Turns out Yu Beizhou knew all along.
Zong Luo was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained his composure.
That makes sense.
The Third Prince in the original book was a completely different person from him. Even though there were only a few sentences, it was clear that the original Third Prince cared deeply for Yu Beizhou. From the first chapter, one could see Yu Beizhou’s charm that attracts thousands of people, at a very young age.
After he transmigrated over, he shut himself in, ran away with his burdens, and avoided others like the plague. Even his personality was completely different from the “good-natured old man” Third Prince in the original book.
The author also used the phrase “wise and almost demonic” to describe Yu Beizhou when writing this character. Moreover, he was the real and serious son of destiny, therefore what couldn’t he figure out?
After so many days of going round in circles, this madman finally revealed his intentions. Regardless of whether there were debts or not, whether he was the original owner or not, he just wanted to fight him to the end.
Zong Luo felt that he should be angry, should be full of rage, should slap Yu Beizhou against the wall and never let him stand up again. But now he had no strength, no mood to say another word to Yu Beizhou.
“What you say to me has no effect.”
His tone was extremely calm. “Since you don’t want to let me go, and want to owe each other, I can’t possibly not return these things to you.”
From beginning to end, these were all Zong Luo’s decisions.
He couldn’t continue to enjoy all this with peace of mind after knowing the truth.
“Thus I came.”
The young man in red and white fur was playing with his fingers. “Isn’t Senior brother worried that Emperor Yuan might dream and remember everything from his previous life? Now no one will dream of those things, everything will return to normal.”
Zong Luo frowned. “What do you mean?”
Yu Beizhou said lightly. “The previous dreams were just a side effect of time reversal. Once dealt with, naturally there will be no more dreams.”
After leaving the Hanmen Pass, Zong Luo wanted to lead the troops and go. But Yu Beizhou was alone, directly using his lightness skill. There was no need to stop and go, which halved the time and allowed him to return to the Imperial City in advance.
His appearance at the Great Witch Temple today could not be a coincidence.
However, Zong Luo didn’t think too much, he just thought that Yu Beizhou was trying to stab him again.
Zong Luo prided himself on understanding him the best, how could he not know this person’s extremely malicious thoughts.
Just like his suggestion to Zong Luo not to take the initiative to talk to Emperor Yuan, but to wait until the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, to repeat the fate of his previous life, at first glance it seemed reasonable, quite kind-hearted.
In fact, Zong Luo suspected that he just wanted to see himself tormented by conscience and morality.
As for Yu Beizhou’s suggestion, lock him in the dark room and let him play.
This kind of purely infuriating words, Zong Luo had long been disdainful of.
“You take care of yourself.”
He threw down these words and left without looking back.
In the dim alley, Yu Beizhou was left alone, watching the back of the white-clothed prince, silent and downcast, his crow-like eyelashes casting deep shadows.
The Great Witch Temple quieted down again, with only one person’s breathing, inexplicably lonely.
The young man in red and white fur lowered his head, slowly stroking his fingertips, as if there was still a cold touch on them.
In fact, Yu Beizhou had been busy here for almost half a month, and today he came to deal with this matter, during which he did not stop, but just happened to meet Zong Luo.
After the time reversal, only he remembered the specific content of the immortal method.
Now that he was not yet the emperor like he was in his previous life, many things couldn’t be done arbitrarily. Without a single order, there were countless people who would rush to do things for him, and many particularly tedious and thankless tasks still had to be done by himself.
In addition to this, there was another thing.
In short, now that the Great Witch was directly under the command of Emperor Yuan, he had no way to command the Great Witch to solve the problem of time reversal, and could only throw out the chips in his hand bit by bit.
In his previous life, he had been a monarch for many years, and knew a lot about the secret and dirty things between imperial power and divine power.
The Great Witch needed to observe the stars daily, and found something wrong as early as when the nine stars were connected. Previously, when Zong Luo met Yu Beizhou at the entrance of the Great Witch Temple, the latter came to find the Great Witch to seal their mouth.
Of course, Yu Beizhou did all these things behind his back, and didn’t need to tell anyone.
Even if he mentioned it today, he just lightly passed over it, as if saying one more word was a loss for him.
Sure enough, Zong Luo didn’t delve into it at all.
Yu Beizhou hooked his lips in self-mockery.
His good senior brother never hesitated to speculate about him with the greatest malice, so how could he think about these things.
Let alone mentioning Zong Luo, even Yu Beizhou himself didn’t know why he had to do so much. It’s just that after he came back to his senses, he had already done so.
In the final analysis…
He just felt that while he didn’t feel the pain in his chest, there seemed to be something else.
Yu Beizhou touched his chest, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
What exactly is it?
After leaving the witch building, Zong Luo went straight to the main hall.
A witch had been waiting there for a long time, and the other princes had even left one after another. Among them, Zong Hongjiu was followed by the imperial guards, and the look in his eyes was full of hatred and resentment.
Emperor Yuan summoned the princes for this matter.
In a few days, it would be the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. If one wanted to find out which prince was more suitable to ascend to the throne, who was the destined crown prince, one needed to draw blood today as a medium for divination.
Of course, the crowning of the crown prince would be held together with the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.
When Zong Luo walked over, he received a wave of attention because of his different hair color from ordinary people.
However, the witches who were cultivating in the Great Witch Temple were very devout, with profound magical powers, and the emotions were only of apathy. Although surprised, they did not linger on their sight.
They led Zong Luo into the main hall from the back.
