Chapter 24 Boring

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of Sui'an Marquis's mansion, and the servants had already put down the horse stool.

Sui Yan nodded and saluted towards Duan Mingchong. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Duan Mingchong.

Sui Yan: "Your Highness?"

Duan Mingchong's ears were burning. He opened a slit in the cloak that Sui Yan had put on, pulled out a sachet embroidered with crabapple flowers from the sleeve, and tied it to the belt around Sui Yan's waist himself.

"There is a peace charm given by Master Gengxue in here, which is said to be able to drive away evil spirits and ensure peace and health. You should carry it with you and never leave it." Duan Mingchong's fingers were slender and slender. He tied the red string of the sachet up and down to the jade pendant on his waist. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "General Sui will leave tomorrow. You are not in good health. I don't know if your father will let you attend the court."

Sui Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Duan Mingchong's profile, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"But it's better not to attend the government. Heavy snow has been falling this year, and many places in Jiangbei have suffered severe snow disasters. The civil and military officials in the court are arguing about this matter and don't know how to do practical things. It's very annoying."

Duan Mingchong hung up the amulet carelessly, then straightened up. Seeing Sui Yan staring at him, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Sui Yan blinked and said softly, "Your Highness, do you have anything important to do on the Lantern Festival?"

Duan Mingchong thought for a moment and said, "During the Lantern Festival, I may need to deal with government affairs with my father during the day, but I will have nothing to do at night."

Sui Yan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, pretending to be calm and said, "I... I heard that there is a lantern night market in front of the City God Temple every year. It is very lively. Your Highness, would you be so kind as to go and take a look?"

Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment and looked at him strangely.

Sui Yan coughed dryly, fearing that Duan Mingchong would see his evil ambitions, and said arrogantly: "Your Highness, did Wang Gui say something wrong?"

Duan Mingchong chuckled and said, "My guess was right. You are used to finding fun for yourself."

He felt relieved but also regretful. If he had known Sui Yan when he was young, he might not have grown up to be such a boring person.

And if I had known that Sui Yan was so approachable, I should have asked someone to find some scripts for him to read, so that we wouldn't have to talk about politics all the time. Even I found it boring, let alone Sui Yan who was very playful.

Sui Yan blinked, not knowing whether Duan Mingchong was praising him or criticizing him.

"Your Highness?"

Duan Mingchong nodded and said, "Okay, as long as you don't think I'm boring."

Sui Yan smiled and said, "How can Your Highness be boring?"

Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment and his ears suddenly turned red.

Sui Yan didn't notice it, and he bowed to Duan Mingchong again, then jumped off the carriage happily.

Duan Mingchong hurriedly drew aside the curtain and looked down.

Sui Yan stood under the lantern outside the Marquis's residence, waving at him with a crooked look in his eyes: "Your Highness, don't forget the Lantern Festival."

Duan Mingchong suddenly felt a little dazed.

The young man's fur-edged cloak fell off half of his shoulders when he got off the car, revealing the purple robe underneath. The golden-threaded crabapple flower on his left shoulder set off his handsome face, and he looked...

Just like light.

Duan Mingchong was dazed and only came to his senses when the carriage lurched away. He belatedly waved his hands toward the window.

The carriage had already left. Duan Mingchong stared blankly at the houses passing by quickly outside and murmured softly, "I won't forget it."

As long as you don't forget, I won't forget.

Sui Yan, who was standing at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, saw the carriage turn a corner and disappear at the end of the street, then he withdrew his gaze. He put the cloak hanging from his arm onto his shoulders, and jumped back into the Mansion in a very good mood.

Halfway through the dance, he suddenly felt that he was being a little pretentious. If he thought about it carefully, he was already twenty years old, so why did he act like a young girl in love just by asking someone out to watch the lanterns?

Sui Yan walked in a more human manner, took a few steps, and covered his forehead helplessly, thinking, "Damn, I'm actually a little happy."

In his previous life, he had been so calculating that he had no time for love affairs. The emperor had once wanted to arrange a marriage for him, but he had rejected it outright. What was his reason?

Sui Yan jumped down from the stairs and couldn't help but burst out laughing. He remembered...

