You're the One Covered in Sweat

The manager from the Capital Constabulary saw the scene unfold, his face turning green. Instantly, he heard Charles Chu beside him grinding his teeth so hard it sounded like they might shatter!

Watching Charles Chu's twitching face, the manager really wanted to say: Your Highness, please take it easy—breaking your teeth is no joke.

Then came a loud crack—a tooth actually broke. Charles Chu's lips trembled, and as he opened his mouth, he spat out a bloody tooth. The manager was dumbfounded: Damn, is he really that mad? Is this even necessary?

"You—you've gone too far!" Charles Chu's forehead veins bulged as he roared at the crowd.

The marketplace instantly fell silent. Everyone turned to stare at Charles Chu, at first confused, but as they got a good look at his face, instead of being scared, they looked oddly thrilled.

Suddenly, an uncle slapped his thigh, grabbed a young constable who was buying a book, and pointed excitedly at Charles Chu. "Constable, look! That's the Crown Prince of Chu himself! See how much he looks like the drawing in my book? It's a perfect match! I'm raising the price—three more copper coins!"

The young constable reflexively followed the uncle's finger. Whoa, the drawing really was spot-on! He blurted out, "Then I'll buy three more sets—uh, wait! My respects to Your Highness!"

Before the young constable could finish, he felt the crowd surge around him. Countless citizens rushed toward Charles Chu.

Charles Chu looked at the crowd, buzzing with excitement like they'd taken spring tonic, and clenched his fists, ready to punch the fastest runner—only to be stopped by the manager from the Capital Constabulary. "Your Highness, please calm down. These citizens aren't assassins; you can't just hit our Kingdom of Jin's people."

After all, as an official of Jin, with so many eyes watching in broad daylight, letting the Crown Prince of Chu beat up innocent citizens would mean losing his job.

Charles Chu's eyes nearly popped out. Held tightly by the manager from the Capital Constabulary, he couldn't move his arm, and his aching backside made kicking impossible—he was utterly miserable.

The crowd really wasn't a bunch of assassins—they swarmed around Charles Chu, just as excited as visitors at the monkey exhibit, all holding their racy little yellow books and comparing them to his real-life appearance.

"Hey, my book looks even more like him!"

"So the Crown Prince of Chu really looks like this! Look at his backside—it's exactly like the drawing!"

"Yeah, yeah, his arms and legs too! This drawing is spot-on. Gotta keep this for my collection!"

Surrounded by a crowd of overexcited citizens, each clutching a racy novel starring him as the leading man, Charles Chu's arm was locked by the manager, his backside throbbed, and his legs had gone numb. He felt utterly hopeless—maybe smashing his head into a block of tofu was the way out...

This ruthless 'Crown Prince Watching Squad'—thousands strong—finally dispersed after half an hour, thanks to the Capital Constabulary. People left reluctantly, glancing back with regret if they'd missed seeing the Crown Prince of Chu.

Of course, not a single racy book was surrendered.

"Your Highness, you must be shaken!" The head constable wiped sweat from his brow, bowing and scraping to Charles Chu, whose face was now the color of pork liver. He pulled out a handkerchief to dab Charles Chu's sweat. "You're drenched! Let me wipe it for you."

Charles Chu instantly bristled, furious: "Who are you calling drenched?! You're the one who's drenched! Your whole family is drenched! Everyone within ten miles of your house is drenched!"