Chapter 2 Encounter

The water came in from all directions.

Sui Yan didn't know how long he had been in the chaos. Suddenly, he felt suffocated. His instinct for survival made him reach up and grab twice, and then he was dragged up by a hand.

The air rushed in suddenly, and he took a few quick breaths before he opened his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him. Then he was stunned.

The young man in front of him was soaking wet and glared at him: "Sui Wanggui! Are you looking for death? You deserve to drown so close to the shore!"

Sui Yan looked at him in astonishment, then realized that something seemed amiss.

Hadn't I been killed by a cup of poisoned wine in Prince Jing's mansion?

How come you are still alive now?

Moreover, the young man in front of him looked more and more familiar, until he started to speak, Sui Yan recognized that this was Song Xian.

The boy at this time looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a childish face, and was panting angrily.

Seeing Sui Yan staring at him without blinking, he suddenly became even angrier.

"What are you looking at? You almost got me killed just now. Young Marquis, if you want to die, find a quiet place to jump into the river, and don't drag me into it."

Sui Yan looked at him expressionlessly, then stood up from where he was and jumped into the river beside him without looking back.

There was a loud "plop" sound.

Song Xian: “…”

Since the decline of the Third Prince's lineage, Sui Yan has been hiding his talents in the capital, and only returned to the court after three years of lying in wait.

Then, secretly and openly, the government plotted to completely dethrone several princes who had a chance to succeed the throne, causing the emperor to be extremely jealous. Before his death, he ordered the third prince to execute him, and he ended up dying miserably in a desolate garden.

When he plotted to kill the first person, Sui Yan had already calculated his own fate, and he also knew that when the emperor passed away, it would be the day of his own death, so he did not hate the Third Prince who gave him that cup of infamy. On the contrary, he was very grateful for that cup of wine.

And those words before his death only made the arrogant Song Xian feel even more uncomfortable. He was a bad-tempered person who would drag others down with him when he was unhappy. That was why he was fearless and had so many useless words with Song Xian.

He already had nothing to ask for in life, so the infamy was totally unnecessary. He was just looking for a reason to die with a clear conscience.

But Sui Yan never thought that one day he would open his eyes and see the light again, so when he was rescued by the young Song Xian, his first reaction was the hallucination he had before his death.

When he was fifteen years old, he was strolling in the city with Song Xian and accidentally fell into the icy river. It was because of this accident that he became weak and sickly. In the end, his health deteriorated and he was already exhausted at the age of twenty-five.

Sui Yan was in a daze, thinking: "Even if it was an illusion before death, why did I have to see that bastard Song Xian?"

So when he was sure that what he saw was an illusion, he jumped into the river without looking back.

"There's nothing to be nostalgic about. I should just die quickly. I'm so annoyed." Sui Yan thought before jumping into the water.

Then a chill came from all directions, and in a trance, he saw a mist in front of his eyes, and it seemed that someone jumped into the water and swam towards him.

Sui Yan was thinking wildly: "Who is this sucker? Don't come here, don't risk your life to save me."

A piece of ink-colored clothing seemed to float in front of him, but Sui Yan could no longer see it and had completely lost consciousness.

When Sui Yan regained consciousness, his body felt light and his head was buzzing, as if he had been hit on the back of the head.

He instinctively tried to sit up with the help of his arms, but after a while, he fell back onto the bed.

It seemed like there was a group of people quarreling in his mind, which made him feel very annoyed.

"The third prince is a wicked man who plotted to murder his brother. He shall be put to death."

Then there was the sound of a porcelain cup breaking.

"Wang Gui, do you really want to risk the wrath of the world and get involved in the fight for the throne? Duan Zhisu has been convicted, you have no chance of winning."

"Sui Yan! Sui Yan, are you still alive?"

"Prince Jing is indeed a virtuous man, but I wonder how much your virtuous manhood is worth at this moment? Either you die here today, or you stay here. You choose one."

"After all, you are an unloved prince. Even if you shamelessly enjoy the pleasures of a man, no one will care."

