Would You Like to Have a Drink

Shen Xinyue was not coy at all, she was straightforward and did not hide her affection for Zong Luo.

 

The look in the eyes of the people around her changed instantly, especially Zong Yongliu, whose face turned from green to white.

 

Everyone present knew that he had been chasing after Shen Xinyue for a while, and whenever there was something good, he would eagerly give it to her. It’s hard to say how sincere he was, but at least in front of everyone, he definitely appeared deeply infatuated.

 

Unfortunately, Shen Xinyue was always lukewarm towards him.

 

She would maintain politeness on ordinary days, not to the point of being hostile, but definitely not warm. It was a far cry from the way she was now, taking the initiative to greet him.

 

Zong Luo had a smile on his face and nodded to her, “Miss Shen.”

 

After some calculation, this was his third meeting with Shen Xinyue, the previous two times were in public, and they hardly even spoke.

 

But seeing that she clearly knew he was blind, yet still asked the Tai Wei to speak to Emperor Yuan, it was obviously not something that could be done in a day or two.

 

He wondered in his heart. Was it because he was too slow that he didn’t notice her feelings?

 

“I’ve heard about His Highness’ unparalleled martial arts skills. We’ve long admired your reputation. Why don’t you come over there with me to try, to also broaden our horizons?”

 

The prince in white had a white silk covering his face, and Shen Xinyue politely did not look too much, as if she was oblivious.

 

She had known for a long time that the third prince, after surviving a great disaster at Hangu Pass, not only lost his sight, but was also said to have amnesia.

 

Shen Xinyue didn’t care.

 

Her family was an aristocratic family of generals, and although Tai Wei Shen had not led troops for many years, the family tradition was still there.

 

All the young talents, young masters and young ladies of Great Yuan, as long as they were martial artists, there was no one that did not admire the Third Prince. The Third Prince was capable of both literature and martial arts, learned martial arts from the Ghost Valley, and was proficient in leading troops and arranging troops. He even invented many unheard-of tactics, and even her grandfather sighed in awe at the sight of the military reports.

 

Shen Xinyue was no exception. Her martial arts instructor had once worked with the Third Prince and spoke highly of him. So she had always had a strong affection for this prince who, despite being clearly a dragon’s noble son, cared about the world.

 

The Third Prince rarely returned to the capital, seeming to always be fighting outside, and only returned once or twice a year.

 

Whenever the third prince returned to the capital, the Zhuque Avenue would always be crowded with people.

 

The prince riding on the night-white horse led the Xuan Cavalry, who were all black from head to toe, into the city in an orderly manner, and all eyes were focused on the only white figure.

 

Shen Xinyue, like other young ladies from aristocratic families, booked the best teahouse in the entire Imperial City, sat in a high place with an excellent view, and followed the person’s back with her eyes.

 

“Almost everyone in the Imperial City has come.”

 

“The Third Prince truly possesses the demeanor of heaven and man, like a refreshing breeze and a bright moon. This battle is said to have left Yan Country powerless to fight back, it’s really…”

 

“I wonder what kind of woman would be worthy of him.”

 

The culture of the Great Yuan was open, when one met a man or woman they liked, at least privately, one wouldn’t hide it. If one was bolder, public courtship was not a rare thing.

 

At least Shen Xinyue and her circle of young ladies all admire the Third Prince.

 

It’s just a pity that the Third Prince was too much like an immortal. He was not a high and mighty god who despised all beings, but an immortal who was untainted by dust and couldn’t be tarnished. It’s hard to imagine him coming down from the clouds and getting involved in love.

 

In front of him, even Shen Xinyue, who was usually heroic and decisive, felt ashamed of herself.

 

Not to mention after Hangu Pass, the Third Prince sacrificed himself for the country, and truly became a figure equivalent to a god in the hearts of the people of the Great Yuan.

 

Originally, surviving a great disaster should be a great joy, who could have thought that this would happen.

 

If it weren’t for hearing the news of the Third Prince’s amnesia, Shen Xinyue thought, she probably wouldn’t dare to tell her grandfather. But she was indeed of age, and happened to have a sufficiently generous and noble birth, if she could make her own decisions, she still wanted to let go and try.

 

Zong Luo on the opposite side had no idea about Miss Shen’s journey of the heart.

 

He just felt that this girl spoke frankly and was very heroic.

 

Plus, with his current appearance, he could still bravely pursue love, which was truly sincere. No matter what the future held, since the Emperor had ordered it, and nothing was settled yet, it was just the most ordinary competition, why should he be coy?

 

So he gladly agreed. “Okay.”

 

Seeing the Third Prince agree, the aristocratic young masters and ladies on the side who didn’t dare to breathe all showed surprise.

 

In the past, the Third Prince rarely came back, and it was impossible to have such an opportunity to interact.

 

Now that they finally have such an opportunity, how can they not be overjoyed?

 

The only one grinding his teeth in the field was Zong Yongliu.

 

“Third Highness, please follow me.” Shen Xinyue said softly.

 

“Thank you, Miss Shen.” Zong Luo knew she was afraid that he couldn’t see and didn’t know the way, so he tactfully declined, did not brush off her kindness, and obediently followed behind.

 

Just as they had taken two steps, the prince in white suddenly looked back alertly.

 

In a situation where no one in the field had reacted, he drew out the Qixing Longyuan hanging from his waist, and the sword edge, like a cold frost, drew a semi-heart circle in the air, directly cutting down the arrow that was coming through the air.

 

“There’s an assassin!”

 

The young masters on the other side were scared and kept retreating, while Shen Xinyue had a serious look on her face, she opened the long whip hanging from her waist with her backhand, making a hunting sound on the ground, feeling ashamed in her heart.

 

Even in this state, the Third Highness was more responsive than them with their intact senses. It seemed that she was really superfluous just now.

 

In the midst of a formidable enemy, Zong Luo slightly lowered his head and picked up the feather arrow that had been cut in half on the ground.

 

There was still a trace left behind the feather arrow.

 

He looked up towards the corner of the tower, as if he felt something.

 

There was nothing there.