Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu almost stumbled out of Changle Palace, until the cold draft hit his face, which seemed to slightly dispel the suffocating warm fragrance and humiliation in the palace.

Without stopping, he walked straight to a secluded corridor corner not far away. After making sure that there was no one around, he leaned slightly against the cold pillar and lowered his head as if he had lost strength.

And Lin Ci'an was following behind him.

"I was dying of suffocation! I almost burst out laughing in there!"

"That's pretty much the beginning... 6872, how's Xiao An doing? Is the main personality awake?"

"He woke up early. I'm so sorry for you. His strength is a little weak, suppressed by his secondary personality. However, he can still sense the outside world. Everything is under control."

Chu Ziyu couldn't help but want to curl up the corners of his mouth, and quickly covered it up with a cough.

"Ahem... That's great! I put so much effort into the performance that it made my liver hurt."

Lin Ci'an lay quietly on the glazed tiles at the corner, looking down at the figure below who was leaning against the pillar, as if unable to bear the weight.

The composure he had forced himself to maintain in the hall had long been shattered. At this moment, the young emperor seemed to have lost all his support and leaned softly against the cold pillar.

The black dragon robe that symbolized supremacy was now so wide that it was almost heavy, making his figure look even thinner and bony, as if he would be crushed by the heavy gold embroidery thread at any moment.

The hand with distinct knuckles pressed against the cold pillar tightly, exerting so much force that a pale arc appeared.

He heard the sound of suppressed retching and saw the other person raise his hand to cover his lips tightly.

Lin Ci'an's fingers gripping the tiles tightened unconsciously.

The bleak winter sun cast a few rays sparingly, outlining Chu Ziyu's profile.

Like a precious piece of porcelain that was thrown hard on the ground and was still covered with cracks after being put back together, I was afraid that if I breathed a little harder, I would shatter it completely.

For the first time, the feeling of satisfaction in Lin Ci'an's chest that came with absolute control did not emerge as expected.

Instead, there was a more unfamiliar, sharp feeling of stagnation, which gnawed at his usually cold defenses.

(…Is this…a step too far?)

This thought popped into his mind like a ghost without warning.

(Pushing him into this situation... watching him hide in this deserted corner and retch secretly even in extreme pain... could this... really be what I want?)

That pale face, that slight trembling, those red eyes that were trying hard to hold back tears...

Every detail became clearer than ever before, and turned into invisible needles, piercing into a corner deep in his consciousness that he himself had not even noticed.

(shake?)

How could he doubt his own decision?

This is simply ridiculous!

This weak and useless emotion...doesn't belong to him!

This strange, uncontrolled feeling of shaking frightened him more than any frontal attack.

Lin Ci'an suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the chaos that had surged in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed.

Almost in a panic, he suddenly turned around and left, his black robe casting a shadow on the roof.

It seemed that as long as he escaped from that sight, he could completely get rid of the unnecessary hesitation and the pale and fragile figure.

At this moment, Lin Ci'an didn't know that turning around and leaving for a moment would become a regret that would repeatedly burn his heart and lungs for countless days and nights in the future.

However, as soon as Chu Ziyu turned out of the corridor in front of Changle Palace, he ran into a rather flamboyant figure head-on - Prince Cheng, the younger brother of the late emperor, and his uncle Chu Rui.

Chu Rui is a typical playboy, and what he is best at is currying favor with the powerful and reading people's expressions.

He was naturally the one who heard the recent rumors in the court about the regent's change of attitude towards the young emperor most clearly.

Chu Ziyu wanted to lower his head and avoid it, but it was too late.

"Hey, isn't this His Majesty?"

Chu Rui stopped, drew out his voice, and hastily bowed as a gesture of greeting, with an undisguised smile of contempt on his face.

"Did you just come out of the Empress Dowager's palace? Why do you look so grim? Did the Empress Dowager scold you?"

Chu Ziyu pursed his lips, not wanting to entangle with him, and just wanted to walk around him: "Uncle, you are worrying too much, I am fine."

Chu Rui deliberately stepped aside, blocking his way again, and looked Chu Ziyu up and down as if he was examining a fallen antique.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Your Majesty?"

He scoffed, his voice low but loud enough for the palace attendants standing nearby with their heads bowed to hear faintly. "Your Majesty is a very busy man these days, serving the Prince Regent daily. It's truly... tiring."

He emphasized the four words "serving with pen and ink" very strongly, making them full of obscene innuendo.

The air around them seemed to be stagnant, and the palace maids lowered their heads even lower, wishing they could bury themselves in the floor tiles.

Chu Ziyu's face turned pale in an instant, and all the blood color was gone, even worse than when he was in Changle Palace just now.

The feeling of humiliation was like a red-hot iron, burning his heart.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Rui, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger and a hint of pleading.

"you……"

"What am I?"

Chu Rui took a step closer, almost touching Chu Ziyu's ear, and smiled coldly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"My dear nephew, do you still think you are a noble emperor?

Wake up! Everyone in and outside the palace knows that you are just a bird in Lin Ci'an's palm. If he tells you to go east, do you dare to go west? Huh?

He stretched out his hand and extremely rudely dusted Chu Ziyu's collar, which was actually dust-free. His action was frivolous and insulting.

"If you listen to the regent, you might suffer less. Otherwise..."

Chu Rui's tone of voice was drawn out meaningfully, his eyes glancing towards Changle Palace. "I'm afraid you won't even have a peaceful day, huh?"