"The Third Prince... has already returned to the capital from Canglin Temple. Can you... still wait for him?"

"ah--"

…

Too many people and too many voices were clamoring in his ears. Sui Wanggui was sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes desperate. The emotions were piling up in his chest and were about to explode.

Perhaps because he was burning too hard, he couldn't tell what year it was and could only say vaguely based on instinct: "Uncle Zhao..."

I heard the sound of porcelain breaking, followed by a faint sound of crying.

Sui Yan felt as if someone was holding his chin up and feeding him a bowl of bitter medicine.

The medicine went down his throat and tasted like the medicine he was used to. Sui Yan swallowed the bitter medicine in his mouth without much resistance.

Someone nearby said, "Finally he took the medicine. He will be fine after a few days of rest."

Sui Yan was in a daze, thinking in confusion: "Where did this quack come from? The poison has penetrated into my bones for many years, and there is no cure. What do you mean there is no serious problem? This is nonsense. It makes me angry to death."

He didn't know if the medicine written by the quack doctor had worked, but after a while, Sui Yan finally felt some strength. He opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced weakly to the side, and what he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Haitang?"

Being called Haitang, he is actually a young boy.

At this time, his face was covered with tear marks. He leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at Sui Yan with tears in his eyes, saying aggrievedly: "Young Marquis, you have been unconscious for three days. That Song guy is so abominable. He let you fall into the glacier for so long without rescuing you. If anything happened to you, I would have asked the second young master to ask the emperor to punish him. Fortunately, someone rescued you in time..."

A low voice came from the side, with a hoarse voice: "Okay Haitang, don't disturb the young marquis, go and bring the medicine."

Sui Yan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a servant's uniform. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhao?"

Li Zhao was calm and composed. He reached out and touched his forehead, frowning: "It's still a little hot. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Sui Yan had just woken up, and looked at the two people he was meeting with a dazed look in his eyes, as the memories in his mind came back bit by bit.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he passed out again, very neatly.

Haitang, Lizhao: "..."

"Someone come! The Marquis has fainted again!"

Three days later, the almost burnt-to-ash Shan Yan finally woke up in a daze and completely accepted the fact that he had lived again.

Normal people would be either horrified or delighted by such a bizarre thing, but he was extremely calm, with a look of despair in his eyes. He thought blankly, "I'll die anyway if I start over again. Why should I bother with so much trouble?"

He had no intention of living in the first place, and the thought made him even less interested. He even had no intention of taking the life-saving medicine that Haitang carefully brought to him.

The bitter medicine was emitting a white mist. Haitang looked at Sui Yan, who was half leaning on the couch with a listless look, and whispered, "Master, take the medicine."

Sui Yan uttered a lazily "hmm", took the medicine and smelled it, then his face changed and he covered his mouth and almost vomited it out.

Haitang quickly came up to pat his back: "Young Master?"

In the past, Sui Yan drank medicine just to prolong his life, he had to drink it, but now he was too lazy to live, why should he drink such bitter medicine to torture himself?

Thinking this way, he simply put the medicine down and shook his head to indicate that it was okay: "I heard you say before that I was lucky enough to be rescued by someone when I fell into the water. Who was it?"

Haitang said hesitantly, "I just happened to be out of the palace on some business..."

Sui Yan's heart skipped a beat.

I heard Haitang Mosquito say: "...Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Sui Yan was really confused now. In his previous life, when he fell into the water, Song Xian was frightened and stunned for a moment before he remembered to save him. The delay caused the cold air to enter his body and damage his foundation.

He has jumped into the river twice in this life, so why did a prince jump out to save him?

The more Sui Yan thought about it, the more headache he had, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Haitang said: "Young Master, take the medicine."

Sui Yan said absentmindedly: "Okay, okay."

Haitang gave some more instructions before bowing and going down.

Sui Yan gathered some strength to get up from the couch and glanced out the window. He then discovered that there was heavy snow falling outside. The whole place was white and really eye-catching.

He vaguely remembered that it was snowing heavily when he was dying.

