Zong Luo made up his mind, while thinking about how to handle this matter appropriately and reasonably.
If it were anyone else outside, Mu Yuanlong, Duan Junhao, he would have gone out, but it happened to be Yu Beizhou.
There was originally no problem, no evidence, let alone a guilty conscience. But as soon as Yu Beizhou came, all previous assumptions had to be overturned.
Now, for Zong Luo to honestly go out, that was absolutely impossible.
The footsteps outside were hurried, the guards unlocked and kicked open the palace doors quickly, checking one by one, they would eventually check the palace at the very end.
Which just so happens to have Ye Linghan.
Zong Luo calculated the time in his heart, thinking that unless his ability was not good, it would be impossible to resolve it in such a short time.
Although Zong Luo also hoped that Ye Linghan could hurry up, but as it concerns a man’s dignity, of course, the longer the better.
Just as Zong Luo was lost in thought, the footsteps outside finally stopped.
“Report to His Royal Highness, only the last palace is left, all other places have been searched.”
Zong Luo: “……..”
These imperial guards, who don’t go to the battlefield, are quite efficient in conducting searches.
Then, a familiar and lazy voice sounded. “Lanting Water Pavilion.”
Lanting Water Pavilion was connected to the Cold Palace, usually serving as a separate imperial courtyard, after the last Baijia banquet was held, no other banquets were held, and it had been idle ever since.
The captain of the imperial guard immediately understood. “Understood!”
After that, another string of footsteps sounded.
Zong Luo listened carefully, it seemed to be going away.
Yu Beizhou would naturally not leave a palace unsearched for no reason, especially since Zong Luo did not hide much when he kicked the door just now, he kicked it open with a single kick, and from the outside, one could see the fresh signs of breaking in.
Creak——
The sound of the door opening was particularly harsh in the quiet night sky.
The red-clothed, white-furred general walked in, the cold moonlight rose behind him, his shadow cast on the dusty ground, infinitely elongated.
Upon seeing the figure standing in the corner, dressed in spotless white, Yu Beizhou raised an eyebrow.
“Senior brother, the troublesome people have left, did this junior brother handle things properly?”
Zong Luo felt a chill run down his spine.
Standing where he was, he could still hear some intermittent panting sounds, faintly mixed with titles like “Your Highness”, repeated a few times, then intermittently asking what was happening outside.
It was embarrassing enough for one person to hear, but now there was also Yu Beizhou, it was really uncomfortable no matter how he stood.
So Zong Luo braced himself and said, “When a weasel pays a New Year’s visit to a chicken, it’s either for evil or for theft, what are you plotting?”
As he spoke, he moved his feet towards the door, wanting to get away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. (TL: a place where there is trouble or controversy)
Just as Zong Luo was about to reach the door, passing by Yu Beizhou, the latter suddenly spoke.
Zong Luo, who was on high alert, immediately dodged and looked at him warily.
However, Yu Beizhou had no intention of making a move.
He casually glanced at the closed room deep in the Cold Palace, his face mixed with an indescribable smirk, “Senior brother, you are really sincere to your subordinates.”
He lowered his voice, with an undiscovered displeasure inside, “Letting people call out names, doing such dirty and filthy things, and yet no reaction.”
“Do you think everyone is like you?”
Zong Luo was stunned, then became furious.
Yu Beizhou himself was full of yellow waste, and he was even implying Ye Linghan here.
He didn’t hear Ye Linghan quietly asking him what was happening outside, this person is good, being selectively deaf.
Behind the door, Ye Linghan, who was leaning against the door, couldn’t stop his chest from heaving, and a sadness welled up in his heart.
He couldn’t possibly not hear who the voice outside belonged to.
As early as when Yu Beizhou pointed out that he was doing it on purpose, Ye Linghan’s body stiffened, his actions stopped, and his heart sank to the bottom.
The burning heat was consuming Ye Linghan’s rationality, but he felt as if he was in an ice cellar.
That’s right, this was not his first time being under the influence of Mantingchun, and the dose this time was not larger than the last time. With the experience from the last time, Ye Linghan was able to retain a bit of clarity amidst the chaos.
The memory of the first time he was drugged was the most painful and unbearable darkness in his life. Since then, Ye Linghan began to despise himself, despise his dirty body.
He found that he could no longer have normal physiological desires, just looking at it would make him feel nauseous.
However, in front of that person, just thinking about the prince who was like a clear breeze and bright moon behind a door, and he was here indulging himself.
The perverted and twisted desire could no longer be restrained. It’s hard to say whether Ye Linghan deliberately did not restrain his voice, and whether he repeated the title of “Your Highness”. Under the effect of the drug, all the unknown things were being re-recorded.
Yu Beizhou showed no mercy, his words were sharp and sarcastic, hitting the nail on the head.
Ye Linghan’s most unbearable and secret thoughts were brutally exposed and put under the sun.
He began to panic, terrified, his internal organs freezing.
Then, Zong Luo’s words of defense came.
Not loud, but resounding.
Unconsciously, Ye Linghan’s face was already full of tear marks.
Look, the person he worships as if a deity, is always this, open and aboveboard.
Even if he had witnessed such a miserable him, he had never changed a bit of his impression.
Such a person, such a person, how can Ye Linghan not bow to him.
He hated his despicable and unbearable self, but once again he was swept away by the unreasonable effect of the drug, he could only continue to sink, with tears, with silence.
“Ah, is the Senior brother angry again?”
