Just as the boy's palm was about to strike the teenager, a slender hand tightly gripped his small arm, causing him so much pain that he almost burst into tears.
"Who are you? Let go of me or I'll have my father kill you!" The boy glared fiercely at the woman in plain clothes before him, threatening maliciously.
This tactic always worked on everyone, including the person in front of him. Soon enough, she would kneel and beg for his forgiveness.
After all, his father was the Emperor of the Purple Moon Country, so everyone should fear him!
Mu Ruyue raised an eyebrow. The boy in front of her was only about five years old, yet he was the son of the almost seventy-year-old Emperor Zi Yue. It seemed that the Royal Family members truly were prolific.
"Who am I?" Mu Ruyue chuckled softly. "I am the so-called useless fiancée of the Ghost King. But even though I'm a 'useless' person, dealing with a little brat like you is more than easy."
Bam!
Mu Ruyue forcefully tossed him to the ground, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the stunned princes and princesses. Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion.
"Remember, he is my husband! I don't care how old you are or who your father is. If any of you dare to harm him, I will make you all understand my methods."
Though the girl's voice was calm, it sent a chill into everyone's hearts.
Ye Wuchen stood watching Mu Ruyue, who was blocking in front of him, lost in thought.
"Let's go."
Turning, she grabbed the teenager's hand. Mu Ruyue pulled him away without a glance at the stunned princes and princesses behind them.
She had always been an unscrupulous demon, treating children and the elderly alike mercilessly. This was a world where only the strong survived.
"Sister," Ye Wuchen gazed at Mu Ruyue with bright eyes, a pure smile on his handsome face. His eyes were clear and untainted. "You're so good to me."
Mu Ruyue ignored him, continuing to pull him along as they walked forward.
Finally, they reached a secluded corner. Mu Ruyue stopped, turned to look at the teenager, and said, "Are you the Ghost King?"
Under her gaze, Ye Wuchen nodded, "Yes."
"It doesn't match the rumors," Mu Ruyue raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "They say the Ghost King looks like an actual ghost, so I didn't guess you were the Ghost King at first."
Trembling slightly, Ye Wuchen lowered his head and said pitifully, "I'm really very ugly. The maids were scared insane by me. But my ugliness isn't in my face, it's here..."
Pointing to his body, Ye Wuchen's face was full of helplessness. "Sister, my body is really ugly. Please don't look at it, okay? You'll be scared crazy like the others."
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. It seems like there's something wrong with your body. Can you let me have a look? As people who will be living together, we should get to know each other."
"But..."
Ye Wuchen wanted to say more, but Mu Ruyue had no patience. She roughly tore off his clothes and gasped in shock at what was hidden beneath.
His body was covered with scars, like worms crawling. Some even had faint traces of blood, and his once fair skin looked grotesque because of them.
But Mu Ruyue immediately realized that Ye Wuchen had been poisoned; though she knew how to detoxify it, she didn't yet have the strength to do so.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes in fear, not daring to look at Mu Ruyue. Perhaps he feared seeing the same disgust and disdain he had seen in others.
"Open your eyes!"
The commanding voice echoed in his ears.
Ye Wuchen cautiously peeked through a small slit in his eyes, but in Mu Ruyue's eyes, there was not a trace of disgust—only a clear, spring-like purity.
"Sister, am I… really ugly?"
"It's just a bit of poison, nothing serious," Mu Ruyue smiled lightly. "You need to face your body's issues head-on, without worrying about others' opinions. Their mouths are on their bodies. Let them say what they want. If you always care about their gazes, won't you wear yourself out?"