At that time, when Emperor Beilan asked him privately whether he had any feelings for the daughter of the Minister of Rites, Sui Yan remained calm and just said that he would think about it and give an answer.

Who would have thought that the next day he dragged the bewildered Yuejian into the palace, knelt down with a plop, and begged Emperor Beilan to allow him to marry Yuejian.

Emperor Bei Lan: "..."

Tsukimi: “????”

Emperor Beilan was nearly pissed off by him, so he scolded him angrily and sentenced him to reflect on his mistakes at home for two months.

Sui Yan didn't care at all. He happily took Yue Jian back home and went to a villa outside the city to escape the summer heat that night.

Yue Jian followed him into the palace in a daze, and came back with a bewildered look on his face. Seeing Sui Yan coughing and packing his things, with a slight light in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment before tentatively saying, "Prince, what you said in the palace..."

Sui Yan was heartless and said, "They are all tricking him. I can't afford to marry the daughter of the Minister of Rites. Isn't this just putting a thorn in my eye? Ignore them and just fool them. Hey, where is my candy box? Did you see it?"

Sui Yan turned his back to Yue Jian and looked around, not noticing the flash of disappointment and sadness in Yue Jian's eyes.

Sui Yan didn't hear the answer, turned around and asked, "Yue Jian?"

Yue Jian forced a smile and rummaged around on the table awkwardly: "I... I saw it yesterday. It should be here. You can look for it... I, I'll go see if the medicine is ready..."

Having said that, without waiting for Sui Yan's answer, he staggered out quickly and disappeared without a trace.

Sui Yan didn't understand, so he had to look it up himself.

Sui Yan recalled the mess he had done in the past and couldn't help but smile so much that his eyes were crooked. He thought to himself that if the emperor planned to arrange a marriage for me again in this life, I would just tell them directly that I love His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and see how they would react.

Sui Yan felt happier the more he thought about it. He almost skipped to the front hall of the inner courtyard. Before he even entered the door, Li Zhao came up to him with a bitter face and whispered, "Young Master, you are finally back. Young Master Song has been waiting for you for a long time."

Sui Yan's face suddenly darkened.

He turned around and was about to leave: "Just say I'm not here and let him go."

Li Zhao: "Hey, Master..."

Before Sui Yan took two steps, a young man in black shirt came out from the front hall. Song Xian looked at him with a sly smile on his face and said loudly: "Young Marquis, you and I were classmates. Even if you choose another master, you don't have to be so ruthless and refuse to even see me, right?"

Sui Yan took a deep breath and said, "I have nothing to say to you."

As he was about to leave, Song Xian was completely irritated by his attitude. He walked over quickly, grabbed his hand, and forcibly pulled him back, saying angrily, "Sui Wanggui! What did the Third Prince do to you that you have to make such a fuss? It's just that he didn't tell you about the incident at the banquet. Are you still a child? You have to put on such a big fuss over such a trivial matter?!"

Sui Yan's wrist was pinched so hard by him that it hurt, and he couldn't get free no matter how hard he struggled.

Song Xian: "Speak!"

Sui Yan turned around, looked at him coldly, and said, "Small matter? Then would it be considered a big deal if I was poisoned to death by you guys?"

Song Xian looked at him in disbelief: "What are you talking about? How could we harm you?"

In fact, what Song Xian said was correct. This was just a trivial matter. If Sui Yan did not have the memory of his previous life, he might have just brushed the matter aside and continued to be his little fool, doing his best to support Duan Zhisu.

But he is not.

All the hardships that Sui Yan had endured in his previous life were caused by this tiny thing that couldn't be any smaller. He was already considered mentally strong because he didn't collapse immediately at that time. It was no longer possible for him to pretend that nothing had happened and continue to hang out with Duan Zhisu and Song Xian.

Song Xian held Sui Yan's thin hand, and only then realized how terribly thin he had become, and immediately let go of his hand reluctantly.

Song Xian was a man of rough temper who said whatever he wanted to say. He did everything according to his heart and loved to act on impulse. His anger came and went quickly. Seeing Sui Yan unable to stand steadily, he was stunned for a moment before saying awkwardly: "I... I didn't mean it. I was just mad and forgot to return..."

