TPSC 03

Chapter 3

On the other side, Shen Yin, who had not rested for several days in order to complete his mission, had just taken off his shoes and socks when he heard a knock at the door from Shadow Two.

“Boss, are you asleep?”

Shen Yin casually set down the socks in his hand and replied, “What is it?”

From outside the door, Shadow Two seemed to sigh.

“The Master is looking for you.”

At those words, Shen Yin’s hand—just about to unfasten his blade—paused.

“The Master is looking for me?”

Shadow Two nodded. “Yes. He told you to go immediately.”

Hearing this, Shen Yin quickly put his shoes and socks back on and opened the door. He glanced at Shadow Two, then gave a slight nod.

“Alright. I’ll go now.”

With that, Shen Yin vanished in a flash.

Behind him, Shadow Two looked troubled. He was clearly Shadow Two—so why was there such a huge gap between him and Shadow One? Just look at that movement technique—it was like a fish in water, gone in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Shen Yin, rushing toward the Crown Prince’s main residence, was cursing inwardly as he ran.

He really felt wronged.

Before his death, he had been a “chosen wage slave” whose resentment was even heavier than a ghost’s. A so-called chosen wage slave meant that no matter whether there was pandemic lockdown or heatwave blackout, as long as he was still alive, he had to be at the company before 8 a.m. the next day.

On the second day of working seventy-two consecutive hours without rest, he finally died a glorious death from overwork.

He hurt. He hated.

If he had known he would die so soon, he would have spent all his money before dying. Before leaving, he would have gone to his boss who didn’t treat employees like humans and cursed him out first.

Then he would go to that damn client who made him revise the same proposal over and over again and curse him out too, pointing right at their noses.

He guaranteed that with the resentment he had at the time, he could have cursed them three hundred rounds without even pausing.

He thought that was the end of his life—but when he opened his eyes again, he had become a ten-year-old brat just bought into the Crown Prince’s residence.

He had originally thought that in the Crown Prince’s residence he would either become a guard or a eunuch. For this reason, Shen Yin had been anxious for quite a while. Unexpectedly, he ended up becoming a shadow guard. He then felt it didn’t really matter—at least he wasn’t a eunuch.

However, after being forced in the lower ranks of the shadow guards to learn how to kill, spending every day either with corpses or with people trying to kill him, he suddenly felt this life might even be worse than being a eunuch.

The key problem was that the Crown Prince was not favored, and the fact that he could even afford shadow guards meant he was scraping together leftover resources from who-knows-where.

So the shadow guards’ monthly salary was absurdly low.

Even though Shen Yin was the strongest fighter in the shadow guard camp besides the Shadow Chief, his monthly pay was only one tael of silver.

What could one tael even buy? If he went to the Rouge Pavilion, even the madam would say it wasn’t enough to serve as a doorstop.

Most importantly, their master—the Crown Prince—was completely insane.

He would kill without hesitation. One moment he could be smiling at you, the next moment he would kill you without mercy.

So capricious that even Shen Yin, a modern soul, trembled in fear.

For all these years, Shen Yin had obediently grinded experience, increased his combat strength, and completed missions, just waiting for a chance to fake his death and leave with his small savings to start over elsewhere.

He thought he had behaved as obediently as possible.

Now he had no idea what mistake he had made to attract this big shot’s personal summons.

Inside, Shen Yin remained outwardly calm and cold, but only he knew how turbulent his inner thoughts were.

Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince’s main bedroom.

Chu Molí was holding an orange, peeling it slowly and leisurely.

A black shadow suddenly appeared before him.

“Your Highness, Shen Yin reports for duty.”

Hearing this voice, Chu Molí raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. He raised a hand toward Shen Yin’s direction.

“Raise your head. Let me take a look.”

As he spoke, Chu Molí placed a slice of orange into his mouth.

“If you’re too ugly, I don’t want you.”

Shen Yin didn’t know what this mad Crown Prince wanted to do, but as a subordinate, he didn’t have the courage to refuse.

He lifted his head, but did not dare to meet his gaze. Instead, he looked slightly downward at the hem of the Crown Prince’s robe.

At that moment, the Crown Prince suddenly stood up and walked toward him.

Shen Yin did not dare move at all, only watching as the hem of the robe came closer and closer.

Just as he was about to say something to salvage his precarious life, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at his chin.

He looked up—and realized the mad Crown Prince had grabbed his chin.

The force was so strong that Shen Yin almost instinctively wanted to strike back.

Chu Molí lowered his gaze, holding Shen Yin’s chin and turning his face left and right as if inspecting merchandise. Then he suddenly lifted his hand, forcing Shen Yin’s downcast eyes to meet his.

Two words floated through Shen Yin’s mind:

—It’s over.

But his face remained expressionless. It wasn’t that he lacked expression—it was that Shadow Guard Chief’s training required them to remain completely unreadable in any situation, so enemies couldn’t detect their thoughts.

However, this trick clearly didn’t work on the Crown Prince.

“Slanted eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, thin lips. Even though you’re a shadow guard, your skin is unusually smooth, your features refined and well-shaped. Though there are faint dark circles under your eyes, I’ll magnanimously ignore them.”

As he spoke, Chu Molí tilted Shen Yin’s chin from side to side again.

“Tch. Not bad-looking. Just my type.”

Shen Yin’s eyes trembled slightly.

Could the Crown Prince be… into men?

(;′Д`)

Shen Yin stared at him in shock, forgetting to withdraw his gaze.

Seeing this, the Crown Prince chuckled softly.

“Yes… that’s more like it.”

“When you had someone beat that envoy into a pig’s head, you weren’t this obedient.”

At those words, Shen Yin snapped back to his senses.

Realizing something, he looked at the Crown Prince. His chin was already numb from being held, but he still did not dare move.