After sending away the distraught Shen Xinyue, Zong Luo finally returned to his sleeping quarters.
No matter what, this matter seemed to have temporarily stabilized.
Shen Xinyue said she needed some time to think, and Zong Luo naturally couldn’t refuse.
After all, according to the original situation, Emperor Yuan would bestow the marriage decree at tomorrow’s morning court. Once the decree was issued, there would be no room for maneuver. Now that Shen Xinyue was willing to go back and talk to the Ting Wei, at least it could be delayed for a while, to calm down, weigh the pros and cons, and consider the possibilities.
He had already confessed everything and handed the choice to Shen Xinyue.
As for what the result would be after consideration, Zong Luo could accept it.
After standing under the eaves for a while, the crown prince in white waved his hand and summoned the captain of the guards who had been standing outside the corner of Yuchun Palace.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
The captain of the guards came forward, his face flushed, and he didn’t know where to put his hands.
Almost everyone in the Great Yuan Army admired the Third Prince. The captain of the guards was naturally a staunch admirer of the crown prince.
“Was there someone standing here just now?”
Zong Luo was very sure that when he was with Shen Xinyue just now, he caught a glimpse of that crimson, which was definitely the corner of Yu Beizhou’s clothes.
This person’s red clothes were different from others, not a passionate red, but a dark crimson, the same color as blood, and even a little deeper. There was absolutely no second one in the crowd, even if there was, it couldn’t wear the unique feeling of Yu Beizhou’s flamboyant and unrestrained, unruly and rebellious.
People who practice martial arts had sharp ears and eyes, and as long as they used their internal strength, they could hear clearly over long distances.
Just thinking that the words he said with Shen Xinyue in the pavilion just now might have been heard by Yu Beizhou, Zong Luo’s originally calm heart stirred up an inexplicable taste.
The guard thought for a while and said, “In response to Your Highness, the King of Beining was standing here for a while.”
About a few moments ago, the captain of the guards saw the King of Beining.
The latter did not hide, but also did not mean to let the servants announce, but stood still on the spot. The captain of the guards was a bit curious, took a glance during the shift, and when he looked back, he only saw the back of the King of Beining.
“But His Royal Highness only stood here for a little while, and after seeing Your Highness and Miss Shen entering the pavilion, he left with the palace attendant who came to summon from the main hall.”
He seemed a bit unhappy.
But the captain of the guards didn’t say this.
Everyone knew that the King of Beining of the Great Yuan was capricious and violent.
How can a small guard figure out the thoughts of such a big figure?
That means he didn’t hear the words behind.
Zong Luo laughed at himself in his heart.
Perhaps there was some inexplicable expectation before, but now it has returned to silence because of this sentence.
The words Zong Luo said to Shen Xinyue just now could only be said once, and they couldn’t be said a second time, let alone in front of Yu Beizhou.
Because his pride did not allow it, and he did not need to explain to anyone other than Shen Xinyue.
Zong Luo had always believed in fate.
Going around and around, in the end, it’s nothing more than a sentence of destined to meet but not fated to be together.
“Okay, I know, you go back.”
Zong Luo was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to let the captain of the guards go.
After walking away, the burly man couldn’t help but look back secretly.
The roof of Yuchun Palace was covered with glazed green tiles, and under the eaves that were high and flying, the crown prince with frosty hair was standing with his hands behind him. His posture was upright, like pine and bamboo, and his handsome side face was shrouded in the shadow of the palace lantern, revealing a few inexplicably deep, noble and handsome.
For some reason, the captain of the guards felt that this His Highness, who was otherworldly when wielding his sword, seemed a bit sad.
How is it possible, that is His Highness the Crown Prince.
After regaining his senses, the captain of the guards hurriedly shook his head for his disrespectful thoughts, re-adjusted the sheath on his body, continued to stand straight, and stood guard meticulously.
The next day, Zong Luo got up early again.
In theory, after becoming the crown prince, these few days should be the busiest.
Not only did he have to go to the morning court, but he also had to learn the art of governing the country with Emperor Yuan, and meet with the ministers.
A few days ago, Emperor Yuan personally said that the crown prince was now in poor health and the imperial physician advised him to rest, so for this half a month, he only needed to prepare the candidates for the Eastern Palace cabinet, and the rest of the time could be blatantly lazy.
But Zong Luo didn’t want to waste it like this.
When the sky was still dim, he changed into a practice suit, took Zhanlu, and went to the plum forest in the imperial garden to practice swordsmanship.
Now it could only be considered autumn, looking around, the plum trees in the plum forest were almost bare, the cold sword aura flashes past the sword edge, with a light stroke, it could cut off the dead branches several feet away.
When there was a noise in the distance, Zong Luo withdrew his momentum, straightened up and sheathed the sword, and looked towards the distance.
At this point in time, the morning court had just ended.
Usually, if it was a routine morning court, the ministers would not make a noise in the palace. Unless something big happened during the morning court, causing Emperor Yuan to leave, and the ministers behind would discuss with each other in the hall, it would be like this.
Yesterday, Zong Luo had already been honest with Shen Xinyue, so it should not be about the marriage decree.
So what is it?
Pushing aside the branches, Zong Luo looked over with some curiosity.
At first glance, he saw the figure in red clothes and white fur, walking out ahead of the civil and military officials in front of the empty golden Luan Hall.
Swish——
The branches that were pushed aside bounced back to their original place.
Zong Luo’s expression suddenly turned cold, he withdrew his gaze, picked up Zhanlu and walked away without looking any further.
It was only after he returned to Yuchun Palace to bathe and change his clothes that he heard the palace attendant report that Prime Minister Pei was seeking an audience.
“Jin Yu!”
The green-robed prime minister hurried over, followed by a book boy holding a stack of documents.
After the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, Pei Qianxue was really busy.
The Prime Minister of Great Yuan oversaw the government affairs, led the officials, had high government posts, and had overwhelming power. The bad luck was that he had such a diligent workaholic boss like Emperor Yuan, which made Pei Qianxue unable to slack off, and every task must be implemented and docked, and he had signs of overwork at a young age.
The matter of establishing the crown prince was a big deal for the whole Great Yuan, and even more so for the court.
On the surface, it was putting the crown prince’s ceremonial robes on Zong Luo, but in fact, the handover behind it still had to be implemented on different people. Especially since Emperor Yuan gave Zong Luo a leave, so all these things that Zong Luo should have handled were done by Pei Qianxue.
Of course, if he could help Jin Yu more, Pei Qianxue naturally would not be unwilling. It’s just that he didn’t have that much time, such as taking the time to meet with Zong Luo.
