Would You Like to Have a Drink

“Are you suspecting I’m dirty?”

 

Zong Luo heard Ye Linghan’s words but he didn’t look back.

 

He didn’t know how to answer this question.

 

Ye Linghan thought he couldn’t see it, but in fact, for Zong Luo, this layer of white silk, besides blurring a bit, had no other effect.

 

Thus Zong Luo also saw that after Ye Linghan woke up, when the servant pleaded again, Ye Linghan stretched out his hand to pull him, and made a silent whine from his throat, a telling him to not say anything more action.

 

Zong Luo understood Ye Linghan’s pride as the crown prince of a country.

 

In the past ten years or so, he had lived an extravagant life in Wei Country, and wherever he went, crowds would gather around. Once the family fell into decline, from the aloof crown prince to a proton of another country, it was no less than falling from the high altar, with the difference between clouds and mud. 

 

Not to mention encountering the current situation, if placed on anyone, it would be extremely humiliating and collapsing.

 

What Ye Linghan couldn’t accept the most at present was probably the prince of the enemy country witnessing this scene, he was even less willing to accept any help or charity.

 

In the entire Great Yuan, only Yu Beizhou had some relationship with him, otherwise he would not go to the Beining Mansion either.

 

That servant’s concern also led to chaos, boldly overstepped, and never thinking about whether his master needed such help.

 

(t/n: concern leads to chaos-Paying too much attention to something or someone, unable to calmly deal with the problems that occur.)

 

Just like Zong Luo’s kindness just now, the other party may not necessarily answer, but listening to him ask that sentence, maybe he would harbor bitter resentment.

 

But it didn’t matter anymore.

 

Zong Luo and Ye Linghan did not have many interactions, unlike Gongsun You, who set out to firmly pit him, and when he committed suicide, he simply stood on the city wall watching from a distance.

 

Thinking about it carefully, although Ye Linghan had done all sorts of dirty things after his blackening, however, he only avoided him. Otherwise, with Ye Linghan’s loyalty to Yu Beizhou in the previous life, Zong Luo, the number one mortal enemy, should be at the top of the assassination list.

 

The most heinous thing Ye Linghan had done here with him, was Zong Ruichen.

 

Since he wasn’t the one who snitched in this life, Zong Luo wouldn’t have that much tolerance either.

 

To answer or not, it’s up to Ye Linghan himself.

 

Of course, Zong Luo felt that Ye Linghan probably wouldn’t answer, after all, he belonged to the iron Yu Beizhou’s party.

 

Same with that old saying, the instigated rebellion against the male supporting characters, Zong Luo had done it in his previous life, knowing that it didn’t bore fruit, he would never repeat the same mistakes.

 

It’s just that a person with flesh and blood, it’s hard to remain indifferent when seeing this scene.

 

He only did things with a clear conscience, with extreme benevolence and righteousness.

 

After giving the umbrella to Ye Linghan, Zong Luo lost it, and now he continued to walk alone under the night sky.

 

Fortunately, he wore a crane cloak when he went out, and with internal strength to protect his body, it was not as cold when he gave away his umbrella.

 

(t/n: crane cloak-coat made of feathers)

 

It’s just that when he first went out, the fragmented snowfall had gotten heavier, and had gradually become as big as a small fingernail. They drifted profusely and disorderly down, and fell on the hair of the prince in white. From a distance, it looked like a large mobile pastry dipped in powder.

 

Zong Luo walked slowly to the destination of his trip tonight.

 

The Beining Mansion.

 

As a king of a different surname who was honored and favored, the standard format of the King of Beining Mansion was not bad.

 

Obviously, it was already past Haishi, but the big palace was not lit, it was silent and quiet, like a ghost situated in the Imperial City, and was in stark contrast to the brightly lit Third Prince’s Mansion at the opposite corner. It was floating with a bit of eeriness.

 

(t/n: Haishi- 9pm-11pm)

 

Zong Luo walked up to the vermilion entrance, raised his eyes and glanced, took a breath then flew up, and fell lightly into the mansion courtyard like a feather.

 

As a qualified nemesis, Zong Luo knew that there were not many servants in Yu Beizhou’s mansion. And this guy didn’t like having too many people and noise, therefore, most of the servants inside the mansion were mute.

 

As for the guards, it’s even less, only the Tianji Army would come to the entrance to change shifts. After all, the violent force value was placed here. Who would not want to assassinate a Ghost Valley disciple, however, there were quite a few men of sacrifice, all of whom were brought from the Yu family after Yu Beizhou destroyed the Yu family. Since it’s there, then why not make use of it.

 

When Zong Luo landed in the courtyard, he cautiously did not move, but stood there for a while.

 

It stood to reason, an all white bodied in the dark, if someone was on duty, it would be seen at a glance.

 

The corridors in front of him meandered like ribbons and the depth of each vertical direction was deeper than that of the other, the bottom couldn’t be seen, and not even a shadow of a person. Only the gurgling water under the rockery, the low chirping of the goshawk in the distance, and the rustling of snow, other than that, there was no sound, it was so quiet that it’s frightening.

 

Since there was no one, Zong Luo simply took a step forward.

 

He strolled in the Beining Mansion, just like having a stroll in his own courtyard.

 

With Zong Luo’s force value, in addition to the several old monsters enshrined in the Imperial City’s Imperial Palace, other places in the Imperial City were free to come and go.

 

It was said that knowing oneself and knowing one’s enemy, one would never fail in a hundred battles. When the Beining Mansion was still under construction, Zong Luo kept an eye on it. Although he couldn’t get the top-secret layout drawings, he still touched it twice at night.

 

Wouldn’t this come in handy?

 

He selected a corridor and walked towards the depths of the mansion.

 

The further he went in, even the chirping of birds disappeared, and the dark colors hanging on the eaves seemed to flow down.

 

How magnificent the day is, yet the night becomes an endless hell.

 

Not far away, two mute servants stood guard by a dim lamp.

 

Their expressions were dull, like dull wooden figures.

 

These mute servants couldn’t speak. They became mute because the merchant who sold and taught them poisoned their throats since they were young. Doing things in a methodical action, only following orders, and unable to generate unnecessary thoughts.

 

Hearing the deliberately amplified footsteps, the mute servants subconsciously showed a look of panic, and began to gesture towards the darkness. 

 

On the fifteenth day of every month, starting from early morning, the whole mansion was on full alert, and no noise was allowed, otherwise it would result in death without a complete body, especially at night from Haishi to midnight. 

 

Huahuahua—

 

The prince in white had just walked out of the corridor, and was greeted by several ice-cold sword glares.

 

Zong Luo was already prepared, he took a casual step forward, like a shadow figure passing through these sword glares and images. Simply using the Qixing Longyuan’s scabbard, he parried them all back.

 

With just a move, there was a huge gap in strength and level.

 

“Trespassing inside the mansion, die!”