Sui Yan walked slowly to the window and pushed half of it open. Heavy snow was blown in by the cold wind and almost hit his face.

Looking out the window at the huge mansion, the rockery, pavilion, snow-covered trees and candlesticks were exactly the same as he remembered.

Sui Yan lazily leaned against the window, scanning the scenes in the courtyard one by one with a complicated expression, while one hand held the bowl of medicine inconspicuously and poured it out of the window neatly.

The snow on the ground was smashed into a black mess.

He lowered his eyes and lazily watched the dirt on the ground being gradually covered by the new snow. Then he closed the window, lay back on the couch, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

The Sui family is full of loyal and brave people. Generation after generation, they have guarded the border and expanded the territory for Beilan in the battlefields all year round.

But no one knew if this young Master Yan had taken some wrong medicine when he was in his mother's womb, but he never liked fighting and killing since he was a child. He was always joking and unruly at a young age. Everyone in the capital knew that the family of the great generals who had fought on the battlefield for generations had a naughty and arrogant young master.

When Sui Yan was young, his father and two elder brothers were still alive, so the Sui family did not need to rely on him for support. In addition, the old lady took pity on Sui Yan's frailty and did not want him to follow his father to fight on the battlefield, so she simply let him do whatever he liked.

When Sui Yan was ten years old, General Sui and his two elder brothers died in the battlefield, and the old lady passed away in grief. Only then was he forced to leave that gentle hometown and learn how to survive in the capital city where there were dangers everywhere.

In his previous life, he did not know how to keep a low profile and insisted on being the third prince's right-hand man, making all the plans for him both openly and covertly.

But in this life, Sui Yan doesn't plan to go to Hun Shui anymore, it's too troublesome.

Because the Sui family died for their country in southern Xinjiang, the emperor took great care of the Sui family's only bloodline.

Not even half a day after Sui Yan fell into the water, the palace sent a doctor to treat him. However, all the priceless medicines he prescribed were poured by Sui Yan on the bare osmanthus tree outside.

Seven days passed, Sui Yan was still a little lethargic, and the doctors who were sent to treat him seemed helpless. After discussing for a long time, they tremblingly suggested giving the young marquis a few injections.

Sui Yan's lips were slightly raised, and he looked like he was smiling even when his face was expressionless. Moreover, smiling whenever he met people was a habit he had developed over the past ten years in his previous life, and it was something he couldn't change in a short time.

He looked at Doctor Yu gently and said softly, "If you really stab me with a needle, I will tell my uncle that you want to harm loyal people."

Doctor Yu: “…”

Doctor Yu immediately knelt down and apologized, saying, "Young Marquis, this, this, this..."

Where did you say this?

Haitang said, "My two lords, you don't know that my young master is most afraid of injections. You should prescribe some more medicine. His health has not improved in so many days. If you don't pay more attention, I will report to the emperor and sue you for negligence."

Doctor Yu: “…”

It is true that for every master there is a servant. These master and servant are really in cahoots with each other.

Doctor Yu wrote some more prescriptions with great fear and trepidation, and reminded the patient of several things before he left in a hurry.

In his previous life, Sui Yan hated taking medicine the most. When he first started taking medicine, he almost vomited and vomited blood, but in order to survive, he had to force himself to swallow it. Sometimes he looked uglier after taking the medicine than before;

This time he did not torture himself anymore. Every time Haitang brought him medicine to nourish her body, he would accept it on the surface, but in fact, after Haitang left, he would skillfully splash the medicine outside the window - if the osmanthus tree was still alive, it would probably have lost its leaves because of his splashing.

A bunch of supplements were added to today's medicine, and it smelled a little sweet. It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into its preparation. However, Sui Yan only glanced at it lazily, then lazily leaned against the window and casually spilled the medicine on the ground.

When he put the medicine bowl on the window frame and looked up lazily, he saw a dark figure not far away - the man looked less than twenty years old, with a tall figure, wearing a dark cape, looking at him with a smile, and caught him in the act of sprinkling the medicine.

Sui Yan: “…”