Gu Boyuan stared at her with bleary eyes, his voice hoarse, "Give me back my wine... Tonight, I'm going to drink myself into oblivion..."
"Don't even think about it!" Yao Shiyu was furious. She raised her hand and smashed the bottle on the ground.
Glass-like shards scattered and flew everywhere, the wine flowed out, and released a rich aroma.
Gu Boyuan stared blankly at the spilled wine on the ground, as if watching his dignity and hope slowly dissipate.
He swayed unsteadily, finally collapsing to the ground, and muttered dejectedly, "Get back on your feet? How am I supposed to get back on my feet..."
He raised his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on Yao Shiyu, his voice hoarse and bitter: "My father is just a merchant. I was born inferior to others. How can I compare to Xie Yizhi?"
He was born a prince, and I? Just a commoner. What right do I have to compete with him?
As he said this, his fists clenched involuntarily, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anger and pain. "Even this title of Young General was obtained for me by Jiang Luoluo."
She begged Jiang Chengfeng to write a memorial to the emperor requesting an official title for me.
Gu Boyuan's voice trembled, hoarse as if it had been swept by sandstorm, "Tell me, what can I use to cheer myself up?"
I am nothing but a lowly, penniless person. Now even the Emperor ignores me. Even if I kneel and die at the entrance of the Imperial Study, no one will pity me!
The cold wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, carrying a biting chill, and ruffled Yao Shiyu's hair.
She pursed her lips, looking at the self-destructive man in front of her with a complicated expression.
I was angry at their lack of ambition, yet I also felt pity for them.
She looked at the man she loved most, a hint of reluctance appearing in her eyes.
She murmured softly, "No, Brother Boyuan, your birth is the same as Xie Yizhi's..."
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