"Prince?" Cui Wenkun obviously felt Wu Sijie's abnormality and called out in confusion.

"Don't touch me!" Wu Sijie tried hard to pull his hand back and shouted loudly.

Wu Sijie stood up and staggered back until he touched the bed, and then sat on the bed.

Cui Wenkun looked at Wu Sijie helplessly and asked carefully: "Prince, what's wrong with you?"

"Prince? Who are you calling?" Wu Sijie asked Cui Wenkun with distorted facial features.

Cui Wenkun was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Of course I call you, Prince."

"Wen Kun, do you think I am still a prince?" Wu Sijie turned around and looked around the small dark room, smiled helplessly and said self-deprecatingly, "Do you think a prince will live here? Using such a toilet, endure the stench?"

As he said that, Wu Sijie raised his hands in front of him and stared at him as if he had never known him.

One hand was wiped clean by Cui Wenkun, and there were stains on the other hand.

Such two hands formed a sharp contrast, which was so ironic in Wu Sijie's opinion.

"Will I forget to wash up just by eating it in one bite? Is this what a prince should do?" Wu Sijie asked Cui Wenkun.

Cui Wenkun did not answer, but was silent.

What should he say about such a question?

There is no way there is a correct answer.

After thinking about it, Cui Wenkun then said, "Prince, my subordinates have tried their best to do the matter. Please bear with me for a few more days."

Wu Sijie didn't say anything.

Cui Wenkun went over to pack the food, handed it to Wu Sijie, and whispered: "Prince, no matter what, I'll just eat the food first."

"Now is the time to fight with Wu Sibin, and the prince's body cannot collapse first."

Listening to Cui Wenkun's words, Wu Sijie said nothing, just stared at the food and did not move.

Cui Wenkun just held it like this, waiting for Wu Sijie's reaction.

Wu Sijie looked up and asked, "What's your clue now?"

"I have already investigated where the dancer Wu Sibin found came from." Cui Wenkun sighed lightly, "But I don't have enough staff, and the progress is a little slow."

Cui Wenkun said with guilt, but even if he said that, Wu Sijie did not blame him.

After all, Cui Wenkun only gave advice in his palace, mobilized personnel, and did the specific implementation issues himself.

"How could you do it yourself?" Wu Sijie was not surprised that Cui Wenkun's actions were hindered. "You haven't gone to find the ministers I have with you on weekdays?"

Cui Wenkun said: "It's the storm now, so it's better to be more cautious."

Because it was daytime, Wu Sijie was not afraid of being discovered and lit a candle.

Even the faint light is enough for Wu Sijie.

He saw the abnormality in Cui Wenkun's expression at a glance, and Cui Wenkun did not tell the truth.

Thinking of this, Wu Sijie immediately understood what was happening.

"They are unwilling to help, aren't they?" Wu Sijie asked angrily.

"Prince, you're thinking too much, actually..." Cui Wenkun wanted to try his best to cover up, but the panic on his face still told Wu Sijie exactly the actual situation.

"Those bastards who are tempted by the storm." Wu Sijie gritted his teeth and cursed, "Do you think I can only rely on them?"
Chapter completed!