Would You Like to Have a Drink

Almost until dawn, Zong Luo, full of exhaustion, left the King of Beining Mansion.

Who knew where the feverish Yu Beizhou got such strength from, he broke the Winter Mountain Meteorite that usually trapped him when he was sick, and crawled out of the dark room covered in blood, grabbing his foot.

The process didn’t take long, almost as soon as Zong Luo left, Yu Beizhou followed in a daze and performed a self-harming act.

So Zong Luo had to stay, with great effort, he moved him to the master bedroom of the Beining Mansion, lit a lamp, and carefully removed the broken iron hook in his shoulder blade.

Yu Beizhou probably really broke free with pure brute force, the iron hook on the collarbone was deeply embedded, revealing the white bones behind.

When Zong Luo took it out for him, his forehead was sweating, but this person was still staring at him without blinking, as if it wasn’t nailed to his own body.

After finally removing the broken iron on his wrists and ankles, the person on the bed had already fallen asleep.

The abnormal blush on his face last night faded away, but the returned to normal red-clothed young man’s sleeping posture was not stable. His good-looking eyebrows unconsciously frowned, and was also full of arrogance and gloom in his sleep.

Although the feverish Yu Beizhou looked quite pitiful and satisfying, indeed, the normal him was the one Zong Luo was most familiar with.

He didn’t know if this person would remember everything that happened last night when he woke up.

Zong Luo put a towel on Yu Beizhou’s head, laughed at himself, and closed the bedroom door.

Who knew if he would remember, anyway, after waking up, he probably wouldn’t be in the Imperial City.

Plus, it’s best to forget Yu Beizhou’s look of hatred for two lifetimes.

On the other side, early in the morning, the palace maids in Yuchun Palace were all in a hurry.

Today was a big day, it was already the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. Every prince must dress up and go to the main hall of the Great Witch Temple to pray early in the morning, waiting for noon to arrive.

Last night, the Third Prince woke up and left without a word. His Majesty sent someone to pass a message, but he never returned, even as dawn broke.

The palace maids were anxious. If the Third Highness did not return and missed the auspicious time, they would all be punished when His Majesty sought to place blame.

At that moment, Zong Luo finally returned, using his lightness skills.

“Your Highness, it’s almost time. Please change your clothes quickly,” the steward said, letting out a sigh of relief. However, he saw the prince in white stiffen and wave his hand. “Is there hot water? I need to bathe.”

If it were an ordinary day and he was in a hurry, Zong Luo could just change his clothes and go to the Great Witch Temple.

But today…

The traces left from last night were still there, muddy and sticky from his body heat, showing no signs of drying.

Just now, Zong Luo had been flying around the eaves of the house using his internal energy. Who knows how much effort he had to exert?

Could it be that he was expected to put on his neat and tidy prince’s ceremonial clothes, carrying the traces left by Yu Beizhou between his legs, standing on the altar under the gaze of the public, accepting the eyes cast from all directions?

Just thinking about such a shameless thing made Zong Luo’s ears turn red.

He had always adhered to etiquette and was a pure youth. For him, last night’s indulgence was already the most reckless.

Fortunately, Zong Luo always wore white. Even if the hem of his clothes was wet, it’s not noticeable. At most, others might notice that his walk was a bit unnatural.

“The hot water has naturally been prepared long ago.”

The steward looked troubled. “But, Your Highness, it’s almost time.”

“don’t need to see me off later. I’ll ride Zhao Yebai directly.”

The prince in white hurriedly left these words and quickly made his way to the Yuchun Palace bath.

He dismissed the attendants and waited until the bath was completely empty before he, feeling guilty, began to remove his clothes one by one.

The garments slithered to the ground, piling up.

Sure enough, the expensive fabric, beautifully woven and embroidered with dark patterns, was now tainted with a foul odor. From the back of the clothes, a straight line of dampness ran down, finally disappearing into the area outside his undergarments, like a heavy stroke of ink on paper.

This was just the outer garment, and it was already in such a mess, even at the hem.

Zong Luo closed his eyes. It wouldn’t be good to send these clothes directly to the servants. So, he kicked them into the pool without looking, to let the water wash them, or else the experienced palace staff would immediately recognize what they were at a glance.

After hesitating, he finally stepped into the steaming water, which was almost too hot.

He really couldn’t bear to look at himself now.

The areas that were usually as smooth and straight as jade were now covered with things that were dry or not quite dry. If someone were to look at him from behind, they would see that the deep grooves in his neck and shoulders were also filled with these things, leaving almost no gaps.

Further down, his skin was red from chafing, and just looking at it made it clear how intense the situation had been.

Zong Luo stood in the pool, which reached just below his chest, for a long time. When the scalding hot water softened these things a little, he hesitantly reached out and began to touch himself.

After a whole night, everything that should have solidified had solidified on the outside, making it increasingly difficult to dig out. These things were sticky and hot, and although it was only once, the amount that was expelled was thick and plentiful, spreading out in strands in the pool. Coupled with the red and sore areas, cleaning it up was simply a painful torture.

This person had probably been holding it in for quite some time.

Zong Luo began to regret countless times why he didn’t just throw Yu Beizhou into his own room and leave, so he wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

Not to mention that he had only helped him get it out last night, if it went any further, thinking back to the scene where the other person pressed against his coccyx, Zong Luo’s face turned pale.

After finally cleaning it up and making sure it was correct, he wiped himself clean and put on his inner clothes before calling in the palace attendants.

The attendant who had been waiting anxiously at the door almost immediately came in with a tray and began to dress Zong Luo in the intricate and luxurious prince’s ceremonial robes one by one.

The attendant who had just combed his hair had lifted up his moonlight-like silver-white hair and couldn’t help but let out an “ah”.

“What’s wrong?” Zong Luo frowned.

In the next second, he saw in the bronze mirror that his neck was covered in dense red marks.

Upon closer inspection, they were clearly kiss marks left by someone licking and biting, like a stamp of aggression and passion, as if a primitive beast had marked its prey, even leaving dried bloodstains.

Zong Luo: “…..”