Ying Di bowed to him before turning around and gesturing for Jua Gu to follow him. As Jua stepped inside, his eyes immediately landed on the messy room behind him. The bed was left in complete disarray, with clothes scattered all over the floor as if someone had simply thrown them aside without a second thought.
Jua sighed and rubbed his forehead.
Yes, a corpse puppet was technically a dead thing, but some corpses could retain a little of the intelligence and habits they had possessed while they were alive. That was what made them easier to control. But strangely enough, Ying Di seemed to have retained absolutely none of that intelligence.
He was still a bumbling fool, just as he had been when he was alive.
"Have the servants clean your room. It's too messy. And change your clothes before you go outside."
Ying Di blankly lowered his gaze toward the blood-soaked clothes he was still wearing. After staring at them for a moment, he simply nodded.
