SGT CH135: My Shadow Guard Has Very Poor Skills

◎ Only knows how to bury his head and swallow vigorously, as if trying to poke himself to death, or wanting to bury his head and suffocate to death ◎

Mousse finished changing clothes and came back, standing dazed by the bed in thin inner garments.

The palace servant very insensibly placed the person on the outer side of the dragon bed.

Shadow One was tall with long legs, and looked even longer after being rolled up in the soft quilt, directly blocking the path to the inner side of the bed.

Mousse hesitated between “stepping over the patient” and “crawling over the other person in a very undignified manner.”

Before he could deliberate on a result, the person on the bed got up by himself and knelt naked by the bedside.

Mousse inwardly criticized the palace servant’s technique of wrapping “spring rolls” as unprofessional, letting the “filling” escape so easily.

However, he hadn’t expected Shadow One to move so freely despite being covered in injuries.

Mousse glanced at his feet.

The man knelt straight; even with bandages all over his body, he didn’t appear fragile in the slightest.

It was just that the hollow, lifeless look in his eyes was particularly annoying.

Mousse stopped looking at him and got into bed alone.

But even when he let down his hair and lay down, the person kneeling by the bed had no reaction.

As if he had already become a pillar, a wooden stool, or an ornament in the sleeping chamber.

Mousse was displeased.

“How long are you going to kneel there? Don’t you know how to serve? Do I have to teach you from the beginning again?”

The person who had been dead silent like an ornament finally moved. Lowering his head, he climbed onto the bed from the foot, lowered his body, and burrowed under the quilt.

Mousse kept a straight face.

He was actually a bit ticklish.

So, when Shadow One crawled to his legs and the cool hair brushed past his legs, his leg couldn’t help but twitch.

The person under the quilt stopped.

As if receiving some kind of signal, he buried his head down.

Breathing approached and spilled down.

Mousse’s mind went blank for an instant.

He subconsciously reached out, grabbed Shadow One’s hair, and wanted to pull him out.

Then remembering something, he paused.

Was it the antidote Shadow One needed?

Although the progress was slightly different from what he imagined, as long as the final result was achieved, it was fine.

The person under the quilt stopped because of his action.

Mousse pressed down on his head, signaling him to continue.

The light screen dimmed at some unknown time.

Mousse held Shadow One’s hair with one hand and raised the other to cover his eyes.

Even after training Shadow One for a whole year, the other party still hadn’t learned any skills.

He only knew how to bury his head and swallow vigorously, as if trying to poke himself to death, or wanting to bury his head and suffocate to death.

After an unknown amount of time, the candlelights in the sleeping chamber dimmed before Shadow One crawled out from under the quilt.

Before the other party could open his mouth to show, Mousse said: “Swallow it.”

The night was too quiet, and even the sound of swallowing was magnified to be extremely obvious.

Mousse inexplicably felt his ears itch a bit. He turned his back, covered his ears, and faced the inner side.

The light screen was still a dim gray color, but new text was displayed.

[Treatment Progress 15%.]

[Scum Gong Value -5]

[Current Scum Gong Value: 94]

Progress.

But thinking that this value had originally dropped to 93, and bounced back because Shadow One vomited the tea he gave, Mousse felt displeased.

After tossing and turning for the last day, it only reached 94.

Mousse suddenly felt it was a loss, very unhappy.

Sulking alone for a while, he didn’t feel any warmth pressing up against him.

Mousse looked back.

The bed was empty; the large figure had disappeared.

His gaze moved outwards…

Oh, kneeling by the bed.

Not surprising at all.

It had always been like this.

As long as Mousse didn’t show any intention of sleeping with him in his arms, he would silently disappear after serving.

During that year, he mostly slept on the footrest by the bed.

Sometimes when Mousse just woke up and was still a bit groggy, forgetting this, he would step on him when getting up, and the other party would bear it without a word.

Mousse felt annoyed, didn’t want to care about him, and closed his eyes directly to prepare for sleep.

