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"The blackening value is reduced by 10%. The current blackening value is 45%."

As Chu Ziyu's voice fell in the house, Qin Ci'an did not respond immediately. He just looked gloomy and walked towards Chu Ziyu step by step, stepping on the scattered broken porcelain pieces beside him, making a crisp sound.

"No acting, no laughing matter."

Chu Ziyu sneered, "The prince is magnanimous now, not as aggressive as before." But his heart was filled with turmoil.

At this time, Qin Ci'an stopped, stared at Chu Ziyu, and said softly: "Qin Yu, stop making trouble, don't you want to taste the lotus root powder cake?"

Qin Ci'an's words sounded completely irrelevant to Changfeng. Changfeng looked at his prince and Qin Yu in confusion, not understanding the deep meaning hidden behind these seemingly unrelated words.

But for Qin Yu, these words were like a thunderclap, exploding in his ears.

Changfeng saw that after hearing the prince's words, Qin Yu's originally straight body began to tremble involuntarily, as if he had received a great shock.

Chu Ziyu immediately understood that Qin Ci'an had recovered his memories of his previous life.

I thought to myself, "Tsk, the script has changed."

The shoes made a sound when they stepped on the porcelain tiles, but Chu Ziyu did not move. The stern look on his face that he had forced himself to maintain collapsed in an instant.

The lotus root powder and sugar cake was something Qin Yu brought to see Qin Ci'an for the last time after he was imprisoned in his previous life. Of course, Qin Ci'an was full of hatred for him at that time, so how could he eat it? The final destination of that lotus root powder and sugar cake was nothing more than being covered with dust and trampled into mud.

"Since the prince knows everything, why not go to another place and have a more peaceful life? We are all going to die anyway, so why bother saving me?"

Qin Ci'an frowned. He knew that Qin Yu was trying to provoke him and wanted him to put him in jail.

"Why?" Doubt crept into Qin Ci'an's mind.

Qin Ci'an didn't say anything else, but covered Chu Ziyu with the fox fur coat he was wearing, put his hands on Chu Ziyu's shoulders, and picked him up.

"Then change the place."

Qin Ci'an looked at the person in his arms. He didn't know when Qin Yu became so light, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. His heart was full of surprise and distress, and his hands tightened unconsciously.

Qin Yu's eyes were staring blankly into space, with a look of panic on his face as if he was suddenly picked up. However, behind that panic, there seemed to be a sense of relief in his eyes, as if this was how it should be.

Qin Yu stayed quietly in Qin Ci'an's arms, as if he was cherishing the last moments together. Two incense sticks had passed away before Qin Ci'an passed away. He couldn't help but speak. His residence was only a cup of tea away from the dungeon, so how could it have taken so long to get there?

He fumbled and grabbed Qin Ci'an's collar, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Perhaps because the little blind man couldn't see, his movements seemed a little clumsy, and he even inadvertently messed up Qin Ci'an's neat clothes.

Not only that, the slightly upturned corners of his lips unconsciously brushed across the delicate skin of Qin Ci'an's neck, bringing a faint touch.

"Where are we going? This isn't the way to the dungeon."

"Don't you want to go somewhere else? I didn't say I wanted to go to the dungeon."

In addition to the dungeon, the palace also has a place for punishing servants, called the Forbidden Pavilion, which is a place known to everyone in the palace.

"Forbidden Pavilion?" Qin Yu asked.

Qin Ci'an suddenly leaned close to his ear, and hot air sprayed on his earlobe.

"My bed."