Would You Like to Have a Drink

Chapter 50.2

In the hidden compartment lay a palm-sized piece, unfinished carved jade, engraved on the surface was a lifelike dragon, riding the clouds and mist, with extraordinary momentum, exuding a faint green hue in the dim light of the sky.

Whether it was in terms of fineness or transparency, it could be called one in a million–a highest grade.

Two years ago, in order to find this piece of uncut jade, Zong Luo spent a lot of thought, searched various countries, and finally got it from a mysterious merchant after trading at a high price.

After getting this piece of jade, he personally had someone draw a sketch. He brought it with him always, and whenever he had time, he would take out a carving knife and carved a few strokes.

This piece of jade was originally a congratulatory gift prepared by Zong Luo for Emperor Yuan’s big birthday. (TL: big birthday-beginning of new decade of life for an older person, especially over 50 years old)

The Battle of Hangu Pass last year also took place at the end of the year. If there was no sudden rebirth, this piece of jade would have long been properly put into a brocade box and be sent out.

At present, except for a few places under the clouds that needed to be carved carefully, the rest of the places had been completed, and it only needed to be ground and polished once more to be the final product.

It’s just that, at present…….

The prince in white slowly pushed the hidden compartment back.

After rebirth, he can no longer pick up the carving knife with the same mood as in his previous life.

The night was already deep and the bright moon was high above in the sky.

After pouring the medicine into the flower pot and placing the empty bowl back onto the tray, Zong Luo straightened the clothes on his body and walked out of the mansion.

The entire Imperial City was like a beast in hibernation in the dark, it was unimaginably quiet.

The Imperial City of Great Yuan implemented a curfew system at night. If there was nothing to do after the sun went down, the people were not allowed to go out on the streets at will.

On the quiet bluestone slab road, tall and short houses stood on both sides, like numerous ghosts.

In the distance, there’d be the sound of jogging, as soldiers holding weapons were conducting routine patrols.

The winter night was naturally very cold, there were signs of snow again tonight, and the sky was full of flower-like petals drifting profusely and disorderly.

Zong Luo walked unhurriedly, as if going on a stroll in a quiet courtyard, each foot would step on freshly fallen snowflakes, leaving faint traces of water on the tip of the silver boots.

If one looked at it from a distance, they could only see a touch of precious and spotless white, like the snow rustling down from the top of the Tianshan Mountain.

He specially spared a long way, and slowly headed diagonally to the King of Beining Mansion.

In accordance with Zong Luo’s footsteps, when he arrived at the Beining Mansion, it had just passed Haishi. (TL: from 9 pm to 11 pm)

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the moon was surprisingly round, and was coldly reflected on the bluestone slab road, with a layer of frost.

Today was the day Zong Luo looked forward with impatient expectancy, tearing up the calendar hoping for a great day.

He stood still stunned for a day, waiting until the spy around the Beining Manson confirmed that the King of Beining may not have left the mansion for a day, and waited until evening to leave.

The first chapter of “Can Drink a Cup of Nothing” provided a detailed description of the protagonist’s aversion for this day.

Zong Luo still remembered the description in the original text.

“Few people know that the normally aloof young master of the Yu family unexpectedly would have such embarrassing and frenzied moments. Every time of its attack, the anxiety emanating from his body would almost burn his whole body to ashes, letting him increasingly yearn for blood and pain naturally. This day of Yu Beizhou was the day the people least want to know. All the servants of the Yu family who caught sight of his illness were all thrown into the mass grave the next day, not even an entire body was left behind.”

It was precisely this description that attracted him back then.

Zong Luo liked war-damaged protagonists, especially Yu Beizhou who was nevertheless beautiful in appearance, powerful in ability, and had a rough fate.

The more tragic the author portrayed him, the more interested Zong Luo would feel.

Before transmigrating inside the book, Zong Luo was ashamed of his inclination, thinking that maybe he was a pervert deep down. Of course, he didn’t think so when he saw Yu Beizhou himself after transmigrating.

If he can be called a pervert, then what about Yu Beizhou?

In any case, Zong Luo only thought about it in his heart and never put it into action, while Yu Beizhou made it clear, lest the others would not know that he was mentally ill.

Of course, because he only read the comment section and the first three chapters, Zong Luo was not particularly clear about the specific situation of Yu Beizhou falling ill in the middle of the month.

In his previous life, Zong Luo was upright and restrained himself, and he didn’t plan on using the golden finger of the plot to deal with Yu Beizhou.

But if someone was to blame, blame Yu Beizhou in this lifetime for really pissing him off.

Zong Luo took a joyful turn in a corner, but unexpectedly saw a scene in the dark alley.

In front of a magnificent mansion, several coarse clothed servants were pushing open the door and throwing a familiar young man in purple out of the door.

And the latter was like a ragged sack leaking air, rolling down into the snow without a sound.

Not long after, a servant who had been keeping watch from an obscure corner for how long dared to show up, cried and shed bitter tears. 

If he remembered correctly, this was the Ting Wei Mansion, that Bai Taining, Young Master Bai, who had been hanging out with the Sixth all year round. Zong Luo had even beaten him before.

This was the only way which must be passed, thus Zong Luo did not deliberately avoid either.

When he got closer, he discovered that Ye Linghan, who was lying on the icy snow, was only wearing a piece of clothing that was used to cover his body, and his exposed back and shoulders were covered with horrible cyan purple marks, and not one was in good shape.

Hearing footsteps, the helpless servant raised his face.

The prince in white was walking out of a dark alley holding an umbrella of the same color, his figure was tall, like a celestial being.

“Third, Third Highness.”

Seeing someone coming, the servant seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw in the vast sea, and uprightly knelt on the ground. “Please help my family’s crown prince.”

At the moment, the crown prince was in a coma, with a high fever that had not subsided, and it was unknown whether he’d live or die.

In order to be able to return to the Wei Country smoothly, the Proton Mansion had long been nothing but bare walls. Most of the night, let alone looking for a physician, even if simply getting medicine, one may not necessarily get it.

“The incident about the Ninth Prince last time, it’s this old servant who can’t bear to continue seeing the pretense assertion.”

Ye Linghan repeatedly advised, and told him not to disclose a word to the public.

But now was a time of emergency, the servant didn’t care that much either, and forcefully knocked his forehead until it bled. “The prince was originally punished, but later on couldn’t hold it anymore and fainted. He had never revealed the secret between you and the Eighth Prince, and when you interrogated him at the hunting ground, the prince is just a slave suffering for faults, and he never justified himself with a sentence.”

“If you want to punish, this old servant is willing to suffer thousands of cuts just for you to be magnanimous. Please save my family’s crown prince.”