Jian Ruonan: [Hold hands with the Fourth Prince, that darkened weapon of mass destruction, and watch porn of his dad and his pregnant concubine? Turtle, are you serious?]
[What if the Fourth Prince doesn't turn dark, but turns dirty instead?!]
Dog System: [We have to whitewash him anyway. Yellow is a lighter color than black. That kid Black Tortoise is wildly unreliable, but this suggestion does have some merit.]
Jian Ruonan: [...]
You're not much more reliable yourself!
Black Tortoise System: [Fifth Miss, you only need to hold hands. My magic is mighty enough to keep the Fourth Prince from seeing anything. Just hold his hand, and you can enjoy the fine film all by yourself.]
Jian Ruonan: [...]
Damn it, how could such an absurd suggestion be so tempting!
[You may withdraw for now. We'll discuss this later.]
Black Tortoise System: [As you command!]
The Fourth Prince's Residence.
Dantai Mo stood before his desk, holding a book.
He wore a loose silk robe patterned with pine, bamboo, and plum-the Three Friends of Winter-with a gold cord fastened at his waist. A white, round-collared inner garment set off his cool, pale complexion, lending him an air of refined, otherworldly grace.
At some point, the chilling bloodlust in Dantai Mo's eyes had gradually softened.
Anyone seeing him for the first time would have praised him as an elegant young gentleman.
He was crisp as a green pine, clear and bright as a mountain breeze.
Like a figure from a painting, or an immortal descended to earth.
But this beautiful scene was soon shattered by a turtle's voice.
Black Tortoise System: [Good news, good news! Xiaosi, you've hit the jackpot! The Fifth Miss is coming to hold your hand~~~]
Dantai Mo: [...Hold hands?]
The Black Tortoise System grew so excited that