Chapter 1058: Chapter 1059: Where Is Justice…?
Gong Juechen suddenly sniffed hard, then pretended to cry and said, “It wasn’t who took it off, soone else did it for , thinking I was a flower to be picked. But they didn’t realize I was a man…”
An Jing: “…”
Xiao Changyi: “…”
Four little ones were even more confused: “Uncle Chenchen is a person, not a flower. Why would soone pick Uncle Chenchen as a flower?”
Gong Juechen sniffed again, continuing his sob story: “Who knows how that person’s eyes work, in broad daylight, in this clear and righteous world, he dared touch a man like —utterly heartless and mad.”
An Jing: “…”
Xiao Changyi: “…”
Gong Juechen kept up his wailing: “If you’re going to pick, just pick. But after stripping off my clothes and finding out I’m a man, you actually stopped picking and even wanted to kill . Where’s the justice in that… where is the justice…”
Unable to bear it any longer, Xiao Changyi interjected sharply, “Put your clothes back on.”
“Oh.” Only then did Gong Juechen stop hugging his clothes and started putting them back on properly.
When Gong Juechen was properly dressed, Xiao Changyi stepped aside to stop blocking An Jing’s view.
An Jing looked at Gong Juechen, unsure of what to say.
That’s when ng Zhuqing returned.
Empty-handed.
“Master, the person escaped,” ng Zhuqing reported.
Xiao Changyi didn’t say anything, rely glanced at Gong Juechen, then, along with An Jing, led the four children out of the alley.
After such commotion, An Jing and Xiao Changyi decided not to stroll through the market with the four children anymore and returned to Prince Yi’s Mansion instead.
Upon returning to the mansion, Gong Juechen claid he was shocked and needed a nap to settle his nerves, then retired to his room.
Seeing ng Zhuqing wanted to say sothing, Xiao Changyi asked An Jing to take the children elsewhere to play.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want An Jing to know, but he worried the four little ones would pick it up.
Right now, all four were quick to learn to speak; they couldn’t discuss everything in front of them. They were too innocent, almost always blabbering whatever they knew. If a secret got into their hands, and they let it out, that wouldn’t be good.
Once An Jing had taken the children away, ng Zhuqing quietly reported: “Those two masked persons, I lost their trail near General Han’s mansion.”
Xiao Changyi’s expression turned cold for a mont, then he asked, “Gong Juechen looks like Consort Han, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.”
Xiao Changyi was silent for a while, then spoke indifferently, “I see. You may go.”
“Yes.”
…
anwhile, Gong Juechen returned to his room and began to disrobe.
Once he was undressed, he tore off the fake skin attached to his lower back.
This fake skin had taken him quite a while and wasted plenty of ointnts to create a few days ago.
If it hadn’t been unbearably itchy, he wouldn’t have rushed back to his room to tear it off.
And as he tore off the fake skin, the location just above his lower back revealed a conspicuous birthmark.
Gong Juechen used a wet towel to clean his back; once the itching had subsided and his back was clean, he put his clothes back on.
Sitting at the desk, staring at the large chunk of fake skin thrown casually onto it, Gong Juechen let out a deep sigh.
Now, his uncle wouldn’t suspect him anymore.
He created the fake skin to divert his uncle’s attention away from him.
Now he was Gong Juechen.
Even though he once was Seventh Prince Su Chenglin of Xiyun, he had never thought of reverting to Su Chenglin.
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