He couldn't move his hands or his feet.
He had fewer than three or four pieces of clothing left. If he kept losing like this, he would probably lose even his underpants.
The thought of that scene made Shen Yangge squirm all over. He felt he needed to try a different approach instead of continuing to guess like this. After all, he didn't know Chu Xuanzhen as well as Chu Xuanzhen knew him.
Even when he thought his guess was right, Chu Xuanzhen could simply deny it.
So Shen Yangge switched to guessing the things and dishes the other man liked. He was, after all, someone with the script in hand. The plot fragments he had received had mentioned Chu Xuanzhen's preferences at least five or six times.
The things he disliked had also been clearly indicated. Although System 615 had long since told him that he had transmigrated into a novel, Shen Yangge still couldn't completely purge those plot memories from his mind, because the story was far too similar, and its course was much the same.
If not for his sudden appearance, Shen Yangge doubted that this world and Chu Xuanzhen himself would have followed the plot fragments he had received.
At some point, the candles in the room had nearly burned down. Outside the hall, an eunuch paced anxiously back and forth. A young eunuch beside him ventured cautiously, "Godfather, I think the candles in His Highness's room must need replacing by now. Should we...?"
The old eunuch glared at him and reached out to rap him on the head. Then he lowered his voice and said, "What do you know? His Highness might be attending to serious business right now. If we go in to replace the candles or oil lamps and disturb him, we won't