"What did His Majesty want with you just now?"

A sudden voice startled Gesang, making him freeze for a moment. Then, remembering who it was, he relaxed and turned to face the person in the corner.

"Nothing much. Probably that woman trying to badmouth me and pick a fight."

"That woman?" The person in the corner was taken aback, unsure who he was referring to.

"That female slave in the kitchen. I don't know what His Majesty sees in her. Aren't there enough beauties on the grasslands for him to look at?"

Now the other person understood who Gesang was talking about, and chuckled. "What could she accuse you of? Forcing her to die?"

"Not quite. His Majesty asked me why the banquet was moved forward." As Gesang said this, the other person interjected, "But if she wanted to complain, wouldn't she just tell him that you forced her to die during his unconscious period?"

"She wouldn't dare. Saying that would be admitting she didn't want to accompany His Majesty in death, wouldn't it?" Gesang seemed to have thought it through. Even if Mingmei hadn't realized it, if he was summoned to argue, he would steer the conversation in that direction.

Since the other person didn't say anything, it meant they understood.

It had to be said, this was a "beautiful" misunderstanding.

"Bringing the banquet forward allows His Majesty to rest well at night, just as you said." As Gesang spoke, he added with disbelief, "But His Majesty was so seriously injured, almost at the point of death. I didn't expect that after waking up, he would look like he had only suffered a minor injury."

"Really?"

The person seemed surprised.

"Of course. I saw it clearly today. When His Majesty questioned me, his tone was almost the same as usual, not weak or breathless. If not for the bandages on his chest and the lack of color in his lips, I would have suspected that His Majesty had only suffered a minor injury."

"His Majesty is truly in good health!"

"Indeed."

...

"Be careful tonight, have more guards around you, after all, you're injured, and it's best to eat less of anything that goes into your mouth."

Now Mingmei felt that they were surrounded on all sides. The people of Hua Liang wanted to kill him, and there seemed to be people on their side who wanted to muddy the waters and pin the blame on Hua Liang.

Even if the players weren't the main force in the assassination this time, it didn't mean that Mu Chen could be careless.

Seeing Mingmei adjusting his collar, Mu Chen smiled and nodded slowly, indicating that he understood everything.

"Don't nod so fast, it makes it sound like you really know!" Noticing that Mu Chen was just staring at her blankly, Mingmei glanced at him and told him to listen carefully.

"Yes, I know, I understand your worries, I will be fine."

As Mu Chen spoke, he grabbed Mingmei's hand and patted it lightly on his chest, scaring Mingmei so much that she almost screamed.

"Are you trying to die? Your wound is still there!"

"It's gone, look."

From the moment Mu Chen went online and took over this body, the system had been repairing it. Now he could clearly feel that the fatal wound on his chest had disappeared.

"That's good."

Hearing this, Mingmei, who had almost been frightened by Mu Chen's actions, breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I'll have to trouble you to do my makeup later."

"Huh?"

Mingmei tilted her head and looked at Mu Chen. "I'm doing your makeup?"

"Yes, do a makeup that's not obvious."

Mingmei: "…No-makeup makeup?"

"Something that makes me look a little weak."

Mingmei: "…"

Seeing Mingmei's troubled expression, Mu Chen felt a little lost.

"I... I'm not very good at makeup. If putting on lipstick and foundation counts, then maybe?"

When she was little, Mingmei saw her mother's cosmetics filling almost an entire room. Her mother had an entire cabinet of lipsticks. Although she had seen Mei Shi do countless makeups, Mingmei had to admit that it required talent.

Just like her dad, who had been learning for almost a century and only knew how to draw her mother's eyebrows.

And she, for so many years, seemed to have only learned how to put on lipstick.

Mu Chen: "…"

Mu Chen looked at the silent and awkward Mingmei, and a playful smile that seemed to say "as expected" appeared on his face. Then he comforted her, "It's okay, I can do it."

Mingmei: ???

What kind of skill tree did Mu Chen unlock this time?

So, after Mu Chen dismissed everyone, Mingmei could only watch in astonishment as Mu Chen gradually put on a "battle damage" makeup for himself.

Mingmei: "…"

In the future, could she ask Mu Chen to do her makeup?

...

"What's going on with the banquet time?"

Lu Xiaoyao, with the mentality of having a last meal before execution, almost brought all the snacks in front of the dancers in the entire room to herself.

Everyone else was probably worried about what was going to happen tonight, so they weren't in the mood to eat anything at all. Therefore, Lu Xiaoyao ate with abandon.

"Anyway, I won't gain weight, and even if it's sweet, it won't cause any other diseases!"

Lu Xiaoyao said as she ate, turning her head to see where Lu Gui was. It didn't seem right to enjoy such delicious food without anyone to share it with.

However, just as she was about to eat the last piece of pastry, Mu Chen came back from outside and saw Lu Xiaoyao holding a piece of pastry waiting for him.

"Hiss—"

Suddenly, Lu Xiaoyao's hand holding the pastry trembled, and her entire face twisted!

"What's wrong!"

Startled by Lu Xiaoyao's change, Lu Gui quickly rushed to Lu Xiaoyao and hugged her as she was about to fall.

Lu Xiaoyao's face was full of pain, and then her eyes widened. Grabbing Lu Gui's clothes, she quickly stood up, clutching her stomach with one hand and trembling, she was about to walk out.

"What's wrong?!"

Seeing Lu Xiaoyao groaning with a pale face and not answering him, just rushing out, Lu Gui quickly followed and stopped Lu Xiaoyao who was about to leave. "Where are you going now?"

"I need to... eeeeee!"

Lu Xiaoyao's face changed suddenly, and she pushed Lu Gui away and immediately ran out. Lu Gui steadied himself, confused, but instinctively worried and rushed in the direction of Lu Xiaoyao, until he reached the latrine near the camp, he suddenly realized something.

Lu Gui: "…"

Ah, this... no way?

And Mingmei, who was worried about what Lu Xiaoyao and the others were going to do next, opened the live broadcast after a long absence, and was greeted with a screen full of mosaics.

"Uhhhhhh!!"

Mingmei: ??? What happened?

"What is this? What is Lu Xiaoyao doing?" Mingmei had previously told Mu Chen that her live broadcast camera was very smart and would blur out anything that was private.

She didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

The key was that Mingmei had no idea what Lu Xiaoyao had done to be blurred out like this!

[She's doing the Spray Warrior.]

Mingmei: ??

"How could this happen?"

[Someone seems to have tampered with the dancers' side, putting laxatives in the snacks that were delivered in the evening, but fortunately, only Lu Xiaoyao was affected.]

And she got the whole portion all by herself.

Ghost thought it best to leave Lu Xiaoyao with some dignity for the last half of that information, after all, she still had to be good friends with her host~