"Achoo!" Mo Jiashe suddenly sneezed and he wiped his nose that became itchy.
The servants behind him were startled and immediately handed him a handkerchief. "Your Excellency, are you alright?" they worriedly asked as they looked at him in concern.
"En." Mo Jiashe nodded but his expression was deadpan. Back in his original world, there was this belief that when your nose itches or you sneeze, that means that someone was talking bad about you. Could it be Duan Yuan? He thought. After all, he knows how much Duan Yuan hated him. However, he doesn't know the reason behind this. Maybe their magnetic fields are just repelling each other… he thought and believed it like this. He did not suspect even a little if there was something wrong with his personality.
This is how the mind of a narcissist works.
"Did someone arrive in the palace?" Mo Jiashe asked.
"Yes, Your Excellency." The servant answered.
"Where are they now?" Mo Jiashe asked.