All night, Chu Xuanzhen kept a constant watch over the unconscious Shen Yangge.
Early the next morning, Chu Xuanzhen hastily tidied himself up, took Shen Yangge with him, and left the tent. He glanced toward the mountain, which had stopped emitting smoke, then calmly looked away.
System 615 was on the verge of being driven mad. The male lead had spent the previous night threatening it, saying that if it did not wake its host, he would find a way to drag it out and hack it to pieces.
It had not dared say a word or reveal the slightest hint of its presence. It kept praying for its host to wake up soon, but it knew perfectly well that he would not wake anytime soon. He had overused his power and was now in a recovery period.
He would probably remain unconscious for three or four days.
So System 615 could only play dead.
After all, if Database detected any collusion between it and the male lead, it would be completely erased.
It had worked so hard to reach its current position and had developed a fairly complete consciousness. How was being erased by Database any different from a person being killed?
It had no other choice.
On the second morning of Shen Yangge's coma.
Chu Xuanzhen sank into a despondent state, a chilling coldness radiating from his entire body. Everyone who wanted to see him had to steel themselves before going into his tent to report.
The Eighth Prince had suffered the most over the past two days. Being punished with feeding the horses was bad enough, but several of Xue Pingyuan's subordinates also pestered him every day, urging him to apologize to his imperial brother.
Sure, he had caused the trouble, but he had already been punished.