"Heh heh, nice weather, huh? Even in this prison cell, I can hear the snowflakes outside, rustling away. Seems like another blizzard is on the way!"
Jia Yun sneered sarcastically, "And by the way, you're putting on an act in front of a dying man like me. Why don't you act like this in front of the real big shots? Why not put on this show in front of that dog of an emperor whose whole family is dead, instead of being all sarcastic in front of me? Are you sick?"
"Does this guy really have a strong aversion to the emperor?"
Yuchi looked aggrieved:
"The thing is, I didn't even feel like I was putting on an act."
"You can't just think I'm handsome and then slander me like this."
"Let me make this clear—I'm not interested in men."
Damn! You're not interested in men, but do you think I would be? Jia Yun was speechless. Whatever Yuchi had to say, Jia Yun remained calm. If he gave any regard to Yuchi, it would be like admitting defeat.
