I Love You So Much, I Want the Whole World to Know

§759

So happy a rich man was I,
No relationships after I die,
I would have been free,
T’was a guarantee,
But the world has me wave it goodbye.

(TL: Writing a limerick is really hard, so please just make do with this faux version instead, I’m so sorry about your eyes which bled just reading it, by the way)

Without the surveillance every night or the scary Princess whose brain was probably left scattered in the Sahara somewhere, and thinking that the good days were to come that he could hold hands and kiss and make love with his good little baby, Murong Jihua’s only trouble left now, has been——

The problem with the body position.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, really. As long as there is love, Le-gege will spoil the bratty shaoye (probably).

However——Not a few peaceful days had even passed when this exotic foreign blind bro came along and ruined everything.

All in all, this is still Princess Elizabeth’s fault… Or rather, digging deeper,

It’s all the fault of the shaoye being overly perfect.

§760

Anyway, after a series of yells and obscenely Earthian rants inside, Murong Jihua finally manages to maintain his neutral expression.

His super, super handsome face is still the same.

§761

It being definitely unsafe outside, to prevent potential problems produced by preponderantly pushy paparazzi perfecting personal portfolios, butler Cui spent quite the effort to finally lure the blind Prince over to the candlelit revolving restaurant on the thirty-first floor by using the beautiful maids as a bait.

… The air is still filled with the stench of the spicy hotpot.

§762

When God closes a door to you, He will not forget to also lock the window for you.

Thus, we find out that, the Prince from the Schweshi’ugenyaong Empire is not only blind,
But also doesn’t have a nose.

§763

“Oh! As expected of a great Oriental nation! What a highly exquisite construction effort for the restroom! Such a floral scent reminds me of the roasted flounders back home!”
“Your Highness, this is the restaurant…”
“Oh…”

§764

Murong Jihua is too mentally taxed to be dissing this mysterious Mary Sue world now.

The long table is decked out with three layers of lacy fabric decked out with jewelleries, set in place by a priceless porcelain-glass vase. A batch of neatly trimmed ‘Blue Succubus’ is placed within, showing their seductive forms in full view within.

Murong Jihua and He Jünle sit on this side, while the Prince sits on that side.

§765

His Highness raises his wine glass and gives a handsome smile, saying,

“I am really glad to have met you. Thank you for your courtesy, the honourable Mr Murong Jihua.”

Murong Jihua has just put on a business smile to say, “the honour is all…”

§766

——”To be engaging in a candlelit dinner with so many beautiful, lustrous figures is definitely a karmic blessing! This trip shall be memorable indeed!”

§767

So many?
Beautiful, lustrous?
Figure?
S?

Even the two girls serving by the Prince’s side have their face turn green. One of them quickly bow to apologise awkwardly to Murong Jihua while the other quickly whisper into the Prince’s ears.

Naturally, Murong Jihua couldn’t hear what she’s whispering to him.

No matter.

The Prince’s reaction has already clearly demonstrated the fact, that,

… He is part of the negative IQ gang.

§768

We see His Highness with his eyes widening slightly, with his mouth hanging so low you can put a duck’s egg within. Then his vocal cords fire up, and with a dramatic tone, he exaggeratedly expresses his shock——

“Hah?! This big red beauty in front of me is a man?!
That white little beauty next to him is also a man?!
And his little frail looking servant is also a man?!”

Murong Jihua “…”
He Jünle “…”
Butler Cui “…”

§769

Your Majesty in the Schweshi’ugenyaong Empire, you must have been real talented in child-rearing!

And also, Your Majesty in Country A, did you not even review your potential son-in-law a little, agreeing to whoever wants to court her?! How casual are you?!

§770

Murong Jihua’s eyes are twitching. When he is about to speak up again, the Prince is loudly proclaiming his feelings again,

“Oh my dearest mother! Why is Country A full of such talented crossdressers?”

Then he blinks his eyes which seem more decoration than functioning organ, drifting them in Murong Jihua’s direction, asking,

“So you’re telling me cute Ms Elizabeth likes a weak little kept boy type like this?”

§771

Bang!

The Prince is shocked.
Murong Jihua is shocked.
Butler Cui is shocked.

——He Jünle retrieves his fist from the newly deformed hole in the table, and rises up unsteadily.

Well, ‘unsteadily.’

But Murong Jihua knows very well, because, once, when He Jünle was having an after-smoke (TL: A smoke after the deed. What deed? Well, you know…), he told him…

How to dominate with each and every single word and act of yours, section,
The Art of Standing up:
Form an angle between 15° and 20° between your neck and your jaw – Mobility +1
Form a 24° tilt between your body and the ground, wobbling left to right with a frequency of about 2 to 3 times every half a second – Carefree +2
A light curl of your fingers which slowly come to rest by your waist, in around 9 to 12 seconds – Domineering +3
Stand tall, with an 85% utilisation rate of the body height, and look down, while muttering ‘everyone seated is but mere trash’ inside, commit an attack on the enemy’s soul with your disdainful, bossy gaze – Aura +4

§772

The Prince’s smile freezes up. Sweat droplets form visibly on his face, leaving deep sweat trails on the turban on his forehead.

“Jünle——”

Murong Jihua can feel a cooler hand dragging his own, making him stand up from the chair.

With one step, two steps, stepping through mountains, rivers, history and culture, and arrives in front of the Prince.

——Before the Prince could even react reflexively, He Jünle drags on the turban to roughly reduce the distance between his face and Murong Jihua’s.

Murong Jihua can hear a crisp, deep male voice, declaring,

“Do observe closely, my blind Prince,”

He Jünle’s lips form a dangerous arc, as he continues,

“Examine this face so handsome that both men and gods would be jealous. And you were saying Murong Jihua is a little kept boy? Mm?”