Would You Like to Have a Drink

Yes, Emperor Yuan must have dreamed of him committing suicide with Zhanlu in his previous life.

Others may not care, but the emperor would think that dreams have their own metaphors, thinking that it was a prophetic dream, and would give him the sword, telling him not to do foolish things.

Holding Zhanlu in his hand, Zong Luo’s eyes were red, his nose was sour from time to time, and he didn’t know what it felt like in his heart.

What kind of sword is Zhanlu? The Sword of Benevolence, the Sword of Emperors. Such a sword, if it is not the sword of the Great Yuan Emperor, no matter where it is placed, it is the target of everyone’s scramble.

What does it mean to give Zhanlu?

In other words, if Emperor Yuan gave him this sword in his previous life, Zong Luo would definitely not commit suicide at the foot of the Imperial City. Even if there was that edict, he would at least lead soldiers to rush into the Imperial City before the collapse to ask clearly.

Because this sword itself could only be worn by the emperor, even if it was given, it also carried the expectation of the ruler of the country for the heir.

The change of the master of Zhanlu implied the exchange of power.

If the previous words were all hints, then the act of giving the sword was the most obvious indication.

It indicated that the heir in Emperor Yuan’s heart, the future crown prince of the Great Yuan, was only one.

Inside the palace, it was quiet, only the candlelight was burning quietly.

The shadow cast by the light slowly crawled on the ground, just like Zong Luo’s complicated mood now.

Pei Qianxue didn’t lie to him, Yuan Jia didn’t lie to him, no one lied to him.

Even Zong Luo’s intuition in his previous life did not deceive him.

Emperor Yuan loved him very much.

Although he still didn’t know what happened at the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, as long as he knew this, Zong Luo was almost invincible.

Zong Luo couldn’t imagine that if Emperor Yuan had been in a coma in his previous life, even the situation of the decree was not his own, then when the news of his suicide under the city came, to really see white-haired man gives the black-haired man a gift, how sad it would have been. (TL: to see one’s child die earlier than oneself)

He made up his mind that no matter what, he would find Yu Beizhou tomorrow to find out the so-called truth.

In his previous life, he missed so much that he left so many regrets in this life.

“It’s just a sword, what’s your expression?!”

Emperor Yuan watched him silently for a long time, and scolded coldly. “Not promising!”

After speaking, he walked back to the desk with his hands behind his back.

Just as Yuan Jia reported in a low voice outside, saying that the decree had been drafted. Emperor Yuan ordered him to present it for review. After reading it, he was overjoyed. “Just announce it according to this.”

“Tomorrow, everyone in the world will know that you are back. Coincidentally, we will send troops to Yu Country next month, which will greatly boost morale.”

The prince in white whispered, “Father Emperor, since my eyes have recovered, then…”

“What’s the rush?!”

Emperor Yuan raised his eyebrows, “Although your eyes have recovered, you can’t slack off! Take medicine three times a day at regular intervals, and talk about leading soldiers to fight after a period of stability!”

Zong Luo: “……”

He silently swallowed the words he had just wanted to ask for permission to lead the troops.

Since he had officially recovered his status as a prince, Xuan Cavalry naturally had to be under his name. Mu Yuanlong’s long-cherished wish had also been achieved. It didn’t matter when he’d take it back, there’s no rush.

Since Emperor Yuan insisted on him recuperating, then just wait a while before talking about it again.

Batch after batch of eunuchs came to the palace. Because of the recovery of the Third Prince’s eyes, the long-silent palace was lively again. A series of drafted decrees were sent to Emperor Yuan for review, and all the memorials waiting for urgent processing were pushed aside.

The palace people came in one after another, some holding the memorials of various affairs that Emperor Yuan had deliberately postponed, most of which were related to the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, and some holding tea and snacks. The palace lanterns lit up the quiet night sky, which was even more festive than the festival half a month ago.

When Zong Luo came, it was already dusk. After carefully checking everything, it was completely dark. Not to mention now.

Emperor Yuan didn’t care about the sky, on the contrary, he became increasingly enthusiastic, “Go and call the Tai Wei, Zhen wants to discuss the unfinished battle plan with him overnight!”

After all the orders were given, the emperor turned around and saw the prince in white standing pitifully by the desk with Zhanlu in his arms, looking like he was in a daze.

Thinking of his cold scolding just now, he felt a little guilty, but he couldn’t lose face, so he changed the subject, “What do you think about the thing Zhen mentioned last time?”

Zong Luo looked up in confusion, watching Emperor Yuan bend his knuckles and knock on the desk, reminding him, “The eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei’s family.”

As soon as this was mentioned, Zong Luo’s face became strange.

He remembered the last time he went out for a spring outing, as if he had completed the blind date task assigned by Emperor Yuan, and spent the whole process with that heroic young lady.

To be honest, Shen Xinyue was indeed a very good person, with high EQ, looked carefree but actually meticulous, understood everyone’s emotions, and her personality was not lacking in quirkiness. She was the type that Zong Luo appreciates..

But appreciation was just appreciation, he had absolutely no thoughts in that aspect.

However, Zong Luo would rather die than tell Emperor Yuan that his son was bent and may not be able to add a later generation to the Zong family. Now he could only say awkwardly that he had seen it, choked out a “not bad” sentence, and then be mute in anger afterwards.

Emperor Yuan happened to be reviewing a decree, and casually said, “Zhen has also seen her twice. She is quirky, kind-hearted, and a master of whip technique inherited from Master Shuo Luo. She is considerate of the people, not arrogant or impatient, and understands the big picture. Not bad.”

However, Zong Luo gradually heard something wrong.

The words of praise from Emperor Yuan were obviously not ordinary praise, but more like the standard for selecting the crown prince’s wife, or even the future empress of a country.

Although he made it clear after his eyes recovered, Zong Luo was still a little uncomfortable. Just like last time he made clear his ambition, he was not only unguarded, but also a little relieved.

Because of the good news of the recovery of his eyes, the emperor was in a good mood, “If you also think it’s okay, Zhen will take advantage of this great day to draft a decree together and order you to marry. First choose a good day and let Feng Chang prepare, and get it done before the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.”

Zong Luo was shocked.

By the time he reacted, his body had already knelt down first, “Father Emperor, absolutely not!”