Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo clearly didn’t want to say more. “There are some things that need to be dealt with, you come with me.”

He went straight to the study, took out the Daxia Longque that he had brought back from Hanmen Pass last time, and solemnly entrusted it to Steward Liao. “If the Fifth Prince comes, remember to give this to him.”

“All these things in the mansion, leave them to Zong Ruichen in the future. The rest will be divided among the Xuan Cavalry brothers, and if there is more, it will be handed over to the national treasury.”

“For the servants in the mansion, those who have a sale contract, return the contract to them, and be sure to help those of suitable age to find a good family, and the monthly salary will be given according to the usual resignation. If it is an old soldier, with no family, give more silver money as a subsidy.”

Zong Luo explained bit by bit. The more Steward Liao listened, the more wrong he felt, somewhat frightened.

This…why does it feel like entrusting funeral affairs?

He was uncertain and was about to ask, but Zong Luo said. “I know what the Old Gentleman wants to ask, don’t ask, wait until today is over, you will know what you should know. And this..”

The white-robed prince took off his waist token and handed it over. “Give this to Ye Linghan, let him go to the north of the city.”

With no choice, Steward Liao had to leave full of doubts and take his orders.

The study was quiet again.

Zong Luo stood here, silent for a long time, and took out a box from the secret compartment of the bookcase.

In the box, that immortal pill was still lying quietly.

He picked up Zhanlu, hung it on his waist, took the box, took a deep breath, and left the room.

After today, he should not be able to return here.

Whether it was Pei Qianxue or Yu Beizhou, they had already told him very straightforwardly about the pros and cons. Since Zong Luo chose not to turn back until he hit the southern wall, after his brain calmed down, he should naturally explain these follow-ups clearly.

(t/n: not to turn back until he hit the southern wall-it means someone who is stubborn and cannot listen to different opinions)

When he arrived at the gate of the Third Prince’s Mansion, Zong Luo saw a person he hadn’t been able to see for a long time.

The purple-robed prince stood in front of the mansion, and when he saw him coming, his face was both sad and happy. “Your Highness, are you going to drive me away too?”

The token that Zong Luo had just asked Steward Liao to send was once something that Ye Linghan had dreamed of.

The Great Yuan Imperial City regularly sent trade caravans to other countries, and Wei Country was no exception.

Ye Linghan had been maneuvering among various dignitaries for a long time before, just for this token. With this token, he could quietly follow the caravan back to his home country.

The nobles who could interfere with the caravan knew in their hearts that they could not take the risk of secretly sending away a proton of a country, and turned a blind eye.

Now, when he had lost all hope, this token had come into his hands.

He should be overjoyed, but Ye Linghan’s heart was filled with intense panic.

Zong Luo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Don’t think too much.”

“The Great Yuan is about to attack Wei Country, don’t you want to go back before then?”

He avoided Ye Linghan’s gaze and said as if it was nothing.

No matter how many bad things the Yu family had done, at least the Yu family had indeed not wronged him.

Yu Beizhou destroyed the Yu family, and Zong Luo had nothing to say.

But as the crown prince of Wei Country, and one of the only two remaining bloodlines of the Yu family currently in exile, he also wanted to help as much as he could.

Besides, Wei Country and Great Yuan were bound to fight. Now that the overall situation was set, whether Ye Linghan went back or not, he couldn’t turn the tide. It’s just to leave no regrets in his heart and regret for the rest of his life.

“Don’t you want to go back?”

This sentence made Ye Linghan stop in his tracks.

Go back, of course, Ye Linghan wanted to go back. Especially at this juncture.

But he had already determined in his heart that he would be loyal to the Third Prince.

“Besides, even if you go back, you can come back at any time.”

Zong Luo comforted. “You are already my vassal, and there will be a place for you in the prince’s mansion.”

Ye Linghan intuitively felt something was wrong.

Although His Highness usually treated him well, he had never been so good to him, as if he had transferred the good that should have been given to another person to him.

However, the impact of this matter on him was so great that Ye Linghan had no mood to pay attention to these details that should have been thought deeply.

“Then..” he suddenly spoke, stopping the person in front.

It was only when the white-robed prince turned sideways that Ye Linghan clenched his fist and said, “Where is Your Highness going?”

He had no right to ask, but for some reason, he always felt that if he didn’t speak now, it seemed like he would never have a chance again.

Zong Luo smiled, his smile as ethereal as the snow on a thousand mountains. “To do something I should do.”