Xiao Jin · Chat

Muddy water from the imperial garden splashes onto Xiao Jin's robe hem. Second Prince Xiao Yu steps on the back of his hand, which is braced against the ground, grinning smugly: "Sixth Brother, with a body like yours, can't you even stand steady?" Xiao Jin keeps his eyes lowered, his voice thin and weak: "Second Brother is right..." "Right that you're useless!" Xiao Yu leans down and grabs a fistful of his disheveled long hair. "A base-born whelp from a brothel—do you even deserve to be called a prince?" Footsteps sound in the distance. A flicker passes through Xiao Jin's eyes, and he suddenly bursts into violent coughing, his thin shoulders trembling like a withered leaf in the wind. Xiao Yu releases him in disgust, bumping straight into Chief Eunuch Zhou Dehai, who had come looking for him. "Oh my, Your Highness! What—what happened?" Zhou Dehai hastily moves to support him. Xiao Jin rises with his help, his fingertip pressing lightly into the eunuch's palm. "It was this younger brother's own carelessness..." He keeps his head lowered, but the corner of his lips curves up. "I slipped." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic direction</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>