"Can you keep your mouth shut for once in your life?" Mu Qing sends you a dirty look. Being suddenly separated from Xie Lian had him on edge, not liking that the prince was alone with the Ghost King even though he claimed not to care about their former master.

"If you insist on bothering me with your voice, at least say something useful."

Back then, when Xian Le was thriving, Mu Qing had been your best friend: the royal servant and a royal guard; a story out of legends. But it was long gone.