He stared at the frosty long hair, his eyes and chest dry and twisted.
Pain was too far away from him. When the body replaced pain with pleasure, pure pain had never been tasted, so that when it was felt, the lust felt was like honey.
“Yu Beizhou.” Zong Luo spoke.
His voice was very calm, at least it sounded that way on the surface.
Zong Luo knew from the beginning that this confrontation was inevitable.
He once thought that when he saw Yu Beizhou again, he would explain to him that the third prince was not him. He was just a wandering soul from another world, who happened to transmigrate into the body of the third prince after his seventh birthday. All the causes and consequences in the book were not clearly written, and there was no way to know those buried pasts.
Transmigrating inside the book was the biggest secret of his two lifetimes, and he had never revealed a bit to anyone. If not mentioned, it should at least explain that he knew nothing about his plan for the Yu family.
But there was none.
When it really came to this moment, Zong Luo found that he didn’t have the courage to speak.
He just felt tired, deeply exhausted.
That kind of numbness that rose from the bottom of his heart spread to all limbs and bones, and even a little finger was too lazy to lift.
“Yu Beizhou, the things that belong to you, I will return them all to you after returning to the Imperial City this time.”
Zong Luo did not covet the title Third Prince of the Great Yuan.
Even if this identity was behind his struggle for two lifetimes, all the struggles after transmigrating inside the book. But in the final analysis, he would not do things like occupying the magpie’s nest, whether it was subjective or not.
Nothing was brought at birth, and nothing was taken away at death, not to mention he was just a wandering soul and wild ghost?
No worries, no demands.
“I will report to the Father Emperor and announce your identity to the world. You don’t have to be afraid that I will snatch your things or glory again, I will retire to the mountains and forests, never taking a step out of the deep mountains until I die.”
The voice of the prince in white was too calm, calm and rational as if he was telling someone else’s story. “Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil. The mountains are high and the water is far away, wishing to never see each other again in life or death.”
The ever-unchanging smile at the corner of Yu Beizhou’s lips finally faded.
There was a moment when he thought that the person in front of him was a banished immortal who was indifferent to the world, tired of the world, about to ascend, and had no desires.
He clearly wanted to pull him down from the high clouds and fall into the muddy pit full of filth, just like him, full of scars, but instead pushed him a few points higher.
Yu Beizhou hated this feeling.
There used to be disgust, anger, and vivid things that belonged to him. But now there was only a blank space left on that face, so far away that it made people panic.
Never to see each other again in life or death?
What a good banished immortal shooking of mud like never seeing each other in life and death!
The red-robed and white-furred general suddenly laughed out loud, the laughter echoed in the snowfield, stirring up pieces of flying flowers, and the silent mountains seemed to see his displeasure from the laughter, rolling down the rustling snow.
“Senior brother, can you really not care?”
Yu Beizhou’s words were like a sharp knife, stabbing from his own dull heart, stirring the flesh and blood of the two. “Don’t you hate me, don’t you hate me for killing your biological parents?”
There were many things that he didn’t say, and Zong Luo would never know.
For example, Zong Luo was not the biological bone and blood of the Yu family. Yu Beizhou had ways to deceive Zong Luo to hate him.
“The Yu family is not a good thing, but when the mistress and the head of the family died, they were still thinking about you. It’s true that even mud has true feelings.”
His tone was sarcastic. “And Emperor Yuan. Your good father values you so much and regards you as his heir to the throne. After knowing the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony in the previous life, it is a reduction of thirty years of life. Can you really do it without any grudges, and tell him the truth in person?”
These were all pasts that only Yu Beizhou knew.
He had long forgotten the surprises he didn’t want to say in this life, and threw out one bloody question after another.
Fate was as unpredictable as flowers in a mirror and the moon’s reflection in water, entangled in them but difficult to separate from blood and flesh.
“Senior brother, you are always like this, noble character and unquestionable integrity, open-minded and honest. I hate you the most.”
Yu Beizhou covered his face with one hand, and the smile on half of his face rose high. “You don’t want to have anything to do with me, but we will always, forever, cannot not owe each other.”
How can he keep him?
With pain, with hatred, with loneliness day after day for nine years?
No one had ever taught Yu Beizhou how to keep the moon in the sky. He could only use the pain, hatred, and loneliness he had tasted, repeatedly hurting himself and others, and holding on tightly even if he was covered in wounds.
Because this was the most intense emotion he had.
“Everything you say, I can do it.”
The expression of the prince in white was as silent as dead water.
Only the tightly clenched reins and the whitening joints of his hands could reveal his inner unrest at this moment. “Yu Beizhou, everything about you, I will return it to you completely.”
The falling snow fell from the clouds and melted into water at the end of the eyelashes, like a falling tear.
His expression was neither sad nor happy, and finally looked up at Yu Beizhou.
This look was the sharpest weapon in the world, the sharpest arrow. It made people die on the spot.
He said, “Yu Beizhou, let me go”.
Oww…