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He should hate him. Ye Linghan thought.

 

His hand, currently hanging by his side, was still aching faintly.

 

But Ye Linghan himself knew very well that if the old servant hadn’t spoken up that day, he might not have been able to hold on for long either. Even if Zong Luo’s secret was not revealed, he, who had only a superficial friendship with Zong Ruichen, may still not be able to escape.

 

Zong Luo said, “Not knowing the truth, stabbing you with the sword for no reason, it was my mistake. I apologize to you here.”

 

“You can rest here and recuperate in peace these days. Whatever is needed, just tell the servants directly, they will try their best to meet your needs. I have already asked the imperial physician, as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there will be no incompletely cured illnesses in the future.”

 

Look, even when facing someone like him and seeing such a scene, he still has a sharp sense of integrity, without even changing his expression.

 

If it was switched to the Ye Linghan from before, fire would surge in his heart.

 

But he, at present, had no longer any extra thoughts.

 

Ye Linghan paused and said in a low voice, “I understand.”

 

Just when Zong Luo was about to speak and ask him if he had anything else, he suddenly saw the person on the bed struggling to get up. With such a movement, the thin quilt on the bed also slipped down, revealing the skin underneath that was covered with bruises and finger marks, which looked particularly miserable.

 

“What are you doing?” Zong Luo couldn’t help but frown.

 

In the next second, the Wei Country proton knelt directly on the ground.

 

Ye Linghan only knelt before the Imperial Mausoleum Ancestral Hall of the Wei Country.

 

In this era, the etiquette of kowtowing was out of fashion. When the minister saw the supreme ruler, he only needed to clasp his fists and salute. If going another level, it would be half-kneeling, which was already considered extremely respectful. Only when the emperor was angry and when one pleaded for forgiveness of sins, or under other special circumstances, was it necessary to kowtow.

 

Moreover, with Ye Linghan’s pride, it was impossible for him to kneel down to others casually.

 

But now he was on his knees, both knees on the ground.

 

The young man’s body was very thin, as if he could be blown away.

 

Hatred can completely change a person.

 

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Because he was too surprised, Zong Luo ultimately did not agree to Ye Linghan’s request.

 

He never expected that Ye Linghan would kneel down to him and swear that he would only be loyal to him and regard him as the only master.

 

But soon, Zong Luo just calmed down.

 

“There is no such thing as a free lunch, and there is no such thing as unwarranted devotion and allegiance. What do you want from me?”

 

Ye Linghan’s back stiffened, his fists clenched tightly, and he whispered, “I want to…..”

 

For the first time in his life, he didn’t know how to answer this question.

 

Hate?

 

Ye Linghan thought, yes, he hated it.

 

He wished for the death of the Seventh Imperial Younger Brother, and wished for the death of the envoy of the Wei Country. He hated them so much that he wanted to dismember their bodies, personally dug out their bones and smashed them into pieces..

 

He also hated the Wei Country, hated his ruthless father, hated fate and hated the wicked God, to the point where he wanted to personally destroy his homeland.

 

At present, he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

 

Dignity, pride, identity, status—cut everything, Ye Linghan could do without them.

 

If it was just revenge, the Third Prince of Great Yuan was not the best choice.

 

After all, everyone knew that the Third Prince was not favored and was also still blind. It could be said that the future could be seen at a glance. According to the tradition of the Great Yuan’s Zong Family, most of the princes who failed to seize the throne would not end well.

 

If needing to choose, he should choose the Sixth or the Fifth Prince. Even the Fourth Prince was more reliable than Zong Luo who had lost the possibility of inheriting the throne.

 

But Ye Linghan still knelt down.

 

Deep down in his heart, there still lingered an indescribable and inexplicable selfishness.

 

Just want to be closer to this person, even just a little bit closer.

 

Even following from a distance is okay.

 

Because it seems that even at such a distance, it can still be illuminated by this clear breeze and bright moon.

 

“I want revenge.” Finally, Ye Linghan still said it.

 

Zong Luo naturally didn’t know these complicated and unknown thoughts.

 

The reason for his refusal was simple, that was, he thought Ye Linghan might have a fever and burnt his brain out into confusion.

 

In his previous life, Ye Linghan was chasing after Yu Beizhou with a hard-working and uncomplaining look. In this life, he had only helped a little, would it still be possible for him to instigate a rebellion?

 

Zong Luo recalled that the last time he met Ye Linghan, it was when he stabbed him with a sword at the hunting ground. Because he didn’t know that the other party had overheard the conversation between him and Emperor Yuan during the Qingsi after that, he still held on to Ye Linghan’s expression full of resentment towards him.

 

Apart from anything else, based on the previous situation, Zong Luo felt that if he really accepted Ye Linghan, he would be more likely than Gongsun You to betray him.

 

But of course, based on the idea that the other party was a patient, Zong Luo refused in a more tactful way.

 

He said, “When you recover from your injury, let’s talk about this matter again.”

 

When he said this, he frowned subconsciously and looked out the window through the white silk.

 

Outside the thick window screen, the night was gradually pushing the setting sun away, casting a low and deep hue.

 

Not far away, a branch of winter plum leaning over the wall, swayed twice in the wind, before falling still.