Kneel if you love to kneel, sleep on the footrest if you love to sleep there.

It wasn’t him who was uncomfortable.

Not long after lying down with eyes closed, just as drowsiness came, Mousse heard the warning sound from the light screen again.

[Scum Gong Value +5]

[Current Scum Gong Value: 99]

[Warning! Do not abuse the Shadow Guard! Do not abuse the Shadow Guard!]

[Current Scum Gong Value is too high. Please complete the task as soon as possible and undergo rehabilitation.]

Mousse shot up into a sitting position.

Staring at the Scum Gong Value returning to 99 on the light screen, he was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Back again.

Playing jump rope here?

So his busy work today was all for nothing?

After tossing around all day, the value was 1 point higher than at the beginning.

Death is just around the corner.

Shadow One knelt down by himself.

Actually accused him of abuse.

Is there any justice left?

Fine, divine punishment is justice, the light screen is justice.

Mousse suppressed his anger, turned his head to the person kneeling by the bed and said:

“Roll up here!”

The black-haired man kneeling by the bed raised his eyes slightly, his gaze landing on the edge of the bed.

Since ascending the throne, the Master had become increasingly moody.

Even though he had been by the Master’s side for more than ten years, sometimes it was difficult to understand why the Master was angry.

Ultimately, it was because he didn’t do well enough.

With his current physical condition, rolling onto the bed was obviously impossible.

He moved his legs, numb from kneeling, and climbed up again.

Mousse had no patience to wait for him to slowly climb up from the foot of the bed, directly grabbed him and pulled him over, pressing him down to lie.

He pulled up the quilt to cover him, tucking him in tightly.

Checked the light screen again.

But found the light screen unresponsive.

Does the light screen distrust him so much?

Does it insist on waiting until the night passes, confirming Shadow One slept in the bed all night without being abused by him, before lowering his Scum Gong Value?

Even if Mousse was angry, he couldn’t get mad at a rigid light screen.

As for the rigid Shadow Guard…

Mousse’s gaze swept over the gauze on his shoulder, pausing for a moment.

His hand fumbled under the quilt, wanting to find a good piece of flesh to smack, but everywhere was gauze; the more he touched, the colder his heart grew.

Finally, he could only slap the thickest part of the flesh.

He remembered there was no injury there.

The crisp slap sound was particularly distinct in the silent night.

The person beside him clearly stiffened, dazed and at a loss.

A moment later, Mousse felt the person beside him moving.

What? Want to resist?

Mousse raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Only to see the other party turning over, back facing up.

Making it more convenient for him to strike.

Mousse: “…”

Speaking of which, does hitting him like this count as abuse?

Mousse looked at the light screen with a guilty conscience; fortunately, the light screen didn’t react.

Ninety-nine Scum Gong Value, just a bit short of dropping dead directly.

Now it was equivalent to having half a foot in the mausoleum.

Mousse dared not take the risk, rubbed the place he had just slapped twice, and let Shadow One lie back.

“Don’t lie on your stomach, you’re injured everywhere.”

Shadow One obviously had more injuries on his front than his back.

In this situation, lying on his back was definitely more suitable for sleeping.

Hearing the Emperor say “injured everywhere,” the man’s lowered gaze dimmed slightly.

Injured all over, very ugly.

No wonder the Master wasn’t in high spirits today.

Reasonably speaking, he should retreat now, go stay somewhere the Master couldn’t see.

But… the Master told him to get on the bed.

The man silently turned over and lay flat.

His lowered eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Mousse also lay down again.

He wanted to ask about what happened to Shadow One, why he appeared in the mass grave? And why was he bitten by wolves?

But feeling the warmth from beside him, his brain gradually became groggy, and strong drowsiness enveloped his whole body.

He hadn’t slept well for several days.

Mousse’s eyelids fought, and finally closed heavily.

Forget it, compared to Shadow One’s one-sided story, he trusted the Shadow Guard’s investigation results more.

