He grinned, then recalled all the sad things in his life to suppress his laughter.
Staring at Wu Zigi’s slightly comical expression, the guard couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“What, does he dare challenge the prince’s authority?”
He was not even beneath the masters of the so-called One Mansion Two Towers.
Even the unparalleled Sword God Ye Qing might be a generation lower than him…
Su Mu raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath, holding back her urge to rush over and slap him.
“Can I? I can’t make the call, but in my opinion, this senior…”
“Too many words. Don’t just arbitrarily give me seniority. What nonsense are you saying?”
Hearing Wu Zigi boast so extravagantly, the two guards exchanged glances, and finally couldn’t hold it in, laughing quite boisterously.
Seeing the two men roaring with laughter, stamping their feet on the spot, Wu Zigi finally lowered the corners of his mouth that had nearly stretched to his ears, and his expression shifted.
“Both of you, such disdain—it seems you haven’t taken my words seriously at all.”
At that, one of them finally stopped laughing and asked casually, “In that case, go ahead and invite the senior you mentioned out.”
Wu Zigi stiffened slightly.
He turned around, only to find that behind him was completely empty.
From the very start, he had been flattering thin air.
He had thought he handled it quite cleverly, even gradually uncovering the unfathomable details of that senior.
Who would have thought that the senior had abandoned him here, probably watching the show from somewhere right now.
Su Mu hid back behind a pillar, giggling to herself.
But just then, she heard laughter coming from above.
‘Oh no, the brocade guard on the beam laughed!’
That woman was laughing so hard she couldn’t close her mouth.
Su Mu stepped out from under the eaves and looked up.
Sure enough, she saw a black-haired woman leap lightly, landing almost soundlessly on the ground, dressed quite heroically.
Having been discovered, the woman was not timid.
Instead, she walked straight over.
“My master requests your presence. Please come with me.”
Su Mu rolled her eyes, thinking she had nothing else to do anyway, so following along wouldn’t hurt.
“By the way, I am Tang Mo, personal guard to His Highness the First Prince. May I ask your name?”
“Su Mu,” Su Mu replied absentmindedly, while recalling all the nonsense about the Ming Dynasty…
By this time, abstract emperors had already started appearing.
She wondered who was sitting on the dragon throne now.
As Su Mu walked through the palace doors and saw a petite figure sweating profusely while hammering a wooden chair, she suddenly understood.
She remembered—isn’t that the carpenter?
Hearing footsteps, the petite figure wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, turned around, and looked at the two.
The moment Su Mu saw her childish face, she widened her almond eyes.
‘Tang Nai… no, this brat is Tang Yin!’
Recalling the unpleasant memories this damn loli had brought her, Su Mu clenched her fist and revealed a dangerous smile.
‘What a small world, and narrow is the road…’
“Your Highness, as you instructed, I have brought the person.”
Tang Yin was also staring at Su Mu, complex emotions flickering in her eyes, as if she wanted to speak but held back.
But before she could speak, Su Mu was already close, squinting her eyes, looking as if she might attack at any moment.
Tang Yin’s expression changed in fright, and she hurriedly said, “Wait, don’t rush. We can exchange friendly words first…”
Su Mu’s smile remained, but her small fists were clenched tight.
“Exchange words? I think giving you a beating first would be more pleasant.”
Hearing this, Tang Yin’s face turned pale.
It was clear she had no power to resist now.
“Wait, Tang Nai should have given you a pouch. Open it and see.”
Su Mu’s smile froze.
She hadn’t expected Tang Nai to tell this woman about the pouch—was she favoring her own sister?
Although a bit dissatisfied, Su Mu still untied the second pouch.
Regarding the so-called hint in the first pouch, Su Mu had later been unable to resist using the free try, but all she got was this line:
“Hey, you’ve been tricked!”
And on the back it said: “Little Su Mu, I knew you would waste the pouch, so I deliberately packaged a surprise for you. How about it? Like it?”
Thus, that note had been thrown into the latrine by Su Mu.
It had to be said, Tang Nai’s guess was spot on, and it had killed Su Mu’s desire to open the second pouch.
And now, she could finally satisfy her curiosity.
Before even untying it, Su Mu could already feel a hard human-shaped object inside.
She took it out and saw a miniature model of Tang Yin.
Attached next to it was an instruction manual.
[Tang Yin Voodoo Doll.]
[Effect: All touches it receives are completely reflected onto Tang Yin.]
[On the back is a knob to adjust Tang Yin’s sensitivity, max ×10.]
[PS: I think you know how to use it.]
For some reason, although Tang Nai had not used any personal tone this time, it inexplicably warmed Su Mu’s heart.
Unexpectedly likable in strange places—though for Tang Yin, it might not be so…
The next instant, she heard a delicate cry from between Tang Yin’s teeth.
Su Mu immediately twisted the knob to the highest setting.
The petite black-haired girl directly went weak in the legs, curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, only able to make vague sounds, unable to speak.
But judging by the pleading look she cast at Su Mu, she was clearly enduring immense stimulation.
After all, a normal person couldn’t bear tenfold sensory input.
Even the friction of clothes against skin would become unbearably painful, or perhaps with Tang Nai’s perverse tastes, she would have tweaked it in strange directions.
But as long as it could control Tang Yin, that was enough.
Thinking this, Su Mu twisted it back to about ×10, and Tang Yin stopped shivering, but was still panting heavily.
Hearing Tang Yin’s almost melting, beautiful voice, Su Mu’s heart blossomed with joy.
‘Didn’t see that coming, huh? Your elder sister doesn’t love you, and even your younger sister can’t help you…’
After delivering Su Mu, Tang Mo had left on her own, who knew what for.
But even if she were present, Su Mu wouldn’t go easy on Tang Yin.
“Don’t worry about it. In any case, you’ve fallen into my hands now.”
Tang Yin bit her lower lip, faintly revealing white teeth through the gap, struggling to suppress her inner shame and anger.
She should have thought of it sooner—why did Tang Nai trick her into coming here?
Although she had let her guard down, Tang Yin was still shocked that her time authority could be taken away by Tang Nai, leaving her completely a harmless little girl now.
But Tang Nai had still fobbed her off with some ambiguous words, saying it was to let her cooperate better, to avoid her messing up at a critical moment…
Anyway, Tang Yin couldn’t resist, so she had to obey.
But now it seems…