Would You Like to Have a Drink

“You must not cry out in pain, and you must not tell outsiders, this is our little secret.”

“Okay, Mother.”

The young Yu Beizhou nodded in confusion.

From then on, he endured it hard, endured a sickness, and never cried out in pain again.

After a few days, the neatly dressed Little Yu Beizhou returned to his bright and shiny appearance as the little young master of the Yu Mansion in front of outsiders, and early in the morning, he took his servants to the neighboring Proton Mansion.

Looking at the other face that was still naive and of the same age as him, Little Yu Beizhou couldn’t help but feel malicious in his heart.

He grew up with high expectations in the Yu family, eating whip and potion, but this stupid proton was happy every day, coming to other countries as a proton without any worries, and having no lack of food and clothing.

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that before he used the witch potion, he looked somewhat similar to the proton.

This realization made him feel as nauseous as if he had swallowed a fly.

Even if he didn’t know where this jealousy and disgust came from, the always obedient Little Yu Beizhou still obeyed his parents’ orders, stepped forward, and asked innocently, “Big Brother, I see you always come to our mansion for a meal, what is your name?”

How strange.

Little Yu Beizhou had known about the Great Yuan Proton for a long time. He also knew why every time he went to the kitchen, the cook would make an extra delicious dish and put it in the basket.

But his parents did not allow him to appear in front of the Great Yuan Proton, saying that he was still young and should play more with his cousin, who had just been crowned crown prince, Ye Linghan.

However, Little Yu Beizhou had been rebellious since he was a child.

He once secretly climbed over the wall and had a chance encounter with the Great Yuan Proton. The other party wanted to talk to him, but he ignored him and ran away.

In the past few days, when the Great Yuan Proton came to their mansion for a meal, he wanted to come up and say hello after seeing Yu Beizhou. As a result, this little episode was seen through by the family head, so – without exception, after the proton left, he experienced a beating.

The Great Yuan Proton looked at the aristocratic family’s young master in front of him and said softly, “My name is Zong Luo.”

From then on, without suspense, they became good friends.

The next day, the family head called Little Yu Beizhou over, praised him for the first time, and asked him to invite the Great Yuan Proton to join him to attend a private school as the young master of the Yu family.

That was when the two of them were just six years old, the right age to start school.

The Yu family was a big family and had a big business, and they held a private school in their own courtyard, inviting the best teachers and junior tutors from the palace to explain in detail for the two students.

Gradually, Little Yu Beizhou found that as long as he played with the Great Yuan Proton, occasionally when the latter invited him to the Proton Mansion to play, the family head and mistress would not call him back, and he could even escape the regular application of the potion every three days.

Gradually, he began to feel that this Great YuanThird Prince didn’t seem so displeasing to the eye.

Let’s just reluctantly consider him a friend, thought Little Yu Beizhou.

He had never had a friend, not even one.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

Until the day of Yu Beizhou’s seventh birthday.

As expected, there was only a bowl of longevity noodles to celebrate for him.

That night, he went to bed early, and when he got up in the middle of the night, he inadvertently overheard a secret conversation.

“How is the handling of that family going?”

“Reporting to the Madam, everything has been handled properly. We have followed them for several years to ensure that there are no problems. They have not revealed anything to anyone, and only then did we exterminate them all at once. Even if the Great Yuan’s secret guards go to investigate, they will definitely not find anything.”

“Not bad.”

The mistress sighed, “If it weren’t for my inability to have children, why would I need to go to such lengths?”

“Madam, don’t say that.”

The voice of the family head came from behind the door, “If we had our own child, he would still have to suffer the pain of changing his face and removing his bones with the witch potion in order to become a member of his Great Yuan clan. Although he is an adopted child, we have already considered him as our own over these years.”

“Moreover, he was born looking like the Third Prince, saving us the trouble of changing faces. When his family sold the child to us, they had already given up on him, and now they have all gone to the underworld. Who else knows about this matter besides us?”

“When he returns to the Great Yuan in the future, we will assist him from behind. Plus, you said that the Emperor Yuan used to admire you, wouldn’t the throne of the Great Yuan be within easy reach? When he ascends the throne, we will then naturally acknowledge his identity, saying that it was a mistake. He will surely acknowledge us out of gratitude. This matter is only known to heaven and earth, you and I.”

“Even so, when I turned around and married you, who knows if Emperor Yuan will feel angry in his heart.”

The mistress sighed, “What about the one in our house? Even if we really change his face, keeping him is ultimately a hidden danger. I see that he has contracted such a madness at a young age, what if he reveals the matter of the potion in the future?”

“Keeping him now is still useful. If one day he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan, and is investigated, there will be no flaws. Wait a few years, send Luo’er back to the Great Yuan, and deal with him when no one cares. It’s just that the only legitimate young master has died of illness, I will also need to trouble the madam to mourn with me for a few years, just for show.”

The voice of the family head sounded, revealing a strange coldness, “Dead people don’t talk.”