I could have managed another chapter, but my fingers were frozen stiff. All I wanted was to hug my Warm Water Bag—temperatures were well below zero, the toilet was outside, and I had diarrhea. In short, I was planting a flag for twelve thousand words tomorrow.
The carriage wheels rumbled on, gradually leaving the still-glittering Wangjiang Restaurant behind.
Yet Sun Shaozong's thoughts remained fixed on the moment he had bid Jiang Yuhan farewell.
Though Jiang Yuhan had never lacked schemes or cunning in the past, there had always been a certain frailty about him that inevitably made people think of the man behind him.
Today, however, was different. The irrepressible excitement in his every gesture and the deliberately deepened, bolder tone of his voice all proclaimed to the world that Jiang Yuhan was no longer some submissive creature from this day onward, but a man who stood tall beneath heaven and earth.
Until...
Prince Zhongshun emerged with a group of burly servants.
Then Sun Shaozong had the pleasure of witnessing a change of face...
No!
It was a determined "change of sex."
One moment Jiang Yuhan had been every inch a rugged man; the next, he was utterly delicate and alluring, without the slightest trace of "masculine vigor." That sweet, coquettish "Prince" of his even made the two palace dancers, who had only just recovered from the effects of the drug, turn to look at him.
Seeing him humble himself so completely before Prince Zhongshun, Feng Ziying and Liu Xianglian alike felt bitterly sorry for him and aggrieved on his behalf.
Jia Lian alone watched with dazzled admiration, as though he had found the goal of his life.
"I'm talking to you! Get up! Get the hell up!"
"Why are you rolling up that piece of junk? Just hold it