Li Yuheng sighed, "If we're not cute, we're not cute. Anyway, we're an old married couple."
Upon hearing this, Shu Bai's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his fingertips casually fiddled with the tassels of the jade pendant at his waist.
"What a joke, who said we're an old married couple?" His voice was lazy, with a hint of cool teasing. "You can be old all you want, I'm still young."
Shu Bai's fingertips circled the tassels, round and round.
He actually knew that Li Yuheng wasn't drooling.
Even when that bastard is asleep, he still has an arrogant look on his face.
Saliva? Not at all.
He's just deliberately picking a fight.
Because the weight that Li Yuheng was putting on his shoulder had changed.
Just now he was really holding back, but now he feels unsteady, clearly his mind has wandered elsewhere.
Those usually bright and spirited eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly admiring the chaos in the hall, but in reality, their focus was no longer on Jing Hong, but rather scanning back and forth among Xi Feng and the other ghost messengers.
Li Yuheng never speaks when he's annoyed.
He would hum even more off-key songs, subtly shift his weight off his bare shoulders, and pretend to suddenly become very interested in the patterns on his sleeves.
Just like now.
Shu Bai suddenly shrugged, not so much out of disgust as out of frustration that he couldn't stand seeing this idiot brooding over his own troubles.
Upon hearing this, Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Shu Bai's taut jawline.
He suddenly chuckled softly, "Alright then, it'll be an old man and a young man."
"By the way, Shu Bai, there's a line of poetry that I've always thought was exceptionally well-written."
Shu Bai raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
Li Yuheng nodded slightly and read aloud with intonation:
"Having seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant."
He paused, and under Shu Bai's slightly surprised gaze, slowly finished the second half of his sentence:
"Thank you so much, thank you so much."
Shu Bai: "…………"
“Li Yuheng”.
"Um?"
"Those two lines you just recited," Shu Bai said expressionlessly, "were they a line of poetry?"
"How could it not be? The first half of the sentence was written by the ancients, and the second half was composed by me. This is called combining the ancient and the modern, and appealing to both the refined and the common."
He leaned forward and lowered his voice:
"Besides, although the second half of the sentence is straightforward, it is full of sincere feelings. Think about it, once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem tasteless. Doesn't that mean that now that I have you, I can't see anyone else?"
"Since that's the case, what's wrong with saying thank you? Shouldn't I be grateful? Thank God for letting me meet you, thank you for this vast ocean that was willing to take in my lonely boat."
Looking at his self-righteous demeanor, Shu Bai was unsure whether to be angry or amused.
He raised his hand and gently pinched Li Yuheng's chin.
"A lone boat?" Shu Bai squinted. "Are you sure you're just a lone boat, and not the Titanic?"
Li Yuheng took the opportunity to rub his palm against his.
"No, that won't do. The Titanic has sunk, but my ship is meant to carry you for eternity."
He suddenly remembered something and added:
"And you are the only one allowed on my ship."
Shu Bai released his grip and let out a soft snort.
"Who cares?"
“You care,” Li Yuheng said confidently. “If you didn’t care, you should have kicked me away when I came closer.”
He tilted his head, a sly smile on his face.
"But you didn't. Not only did you not, you also let me lean on you for so long."
"...I'm just too lazy to move."
"Hmm, too lazy to move. Oh dear, our greatest strength is laziness, so lazy that we can tolerate a head weighing over 100 pounds pressing on our shoulders."
“…Li Yuheng, if you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.”
…
"Speak up! Are you all mute?! Zhao Wuwang! What on earth is going on?!"
Zhao Wuwang shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking the back of his official robes.
He glanced quickly at the emperor, whose face was ashen on the throne, and then at the third prince beside him, who was surrounded by black mist and looked like he was about to explode.
Finally, his gaze swept over the composed Prince Zhenbei's family, and the Ghost Princess Consort, who, though unseen, was certainly present.
In a flash, the scales in Zhao Wuwang's mind tipped over.
The goal of overthrowing Qin Lu has been achieved, and the position of Commander is within reach.
The most important thing now is to maintain stability.
We absolutely cannot afford to choose the wrong side at this critical juncture and get ourselves into trouble.
This ghost princess can freeze so many vengeful ghosts with ease; her abilities are unfathomable.
The Prince of Zhenbei's mansion still enjoys the Emperor's favor.
The Third Prince's condition is clearly a backlash from evil magic; he's beyond saving.
If we don't distance ourselves now, when will we?
Zhao Wuwang knelt down with a thud, even louder than Qin Lu had, his forehead striking the gold bricks heavily. His voice was choked with sobs, yet it also carried a resolute tone:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wise!"
He suddenly pointed at the Third Prince Jing Hong, who was rolling and screaming on the ground, his heart filled with grief and indignation:
"Your Highness, this...this is no ordinary illness! This is a sign of the backlash from evil magic, Your Majesty!"
"I have just examined him carefully. His Highness is surrounded by deathly aura and wailing spirits. It is clear that he has been imprisoned for a long time and his soul has been refined, which has led to the entry of Yin energy into his body and the feedback of evil power!"
"I dare to swear on my life that the evil spirits that attacked the palace today originated from the same source as the malevolent energy within His Highness the Third Prince! Someone must have been secretly manipulating things, intending to do something wicked, but ended up getting themselves killed!"
His words shocked the entire hall.
This is tantamount to directly exposing the Third Prince's practice of cultivating ghosts to the public.
Although everyone had some guesses, the confirmation made personally by the Deputy Commander of the Spirit Suppression Division (who is about to be promoted) carries a completely different weight.
The emperor trembled with rage, pointing at Zhao Wuwang: "You...you're talking nonsense! Hong'er...how could he..."
"His Majesty!"
Zhao Wuwang went all out and kowtowed again, his voice filled with sorrow and tragedy.
“Every word I have said is true! There are relevant records in the Zhenling Division. His Highness the Third Prince has been behaving strangely lately, and has been in contact with evil sorcerers on multiple occasions. I... I have long suspected this, but I have no concrete evidence and dare not speak rashly!”
Keep it up! Keep working hard! You need to put in the effort to climb the ladder!
My hair has been falling out incredibly fast lately; if I don't get promoted soon, I'll be too old!
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