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Unexpectedly, after Pei Qianxue said this, he didn’t say much else, but instead smiled bitterly. “Forget it, what’s the point of saying these things?”

 

“I know Jin Yu has difficulties.”

 

He looked down at the tea leaves floating in his teacup, his tone obviously depressed. “Having been seriously injured to this extent, although he never says it, Jin Yu has always been strong. Even if he comes back, he probably wouldn’t want to resume his identity directly.”

 

Zong Luo couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

 

Pei Qianxue was indeed his close friend, and his understanding of him was probably only slightly less than that of Yu Beizhou.

 

When he first faced the words of Emperor Yuan, it was indeed Zong Luo who put himself in his shoes and thought about what his reaction would be if he hadn’t been reborn and had become blind on the battlefield.

 

Since it was from his own perspective, it could reduce many risks of exposure, such as Pei Qianxue now sitting here seriously, recounting the mental journey that Zong Luo had fabricated, without any suspicion.

 

“This matter, naturally, the fewer people know, the better. So Jin Yu doesn’t need to apologize to me, I understand.”

 

After Pei Qianxue finished speaking, he didn’t give Zong Luo a chance to react, but directly concluded.

 

“At the beginning, there were indeed a few days when my memory was not clear, and it slowly recovered after entering the Imperial City.”

 

Zong Luo was silent for a long time before he said faintly, “This time I followed the Confucian disciples into the Imperial City, I just came to take a look and then leave, but I didn’t expect to be discovered by the Father Emperor.”

 

Thinking back to when he was the one who recommended Zong Luo, Pei Qianxue sighed, “Actually, if Jin Yu doesn’t want to, he can directly talk to me.”

 

Zong Luo shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but I didn’t expect that the Father Emperor would get angry about this and even treat my eyes.”

 

It was just one death escape, his father’s attitude towards him in this life was simply a world apart from the last life, so strange that Zong Luo even suspected whether his Father Emperor was also a transmigrator.

 

That’s right, even if he kept thinking about the things of the last life, Zong Luo had to admit that the Emperor Yuan of this life was really too good to him, to the point where he was overwhelmed with the unexpected favor.

 

Would such an Emperor Yuan really issue an edict for him to commit suicide under the Imperial City in his last life?

 

Zong Luo couldn’t help but wonder.

 

Hearing him say this, Pei Qianxue seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment and said, “His Majesty…”

 

If it weren’t for that incident, he who dreamed of Zong Luo committing suicide using Zhan Lu in his dream, would never have truthfully reported the news of the Third Prince’s return to Emperor Yuan.

 

“There are some things that I can’t tell you right now. If one day, Jin Yu is sure to ask me, I will definitely tell you. But it has to wait until that time, when Jin Yu has figured it out, and then come to ask me.”

 

This matter was neither big nor small, but it was the Emperor Yuan who personally issued a gag order.

 

However, seeing Jin Yu continue to misunderstand, Pei Qianxue eventually moved to resist the edict.

 

But now was not the time to say it, and maybe it wouldn’t be believed if it’s said.

 

Zong Luo paused for a moment, and nodded heavily. “Okay.”

 

After sending away Pei Qianxue, for the next two days, Zong Luo basically squatted in the Yuchun Palace. He didn’t go out of the main gate, nor did he step out of the second gate. Even the medicine and meals were directly sent into the palace by the servants. Every day, apart from getting up for routine sword practice and going to the garden next door, he was working overtime to carve jade.

 

Fortunately, this piece of jade had been almost carved before his rebirth, and only needed to be polished and perfected, without too much effort.

 

So, in such a last-minute cramming effort, finally on the day of the festival, Zong Luo got a complete, carved, and polished Shenlong Jade.

 

He carefully let the servant bring a brocade box, put the jade in it, put it in his sleeve, and pondered about choosing a good opportunity to send it out today.

 

“Third Highness, it’s ready.”

 

Because today was the festival, Zong Luo changed into a formal black deep robe.

 

It’s not the crown prince’s official dress, but it’s also neatly dressed.

 

Black was a color that only the Great Yuan imperial family could wear, and the dragon robes of the emperors of Great Yuan were all mainly black. The prince just couldn’t embroider dragon patterns, and there wasn’t too much taboo about the color.

 

Usually wearing white, Zong Luo’s temperament was more noble, bright and upright, like autumn frost in full moon.

 

After changing to black, his steadiness was even more concave, becoming restrained, and even gave people an extra bit of pride that was hard to see before.

 

After all, people rely on clothing, and Buddha relies on gold. Sometimes what one wears could also show one’s character.

 

Like Yu Beizhou, who wore a red suit all year round as if it’s welded to his body and never changes color, the person himself was indeed as flamboyant and arrogant as the big red.

 

After changing his clothes, Zong Luo went to Lanting Water Pavilion under the guidance of an inner servant.

With the help of the medical sage, his eyes also gradually ‘began to recover’ in these few days, and he claimed to the outside world that he could see some things vaguely, and everything was on track.

 

Zong Luo was thinking that since Emperor Yuan had given him the immortal pill, he was now afraid that he would be over-nourished and wouldn’t let him take it, saying that he should use it in a half month or so.

 

At that time, if there was any sudden situation, he could use the immortal pill as an excuse, or even ‘recover overnight’, after all, there was only one immortal, and no one knew how effective it was, which greatly facilitated the fabrication and arrangement.

 

“Third Highness arrives——”

 

Since the incident of Emperor Yuan’s birthday, after Zong Luo moved into Yuchun Palace, almost everyone did not avoid calling him Third Highness, except that the Third Prince had not officially announced his return.

 

When he arrived at Lanting Water Pavilion, the atmosphere was obviously more enthusiastic than at the banquet.

 

Today was not only a joyous festival, but also the end of the Baijia Banquet that had lasted for several months.

 

Some of the students from the Hundreds of Schools of Thought were happy and some were worried. Some won the first place, were proud, and had a radiant face, some did not win the first place, but also got good rankings, and received the olive branch thrown by the powerful. Naturally, there were also people who fell behind, were unknown, and the name cards and baities they threw out were returned one after another.