Chapter 4 So Sweet

"Sui Yan, the case is closed."

Sui Yan opened his eyes languidly and asked, "How was it handled?"

Song Xian frowned, "The Crown Prince is dead. These days, the Second Prince and the Fifth Prince, together with all the civil and military officials in the court, have submitted memorials to the Emperor asking him to impose heavy punishment. The Third Prince has been sentenced..."

"... Canglin Temple."

Sui Yan suddenly let out a sigh of relief, even his breathing was trembling.

"Canglin Temple... Canglin..." Sui Yan murmured, "Although Yongcheng is poor, it is also a good place to go. At least I can still survive."

Song Xian was naturally irritable, and upon hearing this he said impatiently: "How can Yongcheng be a good place? Canglin Temple is right next to a vast sea of ​​yellow sand, where can a person stay? Your Highness is used to a comfortable place, and he will definitely not be able to adapt to that place. If something happens..."

Sui Yan continued: "Then is it good to stay in the capital?"

Song Xian was stunned.

"This time, the Emperor has murderous intentions towards His Highness. If it weren't for..." Sui Yan took a deep breath and stopped talking, "No matter how much he suffers in Yongcheng, at least he is still alive. If he stays in the capital and displeases the Emperor again one day, he might even lose his life."

Sui Yan rubbed his brows, looked at Song Xian who looked bewildered, and said helplessly: "Do you understand that murdering the crown prince is no small matter? It is a favor from the emperor that he can save his life."

Song Xian has been a heartless person since he was young. He often speaks and acts without thinking. Hearing Sui Yan's serious words, he panicked: "Then, what should I do?"

Sui Yan said: "This is the only way, there is no other way."

Song Xian shook his head repeatedly: "No, no! What kind of hell is he going to do alone? His Highness has offended many people over the years. I don't know how those who curry favor with the powerful will bully him. No..."

He said several things in a row and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to Yongcheng with His Highness?"

Sui Yan was stunned and shook his head. If he followed Duan Zhisu to Yongcheng in his current state, he might die halfway.

Song Xian stared at him in disbelief: "You knew that he might die on this trip to Yongcheng, aren't you worried?"

Sui Yan said nothing.

Song Xian glared at him for a long time, but Sui Yan was too hard-hearted to pay any attention to him.

Song Xian said: "Sui Yan, you..."

A drop of water fell, dripping into the pool, making a slight sound.

Song Xian's helpless and disappointed voice came from afar: "...Do you still have the heart?"

A cool handkerchief was pressed against his forehead. Sui Yan felt extremely comfortable and wanted to raise his head to rub it dazedly.

As if they had noticed that he had become conscious, the people around him left in a hurry, and soon returned, bringing with them a strong medicinal aroma along with a breeze.

Even though Sui Yan was sleeping, his brows were wrinkled.

I heard someone say in a daze: "It's not good to have him burnt like this. Give him the medicine and don't let him vomit."

Then, someone pinched his chin and forced a bowl of dizzyingly bitter medicine into his mouth.

Sui Yan originally still had the strength to wake up, but after taking the medicine, he was almost dying and almost passed out.

Sui Yan probably even saw the road to the underworld and almost suffocated. He struggled for a long time before he opened his eyes in a daze.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Haitang beside him burst into tears. Those who didn't know would have thought that Sui Yan had passed away.

Sui Yan couldn't ask "Who was the idiot who gave me the medicine?" anymore. He said weakly, "Why are you crying? Young Master, I'm not dead yet."

Haitang immediately pouted three times and said, "Young Master, please don't say such unlucky things. Namo Amitabha, children should speak without restraint! Pah, pah, pah!"

Sui Yan was immediately amused by him.

Haitang's eyes were filled with tears. "Young Master fell into a snowdrift and has been in a coma for two days and one night. Doctor Yu came back several times and said that he was almost beyond saving. Fortunately, Doctor Meng Yu performed a miraculous surgery and gave you several injections, which brought you back from the brink of death."

Sui Yan nodded perfunctorily, thinking: "This Meng is meddling in other people's business. I must find an opportunity to beat him up."

Maybe it was because Doctor Meng Yu really had miraculous healing skills, Sui Yan felt much better after waking up, and his high fever quickly subsided, but he still couldn't drink the medicine.

Li Zhao and Haitang were extremely worried. As soon as Sui Yan was fed the medicine, he vomited violently. Even if he was in good health, he would get sick. After much thought, they had no choice but to ask the kitchen to prepare some sweet soup and medicinal food for him.

Sui Yan loves sweet things. He can drink several cups of sugar water melted into honey juice without changing his expression. When he was young, he always refused to take medicine when he was sick, and Li Zhao used this method to coax him.

The medicinal food was quickly prepared. Sui Yan glanced at the sweet porridge in the small cup, was silent for a moment, and said, "Do you still think I'm a child?"

Li Zhao stirred the sweet porridge with a spoon and coaxed, "No, no, Master, try it. It's very sweet."

Sui Yan tried to hold back, but finally managed to hold it back. He took it with a frown, tried a bite, and was almost driven crazy by the feeling of sweetness mixed with bitterness, and bitterness mixed with sugar.

Sui Yan loves sweet food too much. When he was a child, he would pick up and eat even if a candy fell from cakes, and he would not listen to others no matter what they said. However, he hates taking medicine too much, and when he suddenly drank this strange-tasting thing that was both sweet and bitter, he didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out.

Li Zhao encouraged him: "Swallow it, hey, swallow it."

Sui Yan was almost irritated by the tone of his coaxing voice, and finally swallowed it with difficulty after a long while.

Li Zhao saw that he really drank it, and almost burst into tears.

