The peonies in the Imperial Garden were in full bloom, and the Eighth Emperor's laughter was sharper than the thorns: "They say that the third prince is stupid, but today I found out that he is pretending to be clever - he even dared to steal the chess pieces offered by his mother before her death. Could it be that he wanted to use the hands of the dead ghost to seize the crown prince's position?"
He lowered his head, and drops of blood hit the bluestone along his chin. A line of ink words appeared in the splashed red: [Chess system activated, number of deductions remaining today: 3/3].
Under the mask of pretending to be stupid for thirteen years, his pupils suddenly shrank.
When the first game of "Rook" was settled, he teleported to the Taihu Rock three feet away just half a step before the Eighth Emperor's dagger. When the second game of "Cannon" was played, he foresaw that the secret letter in the secret compartment of the west wing would be burned tonight, and on it was the late emperor's private seal - it turned out that the "accidents" against him over the years were all carefully planned.
"Your Highness?"
A cold female voice came from behind.
Lin Qinghuan's stargazing disk reflected the moonlight, and the bottom of the disk was engraved with the same dragon pattern as the jade pendant around his neck.
She scratched the wound on his forehead with her fingertips, and her voice was colder than a chess game: "In the thirteenth year of your pretending to be crazy, they are finally closing the net."
And he looked at the three bloody words "Death Realm" on the system panel and suddenly smiled.
The stupidest prince, the most ruthless game.
