Would You Like to Have a Drink

He was extremely concerned about this dream that came out of nowhere. It was clearly just an illusory dream. When he woke up, he only remembered some parts that could be described as shocking, but his subconscious was sure that it would happen.

Zong Luo had a vague premonition. “You say.”

“On the night before Jin Yu led the troops, I had a dream.”

The content of the dream was naturally not good. After all, dreaming of the monarch he was loyal to writing a death decree for the person he admired, no matter how one thought about it, it was a nightmare in a nightmare.

What’s more important was that the object was still the prince who was most loved and valued by the monarch.

Through some clues, Pei Qianxue glimpsed a possible huge secret that might have existed behind the scenes.

He knew that Jin Yu had a deep admiration for His Majesty, almost like deer milk serving parents. He also knew how big a blow this matter he knew could bring to Jin Yu.

(t/n: deer milk serving parents-It tells how a filial son risked his life and tried every means to obtain deer milk to help his parents. This is the sixth story in “Twenty-Four Filial Piety”. Specific meaning: Zhou Tanzi was extremely filial by nature. His parents are old, suffer from eye diseases, and need a deer’s milk to wash their eyes. Tanzi dressed in deer skin, went to the deep mountains, went among the deers, to obtain deer milk for his parents. The hunter sees it and wants to shoot it. Tanzi confessed with love, and so was spared.)

But under the matter of life and death, he had to say, if he didn’t say, he’s afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as the green-robed prime minister, who was always known for his sharp-tongue and harsh words, was preparing to use tactful wording to lay everything out, Zong Luo finally spoke. “Ah Xue.”

“What you want to say, I already know.”

Pei Qianxue suddenly widened his eyes.

He looked at the person sitting across the room.

The white-clothed prince just sat there calmly, with a head of immaculate snow-like long hair scattered down, his face was neither sad nor happy, and he had a kind of ethereal that was almost detached from the world and independent of the world.

But this was just the appearance.

Pei Qianxue had always been keen and meticulous, and he couldn’t fail to see Zong Luo’s current state.

At first glance, he saw something wrong, but because of the urgency of the matter, he only saw more clues after sitting down and calming down.

The beauty was flawless, as if the banished immortal was false; the thoughts were all destroyed, and the heart that was like dead ashes was the truth.

His voice trembled. “Then Jin Yu, your hair?”

Zong Luo didn’t make a sound.

His refusal to answer already meant the result.

Pei Qianxue only felt that his whole person was like being held by an invisible hand, and his heart was aching.

What kind of pain could turn a young, spirited prince’s hair from black to white like snow overnight?

But now was not the time to talk about these things.

The green-robed prime minister didn’t ask Zong Luo how he knew, his fingertips clenched under his sleeve. “Jin Yu, listen to me. While the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony has not yet arrived, and His Majesty has not returned from the Great Witch Temple..”

He closed his eyes. “Before His Majesty discovers it, hurry up and leave.”

Leave the Imperial City, leave Great Yuan, the farther you go, the better, never come back.

In order not to startle the snake in the grass, Pei Qianxue didn’t even send people to investigate the situation of the Yu family in the Wei Country. But he believed in Jin Yu’s integrity, all this must have happened without his knowledge.

But the biggest knot of this matter was not in Zong Luo, but in Emperor Yuan.

Even if Pei Qianxue only remembered some fragments of the dream, it was enough to imagine the reaction of Emperor Yuan after knowing this.

Such an arrogant and suspicious emperor, experiencing such a thorough mockery.

Pei Qianxue was not unaware of Emperor Yuan’s love for this prince, but love was deep and blame was harsh. When all this was subverted, it would be difficult for people to maintain the most complete rationality. Not to mention whether such a talented and stubborn emperor would regret his decision, at least the impulse that bursts out in an instant would hurt people.

Whether it was death or house arrest, the harm would ultimately fall on Zong Luo.

The room fell silent again because of his words.

After a long time, the white-clothed prince spoke softly. “Leave?”

Zong Luo pulled the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly bitter smile. “Where can I go?”

There was only one Wei Country left in the Great Wilderness, and everything else was the Great Yuan territory.

Wei Country was nothing more than the end of the strong crossbow, and it would soon be conquered by the Great Yuan.

Even if he leaves, could Zong Luo just leave without saying a word, directly escape into the mountains and forests, and then let Emperor Yuan give orders, waste troops in vain, and keep looking until half of his body was buried in the ground?

As a son, filial piety comes first. Zong Luo could never do such irresponsible things.

Even if he wanted to leave, he had to tell Emperor Yuan himself and wait for the dust to settle before leaving.

“Ah Xue, I’m not going anywhere.”

Zong Luo said softly. “When Father Emperor returns, I will tell him everything myself.”

He wanted to face this storm.

In so many days, there had never been a moment when he was so sober.

Perhaps fate was bleak, painful, and absurd. He must also be brave, gentle, and spotless. (TL: spotless-a metaphor for being an honest official, or having a pure and noble character without any bad habits)

Even if there was only a dead end.