Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His fingertips were icy cold, causing Chu Ziyu to shudder.

"However," he changed the subject, his tone suddenly cooling.

"My way will be completely different from that loser."

"Put away all your tears, despair, and ridiculous suicidal thoughts."

His voice was low and intimidating. "I won't buy it. If you don't want Empress Dowager Liu to be buried with you, you only have two choices here—"

He leaned close to Chu Ziyu's ear, whispering like a lover, but uttered the coldest words:

"Pleasure me perfectly, and be a beautiful, obedient puppet worthy of collection; or..."

He paused, and applied a little force with his fingertips, forcing Chu Ziyu to raise his head and look directly into his cold eyes.

"I will personally strip away all unnecessary emotion and resistance from you until only your most basic, obedient instincts remain—and believe me, it will not be pleasant."

Chu Ziyu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar "Lin Ci'an" in front of him, and his heart sank to the bottom.

(This is too much... I really stirred up a hornet's nest this time...)

Chu Ziyu felt his scalp tingling.

However, the following days were not as unbearable as Chu Ziyu had expected.

He soon discovered that this secondary personality, who seemed cold, evil, and harsh in words, actually had a strange and thoughtful way of doing things.

The breeze blows across the newly blooming peonies, bringing a hint of fragrance.

Chu Ziyu sat alone in the pavilion, wrapped in a slightly loose moon-white suit. The sunlight fell on his overly pale face, making it appear somewhat transparent.

(6872, how long can the physical condition simulation last?)

Chu Ziyu asked in his heart, his eyes still looking at the fish in the pond with empty eyes, perfectly playing the role of a mentally exhausted patient.

(Replying to the master, according to the parameters you set for 'recovering from a serious illness' + 'excessive worry', the simulated physical signs are currently stable.

When you "fainted" on the day your secondary personality appeared, the imperial physician diagnosed you with "excessive shock and loss of heart blood," and strictly advised you to rest absolutely, avoid fatigue, and avoid worrying.

You can rest assured that I will do the job.)

System 6872's tone carried a hint of seeking credit.

(Um.)

Chu Ziyu responded almost imperceptibly.

(That's a good reason to use.)

He looked at the fish swimming in the pond, his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

A young eunuch hurried over and reported in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the Regent is waiting for you in the study."

The sunlight was cut by the thick window lattices and had lost its warmth when it entered the room, leaving only cold spots of light.

Lin Ci'an sat behind the large desk that originally belonged to the emperor, holding a purple-hair brush between his fingers, and was quickly annotating on a memorial.

When Chu Ziyu came over, he stopped not far from the desk, like a lifeless jade sculpture.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the tip of his spotless shoe, as if he wanted to see a hole there.

The intricate cloud patterns seemed to spin, trying to devour his last bit of dignity.

Under the wide cuffs, his fingers were tightly clenched, his nails dug deep into his palms, trying to use that sharp pain to maintain his shaky calm.

"Your Majesty, Mo."

Lin Ci'an's voice suddenly rang out.

Chu Ziyu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He didn't move, still maintaining that silent attitude of resistance, but his breathing seemed to be a little shallower.

The rustling sound of reviewing memorials stopped.

Lin Ci'an slowly raised his eyes. There was no anger in those deep eyes, only a cold scrutiny that seemed to penetrate the skin.

His eyes fell on Chu Ziyu's tense profile.

"Do you need me to teach Your Majesty how to grind ink?"

He said it calmly, his tone could even be described as "peaceful", but it was more frightening than any harsh words.

"Or," he said in a slightly drawn-out tone, and the pen on his fingertips tapped the table lightly, making a slight sound.

"Your Majesty would prefer to have someone more 'obedient' to do this job?"

The air freezes.

Chu Ziyu's fingertips pinched into his palm.

He still didn't look up or move, but the slight trembling could not be completely suppressed.

Lin Ci'an didn't seem to expect his answer, but spoke in a casual tone as if he was talking about the weather.

He added lightly, but his eyes never left Chu Ziyu, capturing every slightest reaction from him:

"By the way, it seems the Empress Dowager has called in the imperial physician today, and there's quite a bit of activity. I hope..."

He paused deliberately and began to write again. The rustling sound of cinnabar cutting through the paper mixed with his emotionless voice.

"It's just a common cold. After all, the old man is old, and he's most susceptible to illness during the spring and autumn seasons. If he worries too much, I'm afraid... a small cold can lead to a disaster."