Might as well not ask.

Mousse fell into a deep sleep.

In his grogginess, he followed the warmth, hugged the arm beside him, and rested his head lightly on the other’s shoulder.

Listening to the Emperor’s increasingly steady breathing, the man with quietly lowered eyes shifted his gaze, turning his head imperceptibly.

A familiar fragrance drifted into his nose.

It was the incense used on the Emperor’s bed—Galan incense.

With a special scent of milk and honey, it calmed the mind.

The heart that had been drifting helplessly since being abandoned seemed to briefly find a home.

The man’s lips moved, silently calling “Master.”

Realizing what he was doing, he pursed his lips tightly.

The gaze looking at the sleeping person beside him carried some panic, afraid of being discovered.

He had long been stripped of his status as a Shadow Guard.

He had no name.

Nor could he call His Majesty “Master” anymore.

It was just that he was too greedy, still secretly calling in his heart.

Master, Master…

He quietly watched the sleeping person beside him, silently calling again and again in his heart; every call was stolen.

He didn’t even dare to call too many times.

Afraid that such theft had a limit.

Calling too much in his heart would use up the quota.

·

Mousse slept very well this time.

He hadn’t had such sweet sleep for a long time.

The last time was before he ascended the throne.

The old Emperor was a perverted lunatic.

Mousse still thought so to this day.

He didn’t even want to call that man “Imperial Father.”

The old Emperor indulged in wine and women, unrestrained in debauchery, hollowing out his body early.

After enjoying half a lifetime, he discovered he didn’t even have a son or daughter.

So, he took out the Conception Fruits.

There was a divine tree in the Mu Dynasty palace, protecting the continuation of royal heirs.

The divine tree bore fruit only once a year.

Each fruit could bring a child.

At that time, the old Emperor had sat on the throne for twenty-three years and accumulated twenty-three Conception Fruits.

He distributed all the Conception Fruits to the harem concubines at once.

Mousse preferred to call the old Emperor’s crazy behavior “raising Gu” (venomous insects).

Within a month, twenty-three concubines became pregnant.

Within a year, seventeen princes and princesses were born.

Six were lost just during pregnancy.

Mousse almost became one of them.

He had a tenacious life, born prematurely at seven months, and managed to survive.

But his mother consort passed away.

Probably due to premature birth, he became the eldest prince instead.

A prince born prematurely, physically weak, and having lost his mother’s protection.

Yet he occupied the title of the eldest prince.

Born to be a thorn in the eyes and flesh of all princes and their maternal clans.

The first five years were extremely difficult for Mousse.

A small disaster a day, a big disaster every three days.

Every day was a brush with death; surviving was a miracle.

Such days passed for a long time.

When he was five years old, everything finally changed.

Unknown if it was a good or bad change.

Princes of the Mu Dynasty, as long as they reached the age of five, could have an exclusive Shadow Guard.

Shadow One came to his side at that time.

Shadow One was the strongest in that batch of shadow guards.

If a Crown Prince had been established at that time, he should have become the Crown Prince’s exclusive shadow guard.

But how could the old Emperor, who enjoyed raising Gu, establish an heir so early?

He wished for all princes to fight to the death, finally select the strongest Gu King, and then establish him as the heir apparent like giving charity.

At that time, he probably didn’t expect to be bitten back by the Gu in his hand, right?

Without an heir apparent, shadow guards went to each prince according to the ranking order.

He was the eldest prince.

The number one ranked shadow guard naturally belonged to him.

Even though the voices for the Second Prince and Fourth Prince were higher at the time.

And he was the one faring worst among all princes.

It wasn’t a story of Bo Le and the thousand-mile horse.

There was no wise master recognizing a talented shadow guard, nor any shadow guard pledging allegiance to a preferred master.

None of them had the chance to choose.

Shadow One came to his side just like that, knelt before him, and swore loyalty to him.

Forced to be bound to his broken ship.

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