“Yu Beizhou, you are not as proficient as you show on the surface.”
Zong Luo’s voice was very soft.
But it was this seemingly illusory whisper that, like a sealed sharp blade, slowly erased the effortlessly smile on Yu Beizhou’s face.
This man, when he smiled with his unique charm, his smile was dazzling to the point where people dared not stare. When he doesn’t smile, it’s easy for people to feel gloomy.
However, Zong Luo didn’t stop, he was pressing his advantage.
“When Emperor Yuan sent you to Wei Country as a proton, he had already recognized your priority of inheritance in his heart. Because of the ancestral teachings of the Zong family, the more a child is given high hopes, the less he can be spoiled by his side, the more he needs to be sent out for training and growth.”
If it weren’t for Emperor Yuan drunkenly revealing the truth, Zong Luo would never have known about this way of loving a child, which was completely different from ordinary families.
He felt that Yu Beizhou also had the right to know. At least let the hateful Yu Beizhou in front of him know that he was not as he was muttering in the dark room last night, where he couldn’t see his fingers, that he had nothing left.
Emperor Yuan loved the third prince very much, whether it was the real one or the fake one.
“Father Emperor loved you very much, he even held you when you were a child.”
Zong Luo didn’t even know what he was saying.
From running all the way from the palace to here, from wanting to question Yu Beizhou last night to this morning’s Witch Sacrificial Ceremony that was completely beyond his expectation, and then to seeing Yu Beizhou again, this man’s mouth, which had become unlikable again, was saying things that were completely opposite to what he said in the dark room last night, which were annoying.
Zong Luo wished he could tear off the stubborn mouth of the man in front of him, but there was a hint of softness in his heart that he couldn’t bear to be harsh – after all, the Yu Beizhou in front of him could have remained as he was.
If it weren’t for his transmigration, after taking his revenge, Yu Beizhou would have continued along the plot of the original book. After all, the original text only serialized to forty-something chapters, no one knew what would happen later.
Perhaps one day, Emperor Yuan accidentally discovered that Yu Beizhou was his biological son. Not to mention that this person was the son of Heavenly Way, with excellent abilities. Before acknowledging his kinship, he was appreciated and promoted by Emperor Yuan, and it was naturally simple to acknowledge his ancestors and return to his clan. He might even become more filial due to a similar style of conduct.
Without Zong Luo, the original Yu Beizhou could have love, friendship, and family affection. However, after Zong Luo came, all these were gone, which was an indisputable fact.
“He–” Zong Luo wanted to continue speaking, but was angrily interrupted by the other party. “Shut up!”
The young man in red had already sat up completely from the rockery, looking down at him from above.
A pair of phoenix eyes with red corners looked down coldly, and a hypocritical smile was hung up again, as if to wrap himself in a thick layer of armor, with thorns all over his body.
“Listen, listen.”
Yu Beizhou said with extreme contempt. “How funny, Senior brother, you don’t want to hate me, but you even question others’ hatred. Then you tell me, how should I make you feel that I hate you to the bone? Is it not enough to be deprived of identity, not worthy of being a reason for hatred?”
This kind of Yu Beizhou, Zong Luo had seen before.
That night at the Great Witch Temple, the moment when the truth of two lifetimes was revealed, Yu Beizhou had a similar expression. The undisguised malice emerged on the beautiful face, shrouded in mist, aggressive, blooming poisonous bouquets in the mud.
Hurt others, also hurt himself.
Zong Luo tried to look at this lifelong enemy who had always been ruthless from a calm perspective.
But Yu Beizhou’s performance was not as Zong Luo intended. He was like a born bad seed, unreservedly venting his malice, and every word hit the bullseye.
“You see, it’s like this again. It’s such a condescending and charitable tone. Senior brother, I hate you the most for this, as if you are someone uninvolved, saying self-righteous words from above.”
He laughed carelessly, his dark pupils were bottomless, and he said the most sad words in a mocking posture. “How touching was the father-son confession last night. Senior brother, your appearance of kowtowing on the ground is really pitiful, and I can hardly bear to look at it.”
“Family affection? Ha, it’s just an illusory thing. The most important thing for you, I have never had from the beginning, what to expect?”
Zong Luo’s expression was dazed, and he stood there in a daze.
“As for me not caring about this identity? Haha, Senior brother, you are right, I do care about this identity, so what? Can you give it back to me now, can you give me back the many years of loss?”
Yu Beizhou’s words were like sharp knives, like the most poisonous snake in the Great Wilderness, wantonly spitting out its crimson snake tongue, cruelly declaring his victory. “No, you can’t pay it back, you can’t pay it off.”
“Admit it, Senior brother, you and I simply mutually owe each other.”
Even if Zong Luo warned himself countless times not to be affected by the words of this stinky junior brother Yu Beizhou, he couldn’t stop the evil fire from rising.
He held back his anger and said calmly. “Are you satisfied with the result now?”
This person was really good at calculating.
Taking away the pill, Zong Luo could not argue.
The blood was mixed, and it was only after the Crown Prince Ceremony that he knew the truth of this matter, which blocked his last way out.
Step by step, he was trapped in this Imperial City in a layout.
Even if the name is not correct and the words are not right, Zong Luo couldn’t leave arbitrarily at this time.
(t/n: if the name is not correct and the words are not right-it means when you do something, take the moral heights and proper identity.)
He could only bear the eager expectations of Emperor Yuan, the expectations of the ministers, and the eyes of everyone. Even if his heart was full of guilt, struggle, pain or anything else, he would have to bore those responsibilities.
“Satisfied, I am very satisfied.”
Yu Beizhou spread his arms, his smile reaching its peak, “Senior brother, you have to stay by my side, you can’t go anywhere. Even if you die, you can only die on Junior brother’s bed.”
Madman. Madman. This unreasonable madman.
