Xia Houzhe's casual remarks sent a shiver through Shang Pu. His face turned from red to blue, then to white, looking utterly embarrassed.
Seeing this, Xia Houzhe curled his lips into a mocking smile and said, "Look at how shattered you are, as if I've touched upon the very thing you can't bear to face. Well, you're brothers of the same father, born into nobility, surely you understand the inherent coldness and ruthlessness of the Royal Family."
"Shut up!"
"You don't believe me? Admit it, even if you were in that position, you'd never allow another to sleep soundly beneath your own roof." Xia Houzhe sneered.
Grinding his molars, Shang Pu calmed down and chuckled coldly, "You've reminded me, with this broken body of mine and a fate that's destined not to last long, why should I struggle? Since that's the case, why should I continue to let you suppress me at every turn?"
The barefooted one fears no one with shoes, that's the truth.
