Would You Like to Have a Drink

Upon hearing His Highness’s return, Steward Liao hastily fetched a lantern and came over.

 

The young master with whom a servant was carrying was dressed in His Highness’s crane cloak, and even had His Highness’s umbrella in his hand. This raised Steward Liao’s alarm, prompting him to call for the on-duty imperial physician immediately.

 

As soon as Steward Liao laid eyes on Zong Luo, the elderly steward almost did not get scared out of his wits. “Your Highness, you, this?”

 

The garment Zong Luo wore could no longer be described as white, it had become a blood-stained attire.

 

Blood splatters on the front resembled a spider’s web, and there were even finger marks visible on the surface of one of the boots.

 

“It’s nothing, it’s not my blood.”

 

The prince in white waved his hand, with an appearance of not wanting to say more.

 

Thus, Steward Liao wisely kept his mouth shut and refrained from further questioning.

 

Just as a servant was about to speak, he was interrupted by Gu Ziyuan. “Let His Highness bathe first before discussing anything.”

 

Watching Zong Luo’s departing figure from a distance, the young scholar couldn’t help but feel concerned.

 

Leaving aside the blood-soaked attire, what worried him more were the conspicuous marks on Zong Luo’s slender neck.

 

With no prior experience, Gu Ziyuan had no idea what those marks were but could only imagine they looked terribly painful.

 

Zong Luo didn’t pay attention to what was happening there and instead watched Steward Liao instructing the servants to prepare a bath in the main courtyard, then proceeded to the other side.

 

Just past midnight, the entire mansion sprang back to life again.

 

Coincidentally, the Third Prince’s Mansion happened to have geothermal heating, so there was no need to heat water separately, they simply had to connect the water pipes.

 

Zong Luo undressed, casually threw the blood-soaked clothes aside, and stepped into the bath.

 

The scalding hot water submerged him up to his shoulders, enveloping the entire bathroom in steam, with thick moisture in every breath.

 

As he lay down to relax, Zong Luo let his tied-up black hair down and leaned against the edge of the pool, revealing a rare sign of exhaustion.

 

He needed to calm down.

 

Tonight’s events had indeed caused a significant psychological impact on him.

 

So much so that whenever Zong Luo closed his eyes now, the corner of Yu Beizhou’s blood-stained mouth, his raised phoenix eyes with crimson hues at the end, and the desire-filled face seemed to be right in front of him again.

 

The general in red had eyes as deep and dark as the abyss, with only a few scattered points of light when they fell upon Zong Luo.

 

His hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and the torchlight cast a fierce firelight on his blood-red body, making him appear like a demon or ghost, born from the flames.

 

Yet, even so, Yu Beizhou still appeared calm and composed, and still had room to spare, as if the person tied like a bag beneath him was not him at all.

 

Thinking back to what was done when he pressed him to the ground to drink his blood earlier, Zong Luo’s face suddenly became very unsightly. Just as he was about to sheath his sword and leave that time, he heard the man’s voice again.

 

“Senior brother.” Yu Beizhou lowered his eyes, and the dense lashes cast eerie fan-shaped shadows.

 

His gaze, full of dangerous aggression, lingered and roamed all over Zong Luo’s body, back and forth, as if wanting to strip away the neatly dressed clothes, leaving lingering feelings down to the bone.

 

“Really want to cram myself inside senior brother’s body.”

 

His voice was hoarse, and the words he spoke had a childlike innocence but were more debauched than any lewd or vulgar language.

 

 

Zong Luo: “…..”

 

He endured and told himself that Yu Beizhou was currently suffering from an illness. Considering the description in the text and the real-life situation, if he couldn’t resist the urge to strike him now, Yu Beizhou might become even more arrogant and conceited.

 

In the end, Zong Luo pressed down his own fire, ignoring the burning gaze on his back that felt like an ulcer attached to his skin. Step by step, he walked away from the cold stone steps, leaving without looking back.

 

Thinking about it, the prince in white couldn’t help but raise his hand and wipe the bloodstains from his neck with a cold face.

 

The first wound was Tai’a cutting a bloodline at the Great Witch Temple that time, followed by a bite at the edge of the pool, and finally aggravated by Yu Beizhou, who had been driven crazy for a moment tonight.

 

As his fingertips brushed over the area, Zong Luo could still feel two small blood holes that had sunken in on the surface.

 

If it weren’t for knowing that he had transmigrated inside a book, he would have even suspected that Yu Beizhou might be a reincarnated vampire.

 

“Bad luck.”

 

He muttered a sentence, slowly submerging himself in the bottom of the pool.

 

It was as if by doing so, it could wash away some of the inexplicable tremors.

 

When Zong Luo emerged in his changed clothes, Steward Liao had been waiting for quite some time.

 

“Your Highness.”

 

The elderly steward adjusted the collar of Zong Luo’s cloak and whispered, “An hour ago, a servant came to the mansion with the Wei Country proton, and was also holding your umbrella in hand.”

 

Hearing that Ye Linghan had indeed arrived, Zong Luo was momentarily surprised. “I see, I asked them to come.”

 

He had thought Ye Linghan would choose to seek help from his cousin. After all, Ye Linghan was proud and arrogant, and even if offered assistance, would still stay low and not attract attention. Zong Luo had even prepared himself to potentially be resented.

 

Steward Liao added, “The young master is severely injured and the imperial physician is currently treating him. He has prescribed several medications in a row, saying he has some old ailments, and is treating them together.”

 

More than just severely injured.

 

When he was brought over, the Wei Country proton was draped in His Highness’s crane cloak in his body, and beneath the oversized clothing, his legs were bare and still dripping with red and white blood. He was trembling violently, and it was a wonder how he managed to make it to the mansion.

 

Upon seeing this, the imperial physician immediately ordered for the mansion’s military stretcher to be brought over and had Ye Linghan placed on it, then transported to the medical facility.

 

It wasn’t until the stretcher arrived that the Wei Country proton finally couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out.