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Zhangsun Wuji was helping to wipe her face, and his hand froze when he heard this line. Seconds later, he looked at her and raised an eyebrow. ”So do you think that we chase you because of your marvelous looks?”

When Meng Fuyao heard that, she knew that His Highness was unhappy and she smiled sheepishly. Though she kept quiet, her eyes gleamed in mischief and her look conveyed what she wanted to say. 'I think that looks are still very important, and there's an 80% chance that looks are partly why you guys like me. However, my skin is not that thick, and I'm not daring enough to say this, so just accept it.'

Zhangsun Wuji kept his napkin and sighed. ”Luckily, it's me… If it was that bad-tempered one here, he would probably let you bleed straight away.”

However, Meng Fuyao was indignant. She raised her chin high and said, ”Am I wrong? Am I wrong?”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Terrible error!” Zhangsun Wuji smirked. ”You're, in fact, insulting us by saying it this way.”

”How serious,” Meng Fuyao muttered under her breath. ”Alright, I admit. You guys are lofty and unsullied, and are never moved by others' appearances.” Then, she looked around at the surroundings. Seeing that they were surrounded by low-lying houses fenced up with short walls, she frowned. ”What is this place?” she asked.

”Seems like it's where eunuchs and servants live in,” Zhangsun Wuji said. ”You know that eunuchs and attendants who committed mistakes, or are too old or ill, will be relocated to other quarters.”

”More like throwing them to one side to let them perish on their own.” Meng Fuyao instantly understood, and she sighed. ”They are all pitiful people… Let's go. We can find another chance a few days later to settle those bastards.”

She had just turned around when Zhangsun Wuji suddenly exclaimed. ”Oh?”

When Meng Fuyao looked back, she saw that Zhangsun Wuji was looking at a corner in the house. Someone was squatting in the dark corner, and he looked like an elder from the back. His white hair was messily scattered over his shoulder, and he was using a straw of grass to draw something on the ground.

Who could possibly be drawing at midnight? Meng Fuyao took a curious look, and she was about to leave, but the old eunuch suddenly cried ”hehe”. Then, he threw the grass away and collapsed backward.

Hurriedly, Meng Fuyao went forward to support him, but she frowned when she came into contact with the old eunuch. She really disliked the smell of urine on the eunuch. When she looked up, she saw that the old eunuch's face was full of dirt, the messy hair seemed like it had not been washed for a long while, and strands of hair were stuck on the rice grains which were not wiped away from his face. His facial features could not be distinguished, and at that moment, his jaws were agape, his hazy eyes were staring widely, and saliva drooled down from the corner of his lips.

He seemed as though he was suffering from stroke, or a certain disease was acting up.

Meng Fuyao patted his face and said, ”Hey… Hey…”

The old man tried hard to open his eyes. When he saw Meng Fuyao's face, his eyeballs suddenly froze in the sockets. He stood so rigidly that Meng Fuyao almost thought that he was dead from seeing her. Shocked, she tried to call him continuously. The old man struggled, and he seemed to want to call back and be released from her grip. However, his body was stiff, and he could not move at all, and his struggling was merely light spasms. From Meng Fuyao's perspective, she thought that he must be suffering from a stroke attack.

”Dead person! Going berserk again!”

Behind her, there was suddenly the sound of a door opening. A woman whose clothes were messy and whose expression was numb walked in with large strides and she shouted openly, ”Crazy old man, always not sleeping at midnight and acting like a zombie all the time.” She trotted over and snatched the old eunuch from Meng Fuyao's hands without even looking at her. Then, she dragged the old eunuch's withered body away, kicked open the door and threw him out. After that, she kicked the door shut, and the kick was so strong that the entire house shook.

Meng Fuyao found the scene very laughable. Looking behind at Zhangsun Wuji, she said, ”This is the first time that I realized that I'm actually transparent.”

However, Zhangsun Wuji did not reply to her, and he stared at the floor in a daze. For some reason, his complexion suddenly looked much paler under the moonlight, and there were even traces of green. The corner of his eyes also seemed to be trembling, as though something had strongly affected him and even… angered him.

Since it was such a rare sight to see him with such an expression, Meng Fuyao was taken aback. She turned to look towards the floor, but Zhangsun Wuji suddenly moved. He seemed to want to use his feet to wipe away the drawing on the ground, but he retracted his leg right after he extended it.

Meng Fuyao squatted down and stared at the drawing.

It was very messy and abstract, and it was at the standard of a child's scrawling.

There were three drawings.

The first one could vaguely be recognized as a palace. It was a very average hall, not like the complicated ones in Xuanji's Palace now. There was a woman dressed in simple clothes talking to a man who was dressed like a eunuch.

The second drawing depicted a room, which had a layout similar to all other average-looking rooms. There was a bed, drawer, pots, and curtains. The same eunuch from the previous drawing was squatting down, and he extended his hand behind the curtain. A square corner could vaguely be seen there.

Meng Fuyao stared at that drawing, and her breathing started to quicken.

The third one seemed to be in a different setting, as there were more decorations. A woman who wore all kinds of pearls and jade on her head was lying on the floor, and there was also a thin teenage boy there. Someone hid behind the curtain and gripped the curtain tightly, and it seemed to be the same eunuch. The old eunuch seemed to have drawn a few messy lines close to each other to depict the feeling of suffocation and anxiety in the drawing.

Anxiety!

Out of the blue, Meng Fuyao's vision turned black, and her heart instantly started beating very strongly. Pressing a hand on her heart, she struggled to look up at Zhangsun Wuji. In the meantime, Zhangsun Wuji kept staring at the second drawing with a pained and sorrowful expression. Although Meng Fuyao didn't know what he was sorrowful over, seeing his expression made her heart feel very heavy all of a sudden. It was as though a heavy object was pressing down on her organs, and she felt excruciating pain in an instant.