We're saved!
When Cheng Shi and Zhen Xin realized Memory wasn't pursuing them anymore, they knew their gamble had paid off.
This sealed painting of Memory was the only bug in this whole archive!
But its power was so terrifying that the two of them fell into thought once again.
Before long, Zhen Xin furrowed her brow and looked up.
"Tell me, what memory does He need to forget so badly that something He sealed away can still affect Him at this very moment?
I'm getting more and more curious, Cheng Shi. Don't tell me you just came up here to look around. Where's the tongue? The ears? And... that mysterious mouth?"
As she spoke, Zhen Xin's gaze shifted back to Cheng Shi's mouth.
Cheng Shi's expression darkened. "You've got some nerve bringing that up. If you hadn't snuck back here, would I be in this mess?"
"How interesting. If you hadn't snuck back here, would you be in this mess?"
"..."
The two jesters exchanged a look, then, as if reading each other's minds, cursed in unison:
"It's all Long Jing's fault!"
The moment they said it, Long Jing came sprinting from afar and skidded to a stop in the archive corridor. He stared at the two of them in disbelief, his eyes full of hurt.
Two mouths at 37 degrees came to a total of 74 degrees. How could they say something so cold?
If either of you had just said, "Memory's right behind me," would I have dared to run my mouth like that?
How could this possibly be my fault?
Let's stick to the facts. If you'd stayed put and not snuck back, would you have gone through all this!?
But now that he was here, what could he do?
So President Gong, fuming with indignation,