As Shen Ye fled the study in a panic, he felt as if he had survived a disaster. His heart was pounding rapidly like a charging engine.

Why does he act like a monster when he gets angry?

'Bang—'

My head slammed into a solid chest, and my brain shook so violently it felt like it was going to pop out!

Are you alright?

"It's...nothing!" Shen Ye said, rubbing his head.

Xuan Yin smiled meaningfully at Shen Ye: "What are you thinking about so intently?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Shen Ye paused, then continued, "Lord Xuan Yin, may I ask you something?"

"Hmm? Go ahead and speak." Xuan Yin still had that same smiling face.

"Does His Highness have some strange illness? Or... some incurable disease?" Shen Ye couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"Hehe—why do you ask that?"

"No... I was just asking casually. I'll take my leave now."

"Hey, wait a minute, we need to paint portraits of the imperial concubines tomorrow. You should come and help out, we're short-handed." Xuan Yin's voice was gentle, yet contained an irresistible power.

“He’s not available tomorrow! We need to find someone else if we don’t have enough manpower!” Lian Jingzhi stood behind Shen Ye, looking down at him with disdain.

"Alright." Xuan Yin was somewhat disappointed. He bowed and left, giving Shen Ye a meaningful look before he left.

With a fawning smile, Shen Ye turned around and said, "Your Highness, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"Did I let you go?" he asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Shen Ye was puzzled. "Does Your Highness have any instructions?"

“You stayed in my bedroom until the wee hours of the morning last night,” Lian Jingzhi continued, talking to himself.

Shen Ye was getting impatient. "Last night, His Highness was unwell, and you sent all the maids you sent in to serve him away. I was afraid that His Highness would die, so I took care of him myself. Is that not allowed?"

Lian Jingzhi stared intently at Shen Ye, "Speak, what happened last night...?"

"There's nothing there." Shen Ye gritted his teeth, feigning composure: "Your Highness may not remember since you were unconscious. You slept very soundly last night and didn't wake up at all. Is there anything else? If not, I'll take my leave."

His face suddenly darkened. "You dare to walk? Believe me, I'll break your legs!"

"You won't let me leave, yet you have no orders for me to do. What does Your Highness mean by this?"

"I want to take a bath, go fetch some water!" With that, he turned and left, leaving Shen Ye alone, bewildered in the wind.

"Damn it!" Shen Ye really wished he could stab this plague god with his sword right now.

"Host, don't be impulsive! Resurrection is the priority! A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!" The little cutie's soft, bun-like voice suddenly rang out, though it was secretly laughing inside.

"Damn! I feel like I'm going to commit suicide if I keep putting up with this. I've met all sorts of people, but I've never seen such a weirdo. I've never seen anything like it in my life!"

"Host, calm down. You've persevered for so long, what's a little more time? Keep going, victory is just around the corner!"

"Go to hell with you! I was bullied so badly, and you never came to my aid. You only show up when I don't need you!"

'I'm very busy too, you know...'

"What are you still standing there for? Do I have to come and invite you myself?" Lian Jingzhi's cold voice rang out.

"Coming right now." Shen Ye rolled his eyes at the tattered book in front of him. If he could, he would tear it to shreds without hesitation, so shreds that even its own mother wouldn't recognize it!