Chapter 82 Looking for

Sui Yan walked on the snow for a while, looked back and didn't see Duan Ruwang