No matter how thick-skinned Sui Yan was, he still felt a little embarrassed to be treated like a child, so he didn't behave himself and drank the medicinal food mouthful by mouthful.

After finishing a bowl, Sui Yan felt much better, not knowing whether it was because of the sweets or the effect of the medicine.

Haitang came running in with a food box in her hand: "Young Master, this is the sweet steamed bun fresh from the Wanfeng Tower. I just bought it to relieve your bitterness."

Sui Yan was a little dazed for a moment.

When Duan Zhisu had not been convicted, he lived a life of luxury, eating and waiting for death. Every day he would ask people in his mansion to buy sweets from various places in the capital. At that time, the whole capital knew that the Sui family had a dissolute young master who loved to eat sweets.

But ever since Duan Zhisu went to Canglin Temple, he never asked anyone to buy it again.

If it weren't for Haitang, he would have almost forgotten that he had ever been so absurd and unrestrained.

Sui Yan took the food box from Hai Tang's hand, opened it gently, and found that the steamed buns inside were already cold.

Yes, it takes half an hour to go from Wanfeng Tower to the General's Mansion and back. It's so cold outside, so it's normal to cool down so quickly.

Sui Yan sighed, gently touched the bunny-shaped steamed bun, and said, "It's cold, take it away."

Haitang nodded hesitantly.

Sui Yan said, "I'm not offending you. The desserts at Wanfeng Tower are more delicious if you eat them right there. I'll go there by myself another day."

Haitang immediately ran away happily.

Perhaps it was the steamed buns from Wanfeng Tower that saved Sui Yan from boredom. He drank the medicine gradually over several days, and by the day of the Little New Year, his body had almost recovered.

It snowed lightly on the twenty-third day of the lunar year. Doctor Meng Yu, wearing a shawl, was ordered to come and take the young marquis's pulse. Before he even left Cheng'an Gate, he met Duan Mingchong, who was holding a bamboo umbrella.

Doctor Meng Yu hurried forward and saluted.

Duan Mingchong waved his hands and said, "Doctor Meng Yu is going to the general's mansion to take the young marquis' pulse?"

Doctor Meng Yu said, "Yes."

Duan Mingchong smiled and said, "That's great. I also want to go see the young marquis. Let's go together."

Duan Mingchong was not arrogant among the civil and military officials in the Manchu dynasty. Everyone was Mu Ruqingfeng. Doctor Meng Yu did not feel restrained and followed him and casually talked about Sui Yan's condition. Soon they arrived at the general's mansion.

When the Crown Prince arrived, Li Zhao hurried out to greet him, with a guilty look on his face.

"Your Highness, welcome."

Duan Mingchong closed his umbrella and said, "I came to see the young marquis. How is his condition?"

Li Zhao looked a little embarrassed: "This..."

Duan Mingchong was very understanding and said helplessly, "Can't you drink the medicine again?"

Li Zhao lowered his head and whispered, "Your Highness, please forgive me. You came at an unfortunate time. My young master...is not at home today."

Duan Mingchong frowned: "He's not well yet, why would he go out of the house? You guys can't stop him?"

Who can stop him? Li Zhao complained, "The young marquis has always been arrogant, and now there is no one in the mansion who can control him. Just now, when I didn't keep an eye on him, he... just..."

Doctor Meng Yu said, "Your Majesty is in poor health. It is inappropriate for you to go out in such cold weather while you are sick."

Li Zhao said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I have sent someone to look for it."

Duan Mingchong suddenly asked: "Where did he go?"

Li Zhao began to hesitate again: "This...this, this..."

Duan Mingchong said: "Just say it directly, don't hesitate."

Li Zhao said hesitantly: "Maybe... Wan, Wanhualou..."

Duan Ming Chong had grown up in the East Palace, reading books of sages. He knew nothing about the romantic places in the capital. Upon hearing this, he asked in confusion, "What is that place?"

Li Zhao's old face was about to turn red.

Doctor Meng Yu, who was standing by, smiled and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, Wanhualou... is a brothel, a place for people to have fun."

Duan Mingchong's expression finally changed, and he said in disbelief: "How old is he? How could he go to such a place?"

Li Zhao realized that he had misunderstood and tried to explain, but Duan Mingchong did not listen to him. He pointed to a few of his family members and said, "You all follow me."

The general was bewildered, but he had to obey the prince's order and hurriedly followed.

Li Zhao was startled and asked hurriedly, "Your Highness! What are you going to do?"

Duan Mingchong said coldly: "Go and invite the young marquis back."

Li Zhao: “…”

Duan Mingchong was very decisive and acted decisively. He went to invite guests as soon as he said he would. He led a group of family soldiers towards Wanfeng Tower in a grand manner. It did not seem like he was inviting guests, but rather like he was catching a fugitive.

At the same time, the young marquis was going through all the difficulties in Wanhualou, and finally bought all the sweet steamed buns of which Wanhualou only made twenty pots a day. He was sweating in the cold weather.

At this moment, under the incredulous gazes of the prostitutes, he sat in the middle of the lobby, his posture elegant...

——Fiddling the ears on the rabbit-shaped steamed bun.

Although Wanhualou is a dusty place, the cakes it makes are top-notch. The steamed buns made every day are made in the shapes of different animals, which are lifelike and very cute.

The table was piled with food boxes emitting white smoke. Sui Yan sat among them like an immortal making elixir, his eyes flickering as he fiddled with his soft rabbit ears.

"So soft." Sui Yan thought to himself, and took a bite of the pig-shaped steamed bun beside him. He tasted the honey inside and felt the sweetness melt his whole body.

“So sweet.”

For the first time since his rebirth, Sui Yan suddenly felt that being alive was not bad.