Under the gaze of two ghosts and one human, King Hui belatedly realized that his rear felt rather chilly.
Panicked and flustered, he also became rather embarrassed and instinctively wanted to cover himself. Yet, there wasn't even a single blade of grass nearby to help his predicament. With no way to maintain his dignity, he had no choice but to curl up tightly, hugging his round and pitiful self.
He had, of course, heard that phrase—"silence him"—but at this moment, not only did he not dare to make a sound, he didn't even dare to move.
Xiao Chenyuan raised his hand and brushed his face lightly. The illusion dissolved, revealing his true appearance.
Prince Hui's eyes widened. The word "You—" got stuck in his throat. His gaze shifted slightly, only to see that QingWu had also changed appearances. His face instantly turned pale once more, and he began muttering to himself,
"A dream… This must be a dream…"
"This dream is too real. I need to get back to bed. I need to wake up…"
