but people could not feel any warmth.

The eldest prince stopped smiling and became serious. "Please give me your instructions, sir."

"Because you think you are so"

"Bah!"

The chess piece was thrown back into the chess box by Wei Jie, and it made a crisp sound.

The eldest prince heard the coldness in Wei Jie's words and immediately understood his intention. He quickly stood up and admitted his mistake, "Sir, you are teaching me that I was not thoughtful enough."

He originally wanted to ask Wei Jie why he didn't send troops to wipe out the remnants of King Cheng, but now he didn't even dare to mention it.

Wei Jie was clearly blaming him for taking the initiative to assassinate Prince Cheng, forcing Prince Cheng to collude with the rebels and giving the other side an opportunity to justify their actions.

"I have my own plans for King Cheng," Wei Jie raised his gaze, looking up at him from bottom to top without showing any weakness:

"The Third Prince is the stumbling block to your throne. Remember what you should and shouldn't do."

“Yes…I understand.”

"Go back if you understand"

Wei Jie glanced at him indifferently and turned his wheelchair towards the courtyard.

After Wei Jie's back disappeared, the eldest prince raised his head and loosened his clenched fingers.

The little eunuch who was following him trotted over to greet him.

"Your Highness... why do you look so grim? But Weijie..."

The young eunuch was interrupted by the eldest prince before he could finish his words.

After leaving the Wei Mansion and making sure that no one from the Weijie was following him, the young eunuch grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Your Highness, you are a prince. How dare that old thief disrespect you? It's really unreasonable."

He thought about how he had grown up with the eldest prince, and he spoke without restraint, pouring out his true feelings: "I don't think that old villain is sincere in helping you at all."

The young eunuch wanted to remind the eldest prince not to allow himself to be manipulated by the guards like the emperor did.

The eldest prince also understood what he wanted to say and scolded him harshly: "Shut up and be careful with your tongue."

How could he not know Wei Jie's evil ambitions?

So what? He has no other choice. No matter which of the three princes of King Cheng succeeds to the throne, neither of them will have an easy life. No matter how insidious and cunning Wei Jie is, he and he are in the same boat.

He can only choose Weijie, and Weijie can only choose him.

7410 overheard the conversation in the pavilion. After the people left, it quickly flashed back to Su Jun and reported what it had heard. "The one who was talking to Chu Muyang was the eldest prince. They mentioned Prince Cheng."

Hearing the words "King Cheng", Su Jun became noticeably nervous.

7410 then added: "Don't worry, Chu Muyang didn't do anything to him. He just told the eldest prince to ignore Prince Cheng and focus on dealing with the third prince."

Don’t care about King Cheng?

This is not Chu Muyang's style. According to his code of conduct, he will not let go of any potential threats.

Is it...

Is it because of him?

This idea scared Su Jun and he quickly rejected it.

How is it possible that Chu Muyang would allow King Cheng to become stronger just because he doesn't care about his own life?

He must be plotting something else.

Su Jun was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure walking in through the door.

When he realized that Chu Muyang had come, he had already squatted down, with his chin gently resting on his knees, looking at him obediently with those beautiful eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Su Jun's mind was blank. Chu Muyang's long, slightly curly hair stood up, showing a bit of maturity, with some gray hair on his temples. He reached out his hand curiously and touched it, and felt some white powder.

“Are you fake?”

Chu Muyang chuckled, "I'm still young, it can't be true"

He carefully wiped the powder off Su Jun's fingertips and kissed him on his lips.

Su Jun immediately pulled his hand away like a frightened rabbit.

Looking at his empty palm, Chu Muyang couldn't help feeling a little lost.

It seems like they can never go back to the way they were before...

He raised his eyes and noticed a roll of drawing paper placed next to the couch. A smile appeared in his eyes. He picked up the painting and wanted to see what Su Jun had drawn.

Spread out the painting, and the mountains and clouds come into view.

“Great painting”

He praised sincerely, glanced at Su Jun's indifferent face and raised his lips slightly, "There are countless beautiful sights in the world. If there is a chance, I will accompany you to see them."

“No need to”

What's the point of taking Chu Muyang to see the scenery? It's good enough if it doesn't ruin the view.

There was sarcasm in Su Jun's words.

Chu Muyang put the painting aside without getting annoyed, and sighed with regret, "Then there is nothing I can do. It's a pity that in such a big world, only my side can provide a safe haven for the young master."

He was obviously warning Su Jun not to have any other thoughts. Su Jun was disgusted by his words and couldn't help but cast a disgusted look at Chu Muyang.

Feeling Su Jun's annoyance, Chu Muyang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He frowned slightly at first, then smiled again and leaned closer to Su Jun, whispering and asking with a smile: "Do you want to be the queen?"