Ye Zhili’s face turned green and red for a while. He was the Duke of Qi who later on became the Secretary of the Central Committee. Only he was the one to give others a hard time; no one dared to give him shame in public.
Prince Yong’an was the first.
Even as he settled down to sleep that night, Ye Yunting was still thinking about the events of the day.
Although he had never been in love, he knew everything he needed to know. The two of them had been sleeping together for the past two days, and they may have to keep sharing the same bed for a long time in the future. To him, there was nothing pretentious about two men sleeping in the same bed. Besides, the bed was big enough for each to sleep in their own space, so it wasn’t any trouble.
The next day, the sun was warm and the weather was clear. Wen Tian woke up in a titter of whispers. He rubbed his eyes, got up, pushed open the window and looked outside. Under the window was a row of flower pots, and the plants in the pots had sprouted new leaves overnight.
He hadn’t fully relaxed since he’d gotten back, and he’d forgotten about this bizarre ability. He leaned his back against the window and listened to a few exposed plants talking.
After the two of them finished drinking a pot of tea, Li Fengqi looked completely relieved.
Whoever his real parents were and whatever twists and turns there were in between, they’ve all gone up in smoke. The old Wangfei refused to tell him the truth, perhaps because it was related to his life story, and most likely to protect him. But now that Han Chan had uncovered them, these old things would one day see the light of day again.
If the old Wangfei wouldn’t anything, he would find out for himself.
The people in the room were still talking, but Ye Wang no longer dared to listen. He got up and stumbled towards his own yard. Hearing the commotion, the maid in the room opened the door cautiously to check, but saw nothing, so she could only close the door again in confusion.
Ye Wang returned to the courtyard with a pale face, as if he had lost his soul. The maid who was waiting for him saw this and came up to him: “Young Master, what’s the matter?”
“Everyone, get out.” Ye Wang waved his servants away and locked himself in the room alone.
The Wen family’s mansion was a large compound with four courtyards. After the entrance was the main hall on the left, and the dining room connected to the garden was on the right. Through the central corridor, past the hanging flower door, was the inner courtyard.
The guest house was in the west courtyard. The housekeeper took Chu Xiangtian in to settle down, and arranged for two servants to wait for orders before leaving.
Taiqian Palace.
The palace maid was lying prostrate on the ground, and the palace was in a mess.
Li Zong had smashed everything he could, but his temper was not yet relieved. He ordered people to bring whips to vent his anger on two young eunuchs.
When Han Chan arrived, the two young eunuchs had turned into bloody figures. Cui Xi was ordering people to drag them away. He lowered his voice and said: “Go back to the Imperial Doctor’s Office to prescribe some medicine for their injuries. Whether they can survive or not depends on their fate.”
It was the hour of the fourth watch1, the hour of the rooster’s crow.
The sky was still dark, and lanterns were lit under the eaves of the main courtyard. The new maid was waiting in the courtyard with a lantern. When she saw the two people coming out, she held a lantern to lead the way.
Ye Yunting sent Li Fengqi to the gate of the palace before stopping his steps. Although his expression was calm, Li Fengqi knew what he was worried about. He gently patted the back of Ye Yunting’s hand, moved from the wheelchair to the sedan chair, lifted the sedan curtain and waved his hand towards Ye Yunting. “Go back and rest.”
Two tall carriages drove one after another into Sifang Town. There was no shortage of people on East Street at any time, and pedestrians and roadside vendors alike watched curiously as the carriages slowly past them in the middle of the road, whispering and talking to each other.
Everyone recognized the carriage leading the way: it was the Wen family’s carriage. But the one behind it was the subject of speculation, especially the driver of the carriage who always had a fierce and sinister aura that made people tremble.
Li Fengqi’s prediction was quickly proven correct. As expected, Li Zong did not follow Qiao Hairen’s suggestion, but instead sent anothe...