Chapter 9: Really Stupid? Or Playing Crazy and Feigning Stupidity?

Translator: Henyee Translations

Editor: Henyee Translations

The young man’s facial features were exquisite, reminiscent of the sun and the moon’s splendor—perfect without a single flaw. He was the embodiment of the most exquisite artwork of an artist; his beauty made it utterly impossible to avert one’s eyes.

Fine, spotless white robes and hair as dark as ink fell messily on Mu Ruyue’s face, but there was no earthly smoke nor filth within those clear eyes.

He was pure as if he didn’t belong to this world.

The young man showed no hint of getting up from her. He sniffed and a magnificent smile arose on his immaculate face.

He said, “Elder Sister, you smell so sweet.”

Mu Ruyue’s delicate face darkened in an instant and she stared coldly at the young man pressed against her. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she ordered, “Get up!”

Immediately, a misty anguish floated into the young man’s eyes as he looked at her pathetically. “Sister, have I done something wrong?”

For some reason, looking at the aggrieved handsome face of this young man, Mu Ruyue was reminded of her younger brother in her previous life.

He was the only one she spared nothing to protect.

He once used to like looking at her with this innocent and aggrieved gaze…

“Haha, the fool really jumped.”

A burst of mocking laughter rang overhead, and Mu Ruyue clearly felt the young man’s body stiffening. His clear eyes were now clouded by a layer of mist, but his pathetic and miserable expression didn’t restrain the people above in the slightest.

“A fool will always be a fool. That will never change even after a lifetime.”

In front of a bright window, an outstanding man set off by the grandeur of his brocade clothing spread his fan with a dashing smirk and taunted the young man as he looked below.

Mu Ruyue squinted and glared at the young man who remained on top of her, her tone relaying nothing but displeasure, “How much longer are you going to keep me down?”

Although his eyes were similar to her brother’s, Mu Ruyue was entirely aware that they weren’t alone. The young man who crashed into her was out of this world—he was utterly enchanting, almost like the devil who subverted all beings.

Especially those pure eyes, innocent and beguiling.

After the young man got up, she too straightened up and patted the dust off her clothes. She then looked up towards the window where the brocade-clad man with a pair of seductive eyes stood.

Simultaneously, the man in the brocade clothing also noticed Mu Ruyue beside the handsome youth.

“Your Highness.”

Ling Ying felt an inexplicable fury surging in her heart when the young girl stared openly at her prince with such eyes. The prince had a noble identity; how could she stare at him so insolently?

A glimmer of interest twitched at the corner of Ye Yihua’s lips, and he reached out a hand to stop Ling Ying. “I tricked that fool today just to test whether he’s really a fool or pretending to be a fool. All these years, I’ve been uneasy, but from the looks of it just now, he is indeed a fool.”

Such a fool had no influence on him. But if he had been acting crazy and feigning stupidity over the years, then the depths of his cunningness would definitely pose a huge threat.

The smile on Ye Yihua’s lips broadened as his beautiful seductive eyes narrowed slightly.

“Let’s go.”

Putting away the folding fan, Ye Yihua gave the youth another glance, turned around, and disappeared from the window.

“Sister, aren’t you afraid of me?” The young man bit his lips tightly and stared pitifully at Mu Ruyue with eyes devoid of any impurities.

Mu Ruyue raised an eyebrow. “Why should I be afraid of you?”

Hearing her response, the young man hung his head low. His whisper was laced with the unease troubling his heart: “Because I’m a fool and the maids who serve me are scared of me.”

Examining the young man’s thin body, Mu Ruyue replied nonchalantly, “That’s them. I don’t discriminate against people.”