Autumn Mountain, the Ancestral Land of the Imperial Mausoleum.
Little Bad King only briefly mentioned Liu Sanshui before rather abruptly changing the subject. "Before I killed Chu Meidan, I learned a secret from him that wasn't really a secret. He told me that even after someone died, a tattoo made with Concealed Phosphor Powder could still be examined on the corpse to determine roughly when it had been applied."
Old Cao still looked utterly bewildered. "What do you mean? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about...!"
Neither hurried nor impatient, Little Bad King raised an arm and pointed at Old Cao's waist. "When did you get your tattoo?"
Old Cao gritted his teeth and secretly clenched his fists. "I nearly died that night because you tampered with things behind the scenes?!"
"What else?" Little Bad King admitted it openly. "I already reminded you just now that you and Chu Meidan weren't alike, yet you stubbornly insisted on treating me like a brainless pig. Or... you thought I knew nothing and was only bluffing."
After a brief silence, Old Cao's expression returned to normal, and he shook his head slightly. "I never thought you were stupid. A stupid person couldn't have brought me here. Nor did I think you were bluffing. I merely wanted to tell you that I would never tell anyone the secret behind the tattoo on my waist."
"You're still implying that you could never betray the Third Seat, aren't you?" Little Bad King looked at him with disappointment filling his eyes. "Why, even now that things have reached this point, do you still insist on painting yourself as an incomparably loyal, unyielding man? Doesn't it feel fake to you? Don't you think... your performance is sickening?!"
"Why insist on doing this? Surely you don't still