His pupils, full of bloodshot, bulged out, staring dead at Zong Ruichen, making a terrifying sound from his throat, as if luring an innocent lamb.
Even if he couldn’t drag Zong Luo into the water, he wanted Yu Beizhou to not live in peace!
Outside the prison.
Just as they were about to brush by the shoulders, Yu Beizhou suddenly gripped his wrist tightly.
But it was only for a moment.
A moment later, the Crown Prince, dressed in splendid clothes, broke free from this sudden restraint with an extremely agile posture.
Yu Beizhou’s deep and unsettled eyes flickered slightly.
Indeed. Zong Luo’s martial arts skills have always been on par with his, and it’s not difficult to break free if he wanted to. He didn’t break free before, either because he still wanted to clarify things with him, or because people around didn’t want to.
After breaking free from him, Zong Luo didn’t even look back, he just walked straight forward, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant episode that didn’t need to be taken too seriously.
Without reason, this calm, full of disappointment Zong Luo, made Yu Beizhou’s chest hurt more than the hysterical, heartbroken Zong Luo before.
Anger rose, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife.
“Clearly last night, the Senior brother was indulging this Junior brother, but now he doesn’t want to say a word to this Junior brother, truly heartless. How? Is it because there is a layer of clothing, this Junior brother couldn’t love you well?”
The Crown Prince in white stopped.
He didn’t look back, he wasn’t even angered, but said lightly, “Yu Beizhou, you have achieved your goal.”
“You used power as a chain, responsibility as a cage, exploited my affection, my rationality, my emotions, my everything, and imprisoned me in the Imperial City.”
Saying such seemingly discouraged words, Zong Luo seemed to have no interest at all, completely lost his vitality, his expression almost blank.
If it was at the time of the Hanmen Pass, he was a walking corpse tortured by pain. Now, he was just a shell tortured by guilt and condemnation.
Yu Beizhou paused for a moment, and put on a hypocritical smile again. “Yes, that’s right, I have achieved my goal.”
“Then why do you still want to provoke me?”
Zong Luo said word by word, clearly and plainly.
He was afraid that Yu Beizhou wouldn’t understand, and repeated it again. “Do you just want me to hate you, Yu Beizhou? That’s too simple.”
From the drunken confession before the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, to the illness in the dark room of the King of Beining Mansion, to the establishing of the crown prince at the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the confrontation in front of the King of Beining Mansion, and Zong Chengsi being accused of rebellion and sentenced with a death decree.
All of these happened in just three short days.
From despair to relief, to the painful struggle of the truth about to come out, and finally being knocked down by conscience condemnation, in an unspeakable situation. Plus the previous pain, despair, torture, and hardship of knowing the truth.
Zong Luo felt as if he had lived a long life, longer than any of his previous lives.
“Do you think I would cry and weep for your painstaking cover-up? No, I never asked you to give me these. I would only hate this unclear, forcibly added to me.”
A self-mocking cold smile finally appeared on Zong Luo’s face.
Originally, these pains could be ended.
The night in the dark room, where he let go of everything and indulged in debauchery, allowed him to glimpse the restless soul wrapped under the crazy exterior.
Undeniably, at that time, he even had some small expectations in his heart. Giving all this back to Yu Beizhou, there might be a chance to resolve past grievances. Perhaps even the throbbing in his heart that he initially refused to admit due to the other’s hatred and unwillingness to lose, could be revealed.
But there were no ifs.
Yu Beizhou, who had returned to normal, would never have any normal human emotions, let alone understand what love was.
He would only use a knife, bit by bit, to hurt others and hurt himself.
What does it feel like to give people hope and then knock them into the abyss?
Zong Luo only thought that his soft heart that night was blind.
“Congratulations, you won.”
If it were usual, Zong Luo would never say such a thing.
But he was not a great good person who repaid grievances with virtue, nor a saint who cut flesh to feed eagles.
He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with his own joys and angers, sorrows and felicity.
Yu Beizhou step by step, scheming, trapped him here, even calculated every way out, he could only admit defeat.
“If you do all this, just to make me hate you, then I already have enough reasons.”
“Unless you stand up yourself, return everything to its original track, and take away what belongs to you.”
So every day after Zong Luo became the crown prince, he regarded it as his atonement.
He completely gave up.
“Let me go. Otherwise, until death, I have nothing to say to you.”
(TL: the character used here is 解脱- meaning relief; release; free oneself from; exonerate; extricate oneself etc.)