Sui Yan sneered.

Song Xian took a deep breath and tried to sober himself up: "I heard that the Third Prince came to Sui'an Marquis's Mansion despite the snow and wind last night, and did not return until midnight. He was a little dazed and had a high fever this morning..."

Sui Yan rubbed his eyebrows and thought, why bother?

Seeing that Sui Yan was still angry, Song Xian said, "Wang Gui, I didn't want to get angry with you. I just heard that you went out with the prince, so I got angry for a while..."

Sui Yan was almost laughing out of anger: "So what you mean is that it's wrong for me to go out with the prince? What's wrong with me and the prince being together? Or is it that I, Sui Wanggui, have the mark of your third prince's lineage? Why do you care about me for such a small matter?"

Song Xian patiently said a few nice words, but was directly rebuked by Sui Yan. He was not good at coaxing people, and frowned when he heard it: "I didn't say that, don't misinterpret my meaning."

Sui Yan said, "That's what you meant. How did I misinterpret it? Just now you had the nerve to call me a child. Song Chonghui, ask yourself, who is more like a child?!"

Song Xian said: "Don't yell at me! I'm talking to you seriously!"

Sui Yan's voice was louder than his: "You are the one yelling at me! Ahem..."

He was so angry that he covered his chest and started coughing. Song Xian was about to retort, but when he saw that he looked so sick, he felt a little reluctant and had to shut up reluctantly.

Sui Yan coughed for a long time, almost crying. He stared at him reluctantly and said with a weak breath, "Who is yelling at who? Don't you know what's going on?"

Song Xian: "Do you still want to quarrel?!"

Sui Yan was about to speak when he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. He was stunned for a moment, then blinked gently. The tears that he had just coughed out slid down his pale face as he blinked.

Song Xian: “…”

Sui Yan frowned slightly, and his arrogant and domineering look was completely restrained. Even his voice became much softer. He covered his chest with his hands, and tears fell down: "If you have something to say, can't you just tell me in a nice way? Why are you yelling at me like that?"

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't I been nice enough to you? You were the one who started the trouble. I thought you knew more than me. I told the Third Prince that he still didn't believe me and has been protecting you. I don't know why you have bewitched him..."

Sui Yan cried even harder: "It's really not my fault, please don't be mean to me anymore, my heart hurts so much..."

Song Xian's arrogance had already faded quickly. He was stunned for a moment, confused by Sui Yan's sudden change of expression. He tentatively stepped forward to help him: "Ah? Your chest hurts, I...I'll help you..."

Sui Yan was still crying.

Song Xian was about to go forward to help him when a very cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Don't bother Mr. Song."

Song Xian froze and turned around in surprise.

Sui Xun came back at some point, wearing a black hunting suit and a long cloak draped over his shoulders, looking heroic and majestic.

The young masters in the capital were fearless and made trouble all day long, but they were very afraid of General Sui Xun, who had been on the battlefield many times at a young age. Everyone ran away as fast as they could when they saw him, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Song Xian was no exception and was afraid of him. Normally, when Sui Xun was at home, he didn't dare to come and play with Sui Yan.

At this time, the old general who could cure a crying baby had an extremely ugly expression on his face, staring at him coldly and fiercely.

Song Xian: “…”

Sui Yan seemed to have found a harbor. He sobbed and quickly rushed over. He hugged Sui Xun's waist and sobbed, "Brother, brother, you are finally back."

Song Xian said hesitantly: "Sui, General Sui..."

Sui Xun said coldly: "I don't know how my brother has offended the young master. Wang Gui is weak, you can talk to me."

When Song Xianguan saw his murderous look, his legs went limp. He dared not say anything to him and was unable to utter a single word for a while.

Sui Yan hugged Sui Xun's waist and sobbed softly, "Brother, brother, don't blame Chong Hui, it's, it's Wang Gui's fault..."

As he spoke, his body shook even more violently, as if he was being forced to admit his mistakes.

Sui Xun's eyes became even more terrifying.

Song Xian: “…”

Author has something to say: Song Xian: mmp!! Sui Wanggui! Did you hear that? mmp!!!