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The weather was getting hotter, and by noon, even sitting indoors would make one sweat profusely. Not to mention standing outside under the blazing sun.
The Disguise Pill from San Chun could not come into contact with water. A little sweat was fine, but if one were drenched as if caught in a heavy rain, it would be a huge problem. Not only would the yellowish tint on her face wash away, but even the scar would not stick properly.
She was dripping with sweat but dared not wipe her face, fearing that doing so would turn it into mud.
Normally, she would take the opportunity to find a place to redo her disguise. However, ever since she spoke to Zhong Yi, he had been standing opposite her, guarding the young master alongside her.
It was clearly surveillance, and it was difficult to leave when someone was staring at you with two eyes.
Seeing the occasional glances from Zhong Yi, likely surprised by her muddy face, she pondered how to slip away. Eventually, unable to hold it any longer, she said, "I need to use the restroom," and then covered her face and started running.
After just a couple of steps, she heard someone call from behind, "Where is Chun going?"
Ji Xun, who rarely ventured out, had actually come out. She instantly felt like everything was collapsing around her.
Using her sleeve to cover her face and not daring to look up, she replied, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Let's go together."
San Chun grinned; there was only one pit in the restroom—why did they need to go together? However, having served him for some time, she knew his quirks. This Zhao Country Prince must have fallen into a latrine as a child because he never dared to go alone.
Sighing dramatically, she said in a mournful tone, "Very well."
Ji Xun chuckled; hearing her tone made it seem like he had asked her to do something incredibly difficult.
As a child, he had once been pushed into a latrine by his older brother and had fainted from the stench. When someone finally discovered him and pulled him out, the smell lingered for three days. Since then, he had developed a peculiar fear of latrines and never dared to go alone. While in Zhao Country's palace, he had a special toilet and restroom; when he became a hostage in Chu Country, Yan Dan accompanied him and he didn’t mind at all.
Yan Dan never complained about waiting too long or about the unpleasant smell of the latrine. Each time he waited outside, he would tell him jokes; hearing his voice always brought immense comfort. He even thought that even if a monster were to emerge from the latrine and drag him down, he wouldn’t be afraid.
Over time, they developed a habit of waiting for each other whenever they went to the latrine—one inside while the other stayed outside. Even in the middle of the night, they would knock on each other's windows to wake each other up.
Because of this habit, they often stumbled into the wrong rooms when returning to sleep at night and occasionally ended up sleeping in the same bed. Yan Dan called this sharing a bed, sharing meals, sharing everything else—besides that they also shared rides, played together, went out together... It was no wonder Zhong Xue felt jealous; they were like conjoined twins who were always together and never apart for even a moment.
He should have easily realized that Yan Dan was a woman, not because of her physical development, but because she always squatted when using the restroom, even for bowel movements. However, at that time, he didn't think of anything and merely considered it her quirk.
Since Yan Dan's death, he had not used the restroom again. Back in Zhao Kingdom, he stayed in his dormitory, and only when he was forced to go out would he use the latrine, managing to endure it in various countries where conditions were less than ideal.
In fact, his inner demons had long been dispelled; there was no need for anyone to wait for him. The reason he always took San Chun along was that he suddenly found that sense of security again, reminiscent of when Yan Dan accompanied him.
He walked slowly forward while San Chun lagged behind, covering her face with her sleeve, which looked particularly suspicious.
He smiled slightly and asked, "Chun, what are you doing?"
San Chun hurriedly replied, "I'm afraid the heat will damage my complexion."
Was there something on her face? He felt a stir in his heart and smiled, "I have a handkerchief to cover your face." He offered a snow-white handkerchief, but San Chun dared not take it.
She exclaimed in a flustered voice, "I can't accept it; I might dirty your handkerchief."
He chuckled lightly. "It's fine."
San Chun was startled and covered her face even more tightly with her sleeve.
His suspicion about her face grew; it seemed she hadn't washed her face since they were at the Embassy. Just as he was about to tug at her sleeve to see what was underneath, he heard someone nearby say, "Your Highness, where are you going?"
It was Chengyang Jun's voice. His sudden appearance at this moment indeed gave off an unsettling feeling.
He turned around and smiled gently at Zhong Xue. "Nothing much; I just want to change clothes."
Zhong Xue exclaimed with surprise as if she had suddenly grasped the essence of life, "Aren't you afraid, Your Highness?"
Previously, when he used the restroom with Yan Dan, it was something he was most jealous of. Sometimes he would intentionally circle nearby or simply stand outside waiting for them. At that time, he wasn't really in a hurry; he just wanted them to know that he was still present.
Qin Prince once described the three of them: "These three are utterly nonsensical." It roughly meant that they had never seen anyone as neurotic as them. But so what? As long as he could insert himself between the two of them and prevent them from having any private moments together, that would be the greatest success.
Ji Xun couldn't help but grind his teeth when he saw Zhong Xue. There was only one person in this world capable of making him so furious that he could hardly contain himself. Yan Dan's antics could only leave him feeling helpless, but only Zhong Xue could make him lose his composure completely. Out of a hundred times, ninety-nine times he wished he could just bite him to death. It seemed like his very existence was meant to expose his scars and drive him to madness.
San Chun, seeing the two lock eyes, felt a surge of joy in her heart. She quietly began to move backward, looking for a favorable position to make a dash.
However, before she could escape their line of sight, she heard Zhong Xue's cool voice, "Where are you going, Chun?"
"I... I need to pee," she replied with a hint of a cry in her voice, then covered her face and started running wildly.
This statement was not untrue; she wasn't in a hurry initially, but upon seeing Zhong Xue, her nerves tightened, and she could no longer hold it in.
She covered her face and dashed forward, nearly meeting her end several times before reaching the restroom, almost becoming the first martyr in history to die by crashing into a wall while rushing to the toilet.
Unfortunately for her, at this critical moment, several people suddenly approached from the opposite direction. She didn't see them and collided with the person at the front.
That person stumbled as if about to fall. Instinctively, she reached out to help but caught sight of his handsome face and was immediately frightened half to death. She hurriedly let go of him and ran even faster.
As she ran, she regretted forgetting that Feng Lingjun was still lingering around Daliang. She wondered if he had good eyesight and whether he recognized her.
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