The Eighth Prince rubbed his nose awkwardly, sighed, poured himself another cup of tea, and took a sip.
"My imperial brother does act rather wildly at times, but he knows his limits. You needn't be afraid."
They really were brothers. No matter whom they were dealing with, the two always stood on the same side.
Shen Yangge lay back down on the bed and rolled over, unwilling to bother with the Eighth Prince anymore. He felt that being around the Eighth Prince would make him stupid.
"Get some rest. If you need someone to attend to you, just call out. The servants are waiting outside."
The Eighth Prince set down his teacup after speaking. He took two steps, then paused to add, "I can tell my imperial brother cares a great deal about you."
The door clicked shut. Shen Yangge rolled over to face the closed door and sank into thought. If the Eighth Prince hadn't left so quickly, he might have seen the conflicted expression on Shen Yangge's face.
Bored, Shen Yangge tried every way he could think of to undo the thing around his wrist. Whether he rubbed it against the wall or set it on the floor and found something to smash it with, nothing worked.
The thing was incredibly sturdy. Even after straining with all his might, he couldn't break it open.
Whenever Chu Xuanzhen was there, he would temporarily release him and carry him to relieve himself. Once he left, every time Shen Yangge needed to pee, he could only swallow his humiliation and call for a servant to bring a bucket.
He had no idea what was going on with System 615, either. Ever since Chu Xuanzhen had captured him, it had been out of contact. He had tried reaching 615, but every attempt