The mighty prince strode in grandly, folding fan in hand, surrounded by a crowd of guards.
He pointed at Zhuer and ordered, “Tie him up and take him away.”
Zhuer shrank into a ball, burying himself in your arms as he shook his head desperately and sobbed under his breath.
“Husband, save me… I don’t even know him…”
You discreetly shoved Zhuer behind you to shield him a little, and when you looked up, you met the prince’s half smiling, half not gaze.
Huh, huh, huh??? Wait a second…
Damn, isn’t that the neighbor, Ah Hei, who drank with you, gazed at the stars and moon, and talked about life and ideals at Chunman Pavilion just a few days ago?
The guard, very perceptive, hauled you to your feet.
You struggled twice to no avail and were lifted aside like a baby chick.
Ah Hei frowned as he came over, tapping Zhuer’s knee with the tip of his shoe as he looked down at him. “Yuyizhu, Qin Ran is about to die.”
Zhuer stopped crying and lifted his tear-streaked little face to look at him.
“Y, you’re not trying to scare me…”
“My imperial brother personally petitioned before the civil and military officials, saying he would marry no one but you…”
Ah Hei said with deep sorrow:
“But now his legs have already been broken by my imperial father.”
“This prince happened to pass by, and came in my imperial brother’s place to see you. I thought you ought to be told.”
“If you truly have no remaining feelings for him, I will never force you.”
“Husband, I’m sorry.” Zhuer looked at you apologetically, then clenched his fists and said firmly to Ah Hei, “I’ll go with you.”
Ah Hei sent Zhuer off on the carriage back to the Capital.
Before leaving, he even had someone send a generous gift.
Two huge boxes of glittering gold were lined up in front of the mansion gate, so bright they were blinding.
“Thank you, Young Master Zhao, for taking care of my Imperial Sister-in-law. A small token of gratitude, please accept it.”
Tch, what was money worth?
You, Zhao Hutou, were the damn last person lacking money.
Zhuer’s carriage was already far away, but Ah Hei still showed no sign of leaving.
You looked at him in confusion, and before you could ask, you heard Ah Hei say, “Young Master Zhao, I have long heard that the scenery in Jiangnan is like a painting. Naturally, I cannot bear to leave. Might I trouble your residence for a few days?”
You gazed at Ah Hei’s expectant eyes and fell into a dilemma.
1. It is easy to invite a god, but hard to send him off. Who knows what he wants? Find an excuse to decline politely.
2. Sure, Ah Hei.