Chapter 65: Furious

Early the next morning, Duan Mingchong went to the side hall to call Sui Yan. After pushing the door open, he found that Sui Yan had actually gotten up early and was sitting on the couch putting on his shoes.

Duan Ming Chong was surprised and asked, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Sui Yan yawned, put on his shoes, and said with a smile, "Do you have dessert steamed buns for breakfast?"

Duan Mingchong laughed: "Yes."

Sui Yan immediately ran to the side to wash up.

After a while, the two of them had breakfast in the outer room, and breakfast was served one after another.

Sui Yan was about to take it with his hands impatiently, but Duan Mingchong glanced at him indifferently, and then he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

But he only took one bite, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and he covered his mouth as if he was about to vomit.

Duan Mingchong hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Vomit here."

Sui Yan frowned and spit out half of the steamed bun, saying with difficulty: "It's too sweet..."

Duan Mingchong was very surprised. Sui Yan always accepted sweets. This was the first time in all these years that he vomited because something was too sweet.

Sui Yan stuck out his tongue and spit it out, saying, "It's so sweet that it's a little salty."

Duan Mingchong filled half a bowl of the warm sweet soup beside him and said, "Come on, drink some of the sweet soup to wash it down."

Sui Yan took it with a frown, took only one sip, and ran out directly covering his mouth.

Duan Mingchong was startled and hurriedly chased after him: "Ayan!"

Sui Yan spat out the soup in his mouth, causing him to vomit dry gasps. He covered his chest but couldn't vomit anything out.

Duan Mingchong felt so distressed that he patted his back gently.

After a while, Sui Yan stopped feeling uncomfortable and was helped back to the dining table by Duan Mingchong, but he had no appetite at all.

Duan Mingchong only had white porridge for breakfast. Seeing that Sui Yan's face was pale, he took a spoon and fed him a few mouthfuls of porridge. Sui Yan tilted his head, indicating that he couldn't eat anymore.

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: "Is there something wrong with this porridge?"

Sui Yan said in a faint voice, "It's too salty."

Duan Mingchong: "How come? Let me try it."

He was about to take a spoon to taste it, but Sui Yan stopped him and said, "Forget it. It's okay. I probably burned my tongue with the hot water when I was washing up just now. Everything tastes salty now."

Duan Mingchong was still not reassured.

A palace attendant nearby reminded him, "Your Highness, you will be attending court soon."

Sui Yan said: "Your Highness, don't worry about me. I won't go to court today. I can leave the palace by myself after a while."

Duan Mingchong was worried and asked, "Can you do it yourself? Or should we ask the imperial physician to take a look?"

Sui Yan smiled and said, "How can you be so dignified? Your Highness, please go quickly."

Duan Mingchong estimated the time and found that it would be too late if he didn't leave now, so he ordered the palace servants to serve him well and then left in a hurry.

After Duan Mingchong left, Sui Yan, who had been leaning on a chair pretending to be dead, suddenly jumped up with vigor and rushed towards the small kitchen with great momentum.

The palace maid stopped him from behind and said, "My Lord, My Lord!"

Sui Yan quickly ran a few steps to shake them off and said, "Get out of the way, don't block me."

He walked briskly to the small kitchen, slammed the door open, and shouted angrily: "Get out of here!"

Inside the outer room, the cook was leaning back in his chair and humming a little tune leisurely. The tune was like a devilish sound filling his ears, and it almost scared Sui Yan to death.

Sui Yan opened the curtain and rushed in, looking at him coldly: "You did it on purpose!"

The cook glanced at him and said calmly, "Why do you say that, Lord Hou?"

Sui Yan: "What did you put in today's steamed buns and sweet soup? Are you trying to poison me?"

The cook smiled and said, "My Lord, what are you talking about? I am just a lowly person, how could I dare to be so bold? It's just that I got up too early this morning, and I probably mistook salt for sugar and sprinkled a handful of it in."

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan glared at him with gritted teeth.

The chef apologized insincerely: "I'm so sorry, it was just a small oversight."

