Would You Like to Have a Drink

Before being thrown out, the envoy of the Wei Country gave him a contemptuous look. “The Seventh Prince said that your mind is meticulous, pay attention to maintaining a superficial harmonious relationship with people, thus needing to be guard against more. I didn’t expect it to be the case, you’re even willing to commit yourself to doing such things. It really opened my eyes.”

 

The Seventh Prince was the next crown prince of the Wei Country.

 

From beginning to end, Ye Linghan was just a pawn being played with in the palm of his hand. They had already guessed his reaction, like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey, and never letting the donkey have a chance to taste the carrot.

 

“Rest assured.” The envoy said, “I will report to His Majesty the matter of Crown Prince Ye serving as a prostitute accompanying guests drinking in the Great Yuan.”

 

After that, he was thrown out of the mansion.

 

He was in an unbearable embarrassing state all over, with only one tattered garment that could be used to cover the body.

 

Ye Linghan’s mind was still in a state of chaos, and he couldn’t hear what the servant was saying clearly, thus he subconsciously opened his mouth, and said in a breathless voice, “Go to the Beining Mansion.”

 

Hearing his voice, the servant quickly turned around, “Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

 

The continuous calls finally brought back some of Ye Linghan’s sanity.

 

He barely raised his eyes, and when his line of sight caught a white corner of clothes in front of him, he froze.

 

The corners of the clothes were embroidered with complex and gorgeous dark golden patterns, which was unique to one person in Great Yuan.

 

The snow falling from the sky seemed to never end, just like the freezing temperature on the bluestone slab road, from Ye Linghan’s body to his four limbs, it finally froze his blood, all the way to the bottom of his heart.

 

Ye Linghan never thought that when he was in the most difficult situation and most disgusting moment, he would be seen by this person.

 

He didn’t even have the courage to look up.

 

That person was like the moon in the horizon, the flowers in the water, while he’s as dirty as mud on the ground, a dirt.

 

Holding an umbrella, Zong Luo approached and looked down from above, and finally saw clearly what was on Ye Linghan’s body.

 

The latter was completely nude, and his unshielded legs protruded from the corners of his robe. Even though he was not tortured, he still twitched involuntarily. He was covered in blue and purple hues, full of pinch marks and palm prints, while dripping blood mixed with unknown white turbidity, flowing on the dirty road.

 

Even after eavesdropping on the conversation, and knowing that the Third Prince really couldn’t see, Ye Linghan still shrank into his clothes, even though it caused a heart wrenching pain, he never stopped. As if hoping of covering up the humiliation and mess, and was also like pulling the last bit of dignity, a fig leaf.

 

(t/n: fig leaf-metaphor used to cover up shame.)

 

The prince in white frowned.

 

He was originally not straight, plus with the prevailing southern wind among the various countries, even in the earlier years, monarchs of several small countries blatantly raise male pets, and even appointed male concubines and male empresses. Naturally, it was impossible not to see what Ye Linghan had encountered before.

 

(t/n southern wind-homosexuality)

 

No wonder.

 

Zong Luo remembered that when he flipped through the comment section before transmigrating inside the book, he saw that when many readers discuss Ye Linghan, they often add the word ‘feel sorry’, and would also add a sentence that says “After all, having to encounter such a thing, it is impossible not to be blacken, very pitiful wuwuwuwu.”

 

In his previous life, Zong Luo was very curious. Although Ye Linghan at the beginning was unscrupulous in his efforts, yet there was no madness that could be described as that kind of madness in the later stages, that his whole being was soaked in black mud, to the point of completely abandoning the worldly morality and ethics.

 

If such a thing happened midway, it would make sense.

 

In addition, when he heard Ye Linghan’s weak voice asking his servant to take him to the Beining Mansion, presumably, he wanted to ask Yu Beizhou for help.

 

In this situation, not to mention Yu Beizhou helping him, as long as even a little bit leaked through his fingers, he, who was naturally paranoid, would come up to him like a moth to a flame, worshiping that person as the only god in his heart.

 

It’s no wonder that in his previous life, Ye Linghan had extremely low self-esteem at the later stage, his personality was blackened and distorted, and was only good to Yu Beizhou.

 

The servant was still pleading hard with “Third Highness”.

 

Ye Linghan wanted to tell him to shut up, but his throat only emitted a wind box-like whine.

 

Zong Luo sighed in his heart, closed the umbrella and handed it over.

 

He had always despised such methods of coercion.

 

In addition, although he had prejudice against Ye Linghan, in the final analysis, it was Ye Linghan from his previous life who snitched. Although Zong Luo was surprised that Ye Linghan in this life didn’t say anything, what the servant said was still right, if he didn’t do it, he didn’t do it. A wrong thought on the spur of the moment, looked like a short distance away, yet poles apart.

 

When Zong Luo asked the Xuan Cavalry to look after Ye Linghan, he was clear on how difficult it would be to be a pawn in another country.

 

If it weren’t for the Yu family of the Wei Country wanting to put their eggs in two baskets back then, picturing Great Yuan’s surrender, and for the homeland to increasingly grow powerful, forming a silent deterrence, Zong Luo’s afraid that he would not be much better either.

 

“Take this umbrella, go to my mansion and find Steward Liao, he will know what to do.”

 

Zong Luo took off his coat, bent down and covered the Wei Country proton whose shoulders were exposed in the cold wind. After doing all this, he turned around and walked away, leaving without the slightest thought.

 

From beginning to end, he didn’t touch Ye Linghan even once.

 

Looking at this man’s clear and lofty, free from vulgarity, unsullied back, for some reason, Ye Linghan’s heart was like dying embers.

 

What pride, what dignity, it is all worthless.

 

Wei Country proton tightly grasped the clean coat that didn’t fit him, while trembling all over. “Are you suspecting me of being dirty?”

 

The prince in white didn’t look back, and headed towards the Beining Mansion.