Shen Yangge was just about to step over the Crown Prince when he suddenly remembered he was "going commando." He instantly tried to pull his foot back, but his toes had, of all things, caught on the ties of the Crown Prince's underrobe.
Then, after a faint rustle...
He happened to undo two loosely fastened ties.
He really had happened to undo them...
Shen Yangge didn't dare move at all. He was afraid that if he moved, his toes would tug on the ties and pull the underrobe open, inadvertently baring the Crown Prince's chest and stomach.
They were both men, so there shouldn't have been anything to fuss over, but it was still a matter of privacy. Especially in a dynasty like this, people took such things very seriously.
If a woman was seen naked, she would have to marry the man who saw her.
Of course, a man seeing another man didn't have to...
Wait, why was he thinking about that? The more pressing question was how he was supposed to step over the Crown Prince!
[-Why don't you just strangle me and spare me all this agonizing!]
[-I'm done for, I'm done for! I don't dare move at all!]
System 615: [Host, the system has an idea, but I don't know whether it will work.]
At a time like this, if it had an idea, it should spit it out! They wouldn't know whether it worked until they tried.
System 615 said slowly: [Here's the idea, Host. You could reach over and brace your hand beside the male lead's neck, then flip right over.]
Was it sure he wouldn't send the Crown Prince flying if he did that?
System 615 fell silent, then went offline with a ding.
Left to figure things out alone again, Shen Yangge regretted letting his mouth run off and getting sarcastic with the system.
But he'd already said it. There was no taking it back.
The Crown Prince kept staring at Shen Yangge. There seemed to be a trace of barely discernible "desire" in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, too quickly to catch.
By the time Shen Yangge gathered his wits, the Crown Prince's gaze had returned to its usual placidity.
"Your Highness, could you move back a little farther?"
He couldn't move at all right now, but the Crown Prince could!
As long as the Crown Prince was willing, he could lift Shen Yangge's foot off his ties!
Of course, having read the book, Shen Yangge knew the Crown Prince was something of a germaphobe. How could he possibly touch his foot? At most, he would draw a longsword from the gap beside the bed and chop his foot off.
That thought made Shen Yangge panic even more.
Exactly! The Crown Prince would, at most, draw a longsword from the gap beside the bed and chop his foot off!
How much would that hurt?!
That kind of pain wouldn't kill him instantly, and there was no button to switch it off.
"Perhaps I should just..."
Before he could finish, the Crown Prince raised his hand.
This bastard was so unpredictable that Shen Yangge had no idea what he intended to do next. His gaze was terrifyingly sinister right now.
Was he really going to chop his foot off?!
Shen Yangge no longer cared about embarrassment. He yanked his foot back, and the ties caught on his toes pulled the other man's underrobe open with a swish...
If he was guilty of something, please just execute him on the spot!
Anything but leaving him staring awkwardly into the eyes of the Crown Prince, whose chest and stomach were now bare.
Thank goodness the Crown Prince wasn't wearing a full-length robe. Otherwise, he could have slit his own throat in apology right then!
Shen Yangge reached out and pulled the Crown Prince's underrobe closed.
His soft hair brushed across the Crown Prince's chest, bringing a cool tickle. The Crown Prince's deep eyes instantly darkened further.
Yet Shen Yangge, oblivious to what was happening, was still wondering how he would be tortured next.
After all, he had inadvertently seen the Crown Prince's body, even if it was only the upper half.
[-Kill me or carve me up, whatever you please. Preferably just kill me outright, and everyone will be happy!]
[-Are you even a man? You're dragging your feet over killing someone! You're disgracing all of Great Chu.]
[-Are you really the Crown Prince? You must be a fake!]
As Shen Yangge furiously cursed him inwardly, he tucked his neck farther and farther into his collar.
He couldn't help it. He really couldn't stand the Crown Prince's scorching yet chilling gaze.
615 seemed about to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
"Shen Zhuanxie."
Holy shit, this bastard finally spoke after being silent for so long. But why was his voice so low and hoarse, as though he was desperately holding something back?
Before Shen Yangge could work it out, the Crown Prince took the foot he had already withdrawn into his palm. It had neither a woman's delicacy nor a man's ruggedness. Its contours were beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and there was a distinct black mole on his ankle.
The Crown Prince lightly rubbed his thumb over that black mole.
His ankle was one of this body's sensitive spots. The touch sent a shudder through Shen Yangge's entire body, and he felt goosebumps rise all over him. He hurriedly tried to pull his foot back.
But once a turtle had stuck its head out and someone had seized it, how could it easily withdraw?
So, no matter how long Shen Yangge tugged, he couldn't pull his foot free.
The Crown Prince kept his foot firmly clasped in his palm.
The Crown Prince said hoarsely, "If Shen Zhuanxie lost a leg, would he finally behave himself and stay by my side?"
He wasn't asking Shen Yangge a question. He was making a statement.
[-Fuck, you fucking Crown Prince! You really do want to chop my foot off. Why don't you cut to the chase and chop my head off instead? How am I supposed to live with only one leg? Not that I particularly want to live anyway.]
The Crown Prince listened quietly, then gripped his foot and turned onto his side to face Shen Yangge, reaching over with his other hand as well.
Remembering someone's sword hidden in the gap beside the bed, Shen Yangge hurriedly reached out and caught that approaching hand.
Then he saw the surprise in the Crown Prince's eyes.
But it was quickly concealed.
Practice had made Shen Yangge a proficient actor. He said timidly:
"Your Highness, if I lose this leg, I won't be able to brave mountains of blades and seas of fire for you. You would also lose a chronicler who follows closely at your side to record your daily life."
What a beautifully worded speech. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought he was utterly sincere.
In truth, he only wanted to avoid having a leg chopped off.
[-Just chop my head off instead. Just chop my head off instead. Just chop my head off instead...]
Although he repeated those words countless times, Shen Yangge knew it was impossible.
This fucking Crown Prince would never let him die so easily. He must have thought up plenty of ways to torment him; it simply wasn't time to "act" yet.
Once the Crown Prince grew thoroughly tired of their current way of getting along...
That would be the moment Shen Yangge fell into despair.
No one else could understand what it felt like to want to die yet be unable to.
The Crown Prince kneaded the exquisitely smooth bare foot in his palm with all five fingers. His thoughts really did match the little bastard's suspicions: he wanted to cut this foot off, then do everything possible to preserve it and keep it by his side.
If Shen Yangge could hear his thoughts, his face would surely have changed color right then.
"Your Highness?"
Why wasn't he responding yet?
Was he really going to chop his foot off?!
Shen Yangge swallowed and made another attempt to save his foot. "Your Highness, I know my crimes are unforgivable and that I deserve ten thousand deaths. But my devotion to you is sincere, and every word I've said is true, without the slightest falsehood. If you don't believe me, you may simply execute me!"
"When a sovereign commands his subject to die, the subject has no choice but to obey. If you intend to act, Your Highness, please do it quickly!"
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