Sui Yan sneered and said, "Do you really want to stay in the palace forever and never leave?"

The chef said, "There is everything in this palace. I am enjoying delicious food and drinks here. Why should I think about leaving the palace?"

Sui Yan looked at him coldly and said, "I know your name and I also know roughly who you are. Now that we've come to this, do you still want to pretend with me?"

The chef's eyes moved, fearing that Sui Yan had deceived him, and he said nonchalantly: "Then, Lord, please tell me, what is my name?"

Sui Yan looked at him coldly. At this moment, Shan Shan, the late palace maid, happened to catch up with him and kept calling out to the Marquis from behind.

Sui Yan pursed his lips and said after a long while: "Your last name is Mo."

The chef sneered and said, "You are wrong."

Sui Yan did not reply, but turned around and was about to walk out.

But when he walked out of the small kitchen, he seemed to have thought of something and tilted his head slightly. For some reason, a cold and half-smiley look suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, which made the chef feel numb all over.

Sui Yan opened his thin lips and repeated it again.

"Your last name is Mo."

The cook stared at his handsome face for a long time before his expression suddenly changed.

"you……"

Sui Yan smiled at him, but there was no warmth in his smile.

"I've given you a chance. If you don't want it, then just stay here. As long as you're not afraid of death, feel free to tamper with the dessert."

Chef Mo spoke with difficulty: "Little... Marquis, it's my fault..."

Sui Yan sneered in the same tone as before and said, "Wrong."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without staying any longer.

The palace maid had no idea what the current marquis had to say to a cook who was recruited from the common people, and she couldn't understand it for a long time. When she saw Sui Yan leaving, she hurried to greet him.

"My Lord, are you going to leave the palace?"

Sui Yan took the small hand stove and replied absentmindedly, "Go back to the Marquis' Mansion."

The palace maids hurried to prepare the carriage.

Sui Yan was waiting at the gate of the East Palace.

The heavy snow had stopped last night. He stood under the plum tree outside the East Palace wearing a snow-colored fur-edged windbreaker, slightly raising his head to look at the gradually brightening sky, wondering what he was thinking.

I could faintly hear the sound of footsteps on the snow.

Sui Yan thought that a carriage had arrived, so he turned his head to look, and bumped straight into Duan Zhisu's deep black pupils.

Duan Zhisu had been on duty with Song Xian in Jiangnan these days. Perhaps he was returning to the palace to report on his work today, and he had not had time to change into his regular clothes. He was covered in dust and looked hurried.

Sui Yan walked down the stairs and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Third Prince."

Duan Zhisu looked tired and said in a complicated tone, "Get up."

Sui Yan stood up and tucked his cloak inconspicuously.

Duan Zhisu asked: "What are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"

Sui Yan nodded.

Duan Zhisu uttered "hmm".

In the past, it was always Sui Yan who started the conversation, but now, without her noticing, he has stopped talking to her about everything, and she feels sad.

The two were silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Duan Zhisu asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Sui Yan smiled and said, "Much better. Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness."

During the three years, the two had not met many times, and Sui Yan no longer had the deep hatred towards him that he had at the beginning. Sometimes when he recalled the past, he felt that it was just a dream, which made him laugh and cry.

Sui Yan himself was a heartless person. In his previous life, he gave all his true love to Duan Zhisu, but in this life, he didn't give him even half a cent.

To him, Duan Zhisu was probably just like Song Xian, a stranger who was slightly more familiar.

In terms of emotions, Sui Yan believes that he loves Jiang Enhe more than they do.

At this time, the carriage of the East Palace came slowly. The palace servants saw the two people talking and hurriedly bowed and apologized.

Sui Yan asked him to get up, handed him the small hand warmer, and said to Duan Zhisu, "Your Highness, I forgot to go back and take my leave first."

At some point, Duan Zhisu no longer had the qualifications to even keep him for a few words. He lowered his eyes slightly to hide the sadness in his eyes and said, "Well, be careful on your way."

Sui Yan nodded slightly, stepped on the horse stool and got into the carriage.

