Would You Like to Have a Drink

Yu Beizhou had seen many different Zong Luos.

 

Angry, murderous, indifferent, cold, expressionless, even with disgust, aloof, despising all beings, as if standing above all things.

 

However, he often showed calmness, strength, and gentleness in front of others, none of which Yu Beizhou had.

 

This made him very upset.

 

Puchi–

 

Yu Beizhou let out a mocking chuckle, venting his anger on his hand, and bit his neck with a tilt of his head.

 

Even if he still had a careless smile on his face, he could see his current mood.

 

Shen Xinyue faintly heard a short breath, hesitated for a moment, and only thought she had heard it wrong. “Your Highness, if there is nothing wrong, this minister’s daughter will leave first.”

 

It was unknown if it’s an illusion, but the warm voice behind the door had a few more imperceptible tremors. “Okay.”

 

Naturally, there was no retention at all. Even the outer robe was not put on, and a reluctant meeting.

 

Shen Xinyue’s heart was inexplicably lost.

 

She was so gentle and kind-hearted, naturally she could guess that the Third Prince had no intention of her.

 

Last time when she went out for a spring outing, although the prince agreed to the invitation, every move was within the bounds of etiquette and he refused to overstep half a point. Moreover, after the end, Shen Xinyue deliberately let the maid book the most elegant tea house in the Imperial City in advance, and invited all the new officials and young masters and ladies present to the tea house for dinner, but the prince also declined.

 

If a man had a little bit of affection for a woman, there was absolutely no possibility of such restraint.

 

Shen Xinyue was clear, so she felt more uncomfortable.

 

If it weren’t for the fact that the Third Prince had lost his memory and was blind, she would definitely not dare to say half a word with her grandfather.

 

But this person just came down from the clouds, giving people room for thought, making people have unwarranted thoughts. And when Shen Xinyue’s little thoughts had not yet been opened up, he shook his sleeve and returned to the sky.

 

If never given hope from the beginning, how could it be so painful now?

 

In the eyes of other princes and princesses in the Imperial City, she was very noble, with a big family and a big business, and her grandfather was given divine favor. She was not inferior to a Princess of Great Yuan, and even a prince couldn’t refuse at will. She’s deserving to be the heaven’s sedan chair daughter.  (TL: being born with excellence, and also refers to being blessed by nature.)

 

But only Shen Xinyue knew that in front of the person she loved, she was nothing.

 

Before coming, Shen Xinyue had already thought it through in her heart.

 

If she saw the fully recovered Third Highness, and finally confirmed once, since there was no intention, then it would be more decent to pass by, not wasting her brave step.

 

But when it really came to this point, she couldn’t say it.

 

In the end, she just said in a daze, “Then please take care of your body, Your Highness, this minister’s daughter will come another day.”

 

After speaking, she signaled the maid behind her to hand the meal box to the eunuch, and left in the evening light.

 

It was not until the figure completely disappeared at the entrance of Yuchun Palace that the silent sleeping chamber seemed to come alive again.

 

The red and white intertwined figures on the wall were affectionate as if they were sticking together.

 

Yu Beizhou swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, staring deeply at the face in front of him, his dark pupils were full of unhidden coldness. “Everyone has left, are you reluctant to part with, Senior brother?”

 

The flowing long hair fell on the shoulders of the white-clothed prince, just like its owner, each strand turned into a cold and sticky snake, spitting out a crimson jealous snake tongue.

 

“Yu Beizhou, that’s enough, can’t you speak well?”

 

Zong Luo’s chest rose and fell twice, suppressing the anger in his heart. “You came to Yuchun Palace, just to talk to me about this?”

 

Before, he only felt that half a sentence was too much if the conversation was not interesting, but now it had progressed to the point where it was impossible to communicate.

 

“What? Is this blaming this Junior brother for ruining the good deeds of Senior brother?”

 

Yu Beizhou continued to be sarcastic, “Congratulations Senior brother, not only has he recovered his identity, but he has also gone up a level, and has been favored by the Tai Wei, is about to enter the room and issue a marriage decree, and become the son-in-law who rides the dragon. Not only that, the Confucian disciple named Gu is also fascinated by the Senior brother, unable to stop himself, it’s really charming.”

 

Through a thin layer of clothing, the solitary jealousy burned stronger and stronger.

 

He didn’t know why, when Yu Beizhou said this, the fire burning in Zong Luo because he was so annoyed, suddenly went out.

 

Having been enemies for so long, it was not difficult to distinguish the other’s emotions.

 

Although Yu Beizhou often did some inhuman things on weekdays, but being this angry with Zong Luo, he really saw it for the first time in two lifetimes.

 

The only time he saw it, it should be in a dream. When he committed suicide under the city wall.

 

So the question is, why would Yu Beizhou be angry after knowing that he was granted a marriage and confessed to by Gu Ziyuan?

 

An unbelievable guess suddenly rose in Zong Luo’s heart, which was too absurd and fermented like a demon.

 

The white-clothed prince maintained this posture, his spine against the cold wall, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up with a mocking arc.

 

It seemed that in this way, he could cover up his throbbing and complexities these days and shift it to the other person.

 

His face was calm, hiding the turbulent undercurrent beneath it. “It’s really interesting. It’s me who was granted a marriage, not to mention that the eight characters are not written yet, even if it is true, what does it have to do with you? What qualifications do you have to question me? Unless….”  (TL: eight characters are not written yet- nothing has happened, not yet settled)

 

Zong Luo’s voice was very light, clearly asking Yu Beizhou, but also like asking himself.

 

“Yu Beizhou, you wouldn’t have fallen for me, would you?”