Where Is the Corpse?

"Are you still human?"

"How could you do something like this?"

"Wretched son, doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

Faced with Red-Eyes' three deadly questions, Jiang You looked at the sky, the ground, and her fingernails—in short, she refused to answer.

After Red-Eyes had vented and calmed down, he found the situation somewhat laughable.

That illusion, so real it was almost intoxicating—thinking about it now, he actually didn't know whether waking up had been a good thing.

Perhaps remaining forever lost in the illusion until he perished would have been a decent way to die.

Now that he had awakened from the illusion and was facing the desolate courtyard, the deep moonlight, and the half of himself that remained, his heart held nothing but infinite desolation.

"I knew I shouldn't have come out. I shouldn't have used my true body to walk through this world.

I had been careful, hiding myself for so many years without incident. Yet the moment you dug out my true body, only half of me remained!

You really are a wretched son. You were born just to ruin your father!"

He mocked Jiang You coldly.

"But I doubt you expected Chen Meiyu to be the final winner, did you?

I reckon she had been waiting for you to dig out my true body. You went to such lengths, only to end up making wedding clothes for someone else. How does that feel?"

Jiang You was rarely left speechless by him.

Still, she replied, "I'm not good at playing chess, but Chen Meiyu is clearly an excellent player. That's how life in this world is—you scheme against others, and others scheme against you. I was simply outmatched. It's not something worth getting angry about.

"Right now, I only want to know whether Chen Meiyu took something from you."