Would You Like to Have a Drink

The wind on the snowfield was very cold, cold enough to penetrate the heart.

A long, long time ago, in the perpetually cold Yu family, the favorite thing for Little Yu Beizhou to do every day was to lock himself in the dark study, light an oil lamp that was extremely precious to the legitimate young master, and slowly flip through a book found from some bookshelf.

The lamp full of oil stains was placed at his feet, and the faintly burning fire flickered in the dim room.

Whether it was the obscure and difficult to understand classics full of profound truths, the travel notes with light and humorous sentences, the records of local customs, or the collections of classics, histories, and biographies, Little Yu Beizhou always found them fascinating.

Even later, when the King of Beining led his cavalry to attack other countries, the first thing he ordered was not to loot the precious treasures of the Imperial City, but to let the Tianji Army load up carts and carts of case documents and transport them to the Great Yuan.

Suddenly, Yu Beizhou remembered this scene.

He remembered very clearly, he had read an unnamed record, which recorded a type of ice wolf that only lived in the Great Wilderness Snowfield.

Wolf packs all have a head wolf. They regard the head wolf as the master and recognize the head wolf as the king. The head wolf was the core of the wolf pack, whether it was offensive hunting or recuperative defense, it required the command of the head wolf.

The head wolf of the ice wolves was even more powerful and proud. The ice field had always been scarce in resources, which meant intense competition. It was not easy for the wolf pack to survive. This required the head wolf to have a high ability to lead the group well.

The head wolf of the ice wolves could predict their own death, and their death had no warning.

Perhaps one moment they were still running proudly, and the next second they slowly closed their eyes and took their last breath under the gaze of the pack, keeping their wolf spine straight until death.

Death was pride.

Bringing nothing at birth and taking nothing at death, quietly turning into an ice sculpture that people look up to.

Even extinction was silent.

Just like now.

The glance from the prince in white was light and fluttering.

Compared to the fierce and hateful eyes of the past, this glance was as pale as paper, as light as catkins and cotton, without any strength.

But Yu Beizhou was rooted to the spot.

Because he saw the light in those eyes dim and extinguish, empty and devoid of any human figure.

He wanted to open his mouth, to continue speaking those seemingly honey-mouthed but actually malicious lies, like a venomous snake spitting out a crimson tongue, carrying sweet venom, but was choked at the spine and throat.

There was a moment when he saw the snow falling rustlingly.

The snow drifted down from the high clouds, piece by piece, falling into the hair of the prince in white, falling onto his slightly open collar, curling eyelashes, melting into a puddle of water.

Clearly close at hand, but as distant as another world.

Looking for flowers in the fog, fishing for the moon in the water, unreachable.

(t/n: Looking for flowers in the fog and fishing for the moon in the water – what you are pursuing is unrealistic and illusory. You cannot get it no matter how hard you try, and it will be in vain in the end)

“Let you go?”

After a long time, Yu Beizhou heard his own voice. “You actually asked me to let you go?”

He held his increasingly surging chest pain, and sarcastically said in a soft voice. “Senior brother, it’s really funny, you would actually say such words.”

What kind of situation would it take for a person who is proud to the extreme to say something akin to a plea?

“Let you go, Senior brother? Sure.” Yu Beizhou smiled again.

Just kidding. How could he let go?

Even in death, he would hate not to be buried in the same grave, to chew and swallow the blood and bones.

How could he let go, how could he bear to let go?

Yu Beizhou lowered his eyes, tasting the blood in his throat, as if he had become an empty bellows. “But Senior brother, this can’t be your attitude when you ask for help, can it?”

The prince in white, who was about to leave, stopped.

Zong Luo closed his eyes, covering the raging anger in his heart.

This was the only other emotion he had felt after that night, apart from the full-blown pain.

He sat on the horse, gripping the reins tightly, his chest heaving, and calmly asked, “What do you want?”

If it’s his life, Zong Luo was not unwilling to give it.

In fact, after receiving the “surprise” that Yu Beizhou had carefully prepared for two lifetimes that night, there was a brief moment when he even thought about simply dying.

The things that were desperately sought after in two lifetimes, in the end, were nothing more than fishing for the moon in the water, ending in emptiness. Falling to such a field, what was the need to continue?

(t/n: fishing for the moon in the water-a fruitless attempt)

However, this impulsive desire to die was only a momentary thought.

Zong Luo was not a person who couldn’t take responsibility, nor was he a coward who couldn’t face reality.

In his previous life, he was forced to a dead end, and it was Emperor Yuan’s handwritten decree, otherwise, he would never have gone to such lengths.

Even if he took off the halo of the Third Prince of the Great Yuan, he also had his own pride, his own integrity.

Since he came openly and uprightly, then he must leave in the same manner.

Zong Luo had long been prepared, waiting for this battle to end and return to the Imperial City, to take the initiative to confess everything to the father emperor. At that time, whether it was exile to the frontier, or a death decree, or even a raging fire, Zong Luo was willing to bear it.

As for Yu Beizhou,

“Do you really want to kill me with your own hands?”

Such a strong hatred, followed for two lifetimes, how embarrassing it was to face, just like those previous palpitations that were not clear, ironically like a joke.

“Senior brother, you are wrong.”

Yu Beizhou pretended to be surprised and narrowed his long phoenix eyes, with a rich smile. “I can’t wait to love the Senior brother, how can I bear to kill the Senior brother?”

“But since Senior brother has lowered his posture to plead, this Junior brother is not unwilling to consider.”