Seeing the newly crowned prince in his ceremonial robe hurriedly riding his horse out of the palace, the garrison guards bowed their heads in salute. Zong Luo, however, didn’t notice at all and rushed all the way to the gate of the King of Beining Mansion.
The gate of the mansion was tightly closed, silent to the point where it was no different from a large cemetery.
Without Zong Luo saying much, Zhao Yebai obediently bit its own reins, turned around in place, indicating that it would wait obediently at the door for him to return.
“You go back, don’t wait for me.”
Zong Luo had always been hands-off with Zhao Yebai.
It had long since figured out the roads of the Imperial City, going out on its own during the day, obediently returning to Yuchun Palace at night, often running to the Xuan Cavalry Barracks to scrounge for food and drink. Especially with the rise of its master’s status, it had now also risen with the tide to become the “horse of the Crown Prince”, who would dare to manage it?
Zhao Yebai rubbed Zong Luo’s fingers, disdainfully shook its head at the ugly goshawk perched on the corner of the King of Beining Mansion, and trotted off.
Unlike the lightness of the horse, after a journey of brewing, Zong Luo could now be described as raging with anger.
The guilt and powerlessness in his heart, or some emotions that he couldn’t distinguish, were all mixed together, making his thoughts chaotic.
Anger? Resentment? Doubt?
He thought of Yu Beizhou’s deep-seated hatred towards him, thought of the nearly endless entanglement between the two of them for two lifetimes. They could clearly tear this entanglement apart at the moment of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, even if it meant paying a heavy price.
But all of this, all of it, could all come to a stop today.
Yu Beizhou doing these things without telling him……what is it for?
Zong Luo couldn’t figure it out, all the accumulated emotions became a whirlpool of anger.
He just wanted to find Yu Beizhou. To question, to fight, to battle to the death, anything.
In this anger that was at full throttle, in almost an instant, Zong Luo stood at the gate.
The mute servant standing by the mansion saw him coming and hurriedly opened the gate.
Creak——
The heavy mansion gate retreated to both sides, revealing a flat road inside.
The flowers and plants on both sides were lush, and even in broad daylight, palace lanterns were set up, clearly waiting to welcome guests.
“Ah, a distinguished guest has arrived.”
Yu Beizhou, still dressed in a flamboyant red robe, casually leaned on a rockery, supporting his head with one hand. Although there was fatigue in the corners of his eyes, he absolutely did not look like the weak and miserable person who had a high fever in the dark room last night.
Zong Luo’s angry mood strangely paused.
All the way here, he just wanted to hurry, hurry again, to ask clearly what Yu Beizhou had done. He subconsciously forgot about the absurd thing that happened last night.
Isn’t it absurd? Thinking about last night’s events, Zong Luo felt infinitely embarrassed.
For so many years, two lifetimes, he had never lost control like this.
Last night, Zong Luo really thought he was leaving, that it would be the last time he saw Yu Beizhou, so he indulged himself unclearly, even silently allowed from the bottom of his heart, with a sense of self-abandonment.
If he knew today was such a situation, he would not have been kind last night no matter what.
“What kind of spring breeze is blowing today, that it has blown this honorable guest, Senior brother, here.”
Yu Beizhou lazily propped his head, seemingly glanced at him lightly, his gaze lingered on the extremely complicated and gorgeous nine-chapter ceremonial robe for a moment, silently moved away. Then he put on the same inscrutable smile as usual. “Could it be that Senior brother is blaming me for not going to congratulate Senior brother on his big happy day?”
Zong Luo’s previous embarrassment and complexity about how to face this person suddenly disappeared, and his expression was strange.
He forgot about last night’s events?
“Look, this robe is really seamless, the Clothing Bureau must have rushed to make it for half a year, but it just fits Senior brother’s size. Even if Junior brother sees it, he must respectfully call ‘Crown Prince’.”
A simple sarcastic sentence, the complexity that had just been involved disappeared in an instant. What came back was still that surging anger.
Zong Luo stared at the person in front of him. “Tell me why you did this?”
“Why did I do this? Senior brother, these words are interesting. What did I do?”
Yu Beizhou showed a hypocritical smile and denied. “Even if Senior brother doesn’t like Junior brother, he can’t slander Junior brother without any evidence, right?”
Zong Luo really wanted to kill the Yu Beizhou in front of him who had recovered, wishing he could have a high fever for a while, and send him back to last night to return to the furnace to remake. (TL: used to describe the other party’s words, deeds, abilities and other aspects that have not met the imagined requirements and need to be re-learned and improved.)
He said coldly, “Yu Beizhou, why do you need to be so pretentious? Isn’t it you who took the pill, isn’t it you who changed the wooden plaque today?”
“Oh——”
The handsome young man dragged his voice, “Took the pill? It seems that there is such a thing. But change the wooden plaque?”
Yu Beizhou suddenly laughed, with a sarcastic smile. “Senior brother, you wouldn’t really think that I would be so kind, would you?”
“The immortal method of time reversal is not easy to find, the immortal tomb, it is still this Junior brother who went by himself, it can be said that it took a lot of effort.”
On that time reversal array, the new emperor who had the power to dominate the world did not hesitate to stab his own wrist with a dagger, and the crimson blood gushed out like a spring.
On the array, a white ribbon, one end plunged into Zong Luo’s chest, and the other end connected to Yu Beizhou.
The pale golden fate and the crimson blood were all blended together along the ribbon.
“Although it’s said to be an immortal method, it’s actually a wicked technique. The Great Witch connected us.”
Yu Beizhou lowered his voice, sinking into his lips and teeth, like a sigh. “So——our blood is blended, intimately gathered, indistinguishable from each other. Perhaps it’s just like this, so no matter how the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony measures, the wooden plaque will light up.”
He laughed, but the smile never reached his eyes. “Senior brother must have never thought, after putting in a lot of effort to give it back to me, in fact it can never be cleared at all.”
Yu Beizhou didn’t finish everything, and even added fuel and vinegar to make changes.
Because in addition to blood, what flowed into Zong Luo’s body was also fate.
But even so, he thought, it was enough for the crown prince across from him to turn pale.
“What? Does Senior brother feel guilty? It must be. After all, Senior brother is such a noble and firm moral integrity person, how can he accept that he has taken everything from others.”
