Pathological Trapping - Chap 7
Mu Jian pulled the quilt tightly around him, his eyes darkening.
　　After a moment, he raised his eyes again, the dark emotions were gone, and there was pure confusion and inquiry in his eyes.
　　”What does the prince want to see Guard Li for?”
　　Everyone else laughed.
　　He answered, “Guard Li likes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”
　　This time the prince asked Li Dezhuang to paint again.
　　But instead of drawing according to his appearance, I let him think of drawing two people himself.
　　Many of Li Dezhuang’s previous drawings appeared in front of his eyes, and he picked one at random.
　　A man and a woman stood under a willow tree, one holding an umbrella, the other looking up, everything was said without words.
　　After finishing the painting, he handed it to the prince to see, and the prince put it on the desk with a smile.
　　”Guard Li has such talent, but it’s unfair for him to be a small guard in the palace. Why don’t you come here and draw a picture for me?”
　　Li Dezhuang refused from the bottom of his heart.
　　Who wants to hang out with you!
　　You’re a damned gay!
　　I must follow the protagonists, cling to the protagonists, and let the protagonists take me flying!
　　He said: “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I am so worried. But in the palace…”
　　The prince seemed determined, “I’ll go to the palace and talk to him.”
　　Li Dezhuang stopped talking.
　　Silence is my rejection.
　　The prince narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a bit of majesty. Li Dezhuang knelt down quickly.
　　The prince opened his thin lips and spoke slowly.
　　”Have you heard about Concubine Li in the palace?”
　　Li Dezhuang shuddered.
　　Discovered?
　　The prince was still calm and collected, “Father intends to promote her. Everyone in the palace is wondering why she has suddenly become favored. I am also curious, why do you think this is the case?”
　　Li Dezhuang wanted to swear.
　　If you know something, just say it! Who are you talking about in a roundabout way?
　　The prince picked up the painting again and said, “Lady Li’s painting is quite similar to Guard Li’s.”
　　Li Dezhuang knelt down, really knelt down.
　　The prince looked at him and sneered.
　　”If you come and draw a picture for me, I can help you keep this secret.”
　　Li Dezhuang refused from the bottom of his heart.
　　He can’t lose the protagonist and be with this cannon fodder.
　　But he had no right to refuse.
　　Q: What should I do if I am forcibly dragged into the villain camp?
　　Answer: Bring the protagonist along!
　　Li Dezhuang took a deep breath.
　　”Your Highness the Crown Prince appreciates me, so I am naturally willing to serve you. But I still have something that I am worried about.”
　　”What is it?”
　　”The prince in the cold palace is in a pitiful situation. His body is covered with wounds. The old maid who served him today is dead.”
　　The prince was slightly stunned. He thought for a while before remembering such a person and sneered.
　　”Just a discarded pawn.” Li Dezhuang thought.
　　He is the future emperor! The protagonist of this book! Don’t look down on him!
　　The prince put down his pen and said, “Forget it. Tomorrow I will go and ask my father to bring my ninth brother to my place. Are you satisfied with this?”
　　Li Dezhuang kowtowed to express his gratitude.
　　The next day, the prince really went before the old emperor and brought up Mu Jian’s matter, speaking in a very high-sounding manner.
　　He said that after meeting his ninth brother, his life was so miserable that it was a disgrace to the royal family, so he brought Mu Jian to the Eastern Palace.
　　Mu Jian got the west courtyard in the East Palace and several servants, and his quality of life improved dramatically.
　　When the servant led Mu Jian into the main hall, Mu Jian pretended to be timid, which made the prince look down on him from the bottom of his heart.
　　But he did not show it on his face. He just kindly asked him to sit down and told him not to be too restrained. Mu Jian agreed to all the requests and looked at his royal brother calmly.
　　He was born with a very good appearance and a noble status.
　　Does Guard Li like this?
　　Mu Jian felt depressed and ate his meal sullenly. After taking two bites, he asked timidly.
　　”Brother Prince, is Guard Li here?”
　　The prince smiled and said, “Yes.”
　　Mu Jian said pitifully, “Can I live with him? He’s the only one I know.”
　　When Mu Jian moved out of the cold palace, he went to see the emperor. When the emperor saw his appearance, he also felt that he had lost face for the royal family.
　　But he could not say it was his own negligence, so he immediately pushed all the responsibility onto his servants and had them all beaten to death, leaving no one alive.
　　Mu Jian thought the prince would refuse, but he didn’t expect him to care so much.
　　”Okay, I’ll have someone do it later.”
　　The prince did what he said and let Li Dezhuang live in a small room in the west wing.
　　As soon as Li Dezhuang entered the courtyard, Mu Jian pounced on him, staring at Li Dezhuang with his dark eyes, as if he was looking for something in him.
　　Li Dezhuang smiled and took out two candies from his arms.
　　”Your Highness, are you asking for candy?”
　　Chapter 6 Does Guard Li no longer like me?
　　no……
　　He doesn’t want sugar.
　　But Mu Jian still nodded.
　　Like a child, he happily took the candy from Li Dezhuang’s hand, peeled off the sugar coating, and put it in his mouth. But his eyes were still on Li Dezhuang.
　　Mu Jian had been in the palace for a long time, especially in the cold palace, and was used to seeing the coldness of human nature and the indifference of human feelings. People’s blood is cold.
　　He couldn’t quite understand the person next to him.
　　Why reach out to him.
　　Why be nice to him?
　　There is no good in this world without reason, only the benefits of exchanging favors.
　　Li Dezhuang must want to get something from him!
　　But now, he has a prince.
　　If Li Dezhuang wants something, the prince can give it to him.
　　Then Li Dezhuang’s goodness would not be on himself, but on the prince.
　　They had just moved in, so they were busy, but Li Dezhuang didn’t have much stuff, and Mu Jian had even less. Soon the west wing became quiet, and the servants went about their business.
