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Zong Hongjiu could no longer contain his anger. “Someone come!”

 

He was holding back his anger when suddenly he heard an announcement from outside. “Ninth Highness, the Fourth Highness requests an audience.”

 

As soon as the announcement was made, Zong Chengsi, dressed in a neat ceremonial robe, strode in and said loudly, “This Prince heard the Ninth Imperial Younger Brother’s voice from outside. What’s wrong? On this big day of our Father Emperor’s, who dares to anger the imperial younger brother?”

 

As he entered, his gaze lightly passed over the fan and exchanged a glance with Lai Fu, who was standing by, without leaving a trace.

 

The Great Yuan Imperial Palace was like an iron barrel, which was true, but it referred to the surroundings of the Emperor Yuan.

 

Occasionally, the consorts of the harem would allow their attendants to enter the palace, so the Ninth Prince’s side was not so airtight, but it was difficult to sway without a high price, as any slight discovery would mean an inescapable death penalty.

 

To find out Zong Hongjiu’s secret, Zong Chengsi had also spent a lot of money this time.

 

He vaguely felt that he had overlooked something. The Ninth Imperial Brother must have a very important secret.

 

Zong Hongjiu still had anger on his face, but when he saw Zong Chengsi come in, a plan suddenly popped into his mind. “Fourth Imperial Brother, you must stand up for your imperial younger brother.”

 

Meanwhile, the carriage that had left the Third Prince’s Mansion  finally arrived at the palace gate.

 

The palace, once solemn, was now brightly decorated.

 

“The palace is a sacred place, no loud noises allowed!”

 

Duan Junhao was standing at the gate, personally checking to make sure no one carried weapons before allowing them to enter.

 

The servants had no qualifications to enter the palace and parked the carriages to the side.

 

At the moment when the carriage wheels came to a stop, Ye Linghan felt a wave of disappointment sweep through his heart.

 

He had never realized before how close the Third Prince’s Mansion was to the Imperial Palace, so close that he couldn’t even spend a little more time with this person.

 

However, despite his thoughts, he obediently stood up, lifted the carriage curtain, and stood by with his head bowed, the very image of a silent subordinate.

 

Zong Luo seemed to sense something as he got out of the carriage, turning his face, bound with white silk, towards him, and slightly furrowed his brows. “You don’t have to be like this.”

 

Ye Linghan, this Wei Country Proton, his pride had always been strong, so much so that seeing him now completely abandon his arrogance and willingly become a subordinate, Zong Luo always felt an odd discomfort.

 

What was most important was that in his previous life, he had seen Ye Linghan follow behind Yu Beizhou, doing all sorts of evil deeds. Now that the object was switched to serving him, it just felt wrong all over.

 

Ye Linghan remained unmoved, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, his voice trembling. “Does my serving you also make you feel dirty?”

 

Zong Luo replied helplessly, “I have never felt that way, do not belittle yourself.”

 

He paused for a moment. It’s as if the other hadn’t expected his silence that night, when in fact it was because he didn’t know how to respond, only to be so misinterpreted by Ye Linghan in his heart.

 

Indeed, people with such personalities tend to overthink.

 

So Zong Luo took a moment to ponder, trying to explain with modern thinking. “Do not set the standard between your legs, it is the person who commits such vile acts that is dirty, not you. You need not seek validation from anyone, for it is only you who truly decides whether you are clean or not.”

 

The purple-clad proton suddenly looked up.

 

His eyes were filled with an inexplicable brilliance, with struggle, with bewilderment, and even more with things that Zong Luo could not understand.

 

Finally, as if making up his mind, he spoke. “Actually, I don’t mind His Highness’ answer.”

 

Ye Linghan had never used honorifics in front of Zong Luo. In fact, he rarely used them in front of other princes either. It seemed that by doing so, he could maintain the dignity of his position as the Crown Prince of the Wei Country.

 

But now, without any resentment, he reverently and carefully placed the white-clad prince in that special place in his heart.

 

“Because even if His Highness doesn’t say it, I have already determined it from the bottom of my heart.”

 

From that night on, Ye Linghan became the dog of the Third Prince of the Great Yuan.