As the driver slowly moved away from his sight, he seemed to remember something and instinctively wanted to take a few steps forward to chase after him, but he stopped before he could take a step forward.

Sui Yan was calm and found a comfortable spot in the carriage to take a nap.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Sui Yan opened his eyes in a daze.

"Master Hou, we have arrived at the Hou Mansion."

Sui Yan said "Oh", lifted the curtain and jumped down.

Haitang ran out to greet him. Seeing him was like seeing a savior. She cried and said, "Master, you are finally back. Come back to the side yard and take a look!"

Sui Yan was yawning, and after hearing this he asked vaguely, "What happened?"

Haitang hesitated to speak and just told him to go and see.

Sui Yan didn't understand why, so he had to go back to the side courtyard first.

There was a thick layer of snow in the side yard, and several osmanthus tree branches were almost broken. Sui Yan casually pushed away the snow, and it fell down.

He absentmindedly pushed open the closed door of the side courtyard, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

——In the room, Wu Yuan was dressed in black, with a grim face. He leaned against the bookshelf with his arms folded, staring coldly at Jun Jingxing who was sleeping on the table opposite him.

Next to the bookshelf, a knife was unsheathed, the blade was cold and shining with a chilly light.

From the looks of others, it seemed as if Wu Yuan was about to grab the knife and chop Jun Jingxing into two pieces in the next moment.

Jun Jingxing was awakened by the sound of the door being pushed open and almost jumped up.

He looked around sleepily, still mumbling: "I, I, I didn't move. I was sitting, sitting very well... I didn't move at all!"

Wuyuan: “Heh.”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan asked: "You two, what's going on?"

Wu Yuan bowed slightly and said, "Hello, young master."

Sui Yan waved his hand and said, "Why is he here? And sleeping while sitting?"

Wu Yuan lowered his head and said, "The young master said last time that if Master Jun comes back, he must be kept and not allowed to leave even a step."

Sui Yan seemed to understand: "Oh, well done, thank you for your hard work."

Wuyuan's ears turned red, and he said hesitantly, "It's Wuyuan's...duty."

The two were enjoying a deep affection between master and servant. Jun Jingxing, who had not slept well for two consecutive nights, finally woke up completely. When he saw Sui Yan, he almost wanted to rush up and eat him alive.

"Sui Wang Gui Gui!!"

Sui Yan turned his head to look at him, and saw the anger on Jun Jingxing's face. He didn't understand why, and said unhappily: "What's wrong? I haven't settled the score with you yet, why are you still looking like you're going to turn the tables?"

Jun Jingxing was so angry that his ears went numb. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only stare at him resentfully, his hand shaking as he pointed at him.

“You, you, you…”

Sui Yan turned his head and whispered to Wu Yuan: "Is he stupid? Why can't he speak fluently?"

Wuyuan also whispered, "I don't know."

Jun Jingxing: “…”

Jun Jingxing was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He held it in for a long time before angrily cursing, "Where have you been these two days? Why didn't you come back? Do you know that I have been sitting here for two days and two nights?!"

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan's ears were stunned by his sudden roar. He rubbed his ears and looked at him as if he was a fool: "Sitting here for two days and two nights? Are you stupid or crazy?"

Jun Jingxing: “…”

"Sui, Forget, Return!"

Jun Jingxing was extremely sleepy at this time. Even his eyes were dark and his mind was hazy. Even though he had a lot to say, his brain seemed to be unable to keep up.

Sui Yan saw Jun Jingxing's eyes were red with anger, and his conscience finally came to his senses. He coughed and said, "Why are you still sitting there for so long? Are you waiting for me? Oh, even if you are waiting for me, you don't have to wait from dusk to dawn and then wait until dusk again. It's so bad for your health. I never knew you were so worried about me."

Jun Jingxing was so angry that he cursed: "If I care about you anymore, I won't be called Yuejian!"

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan blinked and said, "Your name wasn't Yue Jian originally."

Jun Jingxing immediately held his forehead and cursed painfully: "You've pissed me off! Let me think about what my name is."

Sui Yan: “…”

Wuyuan: "..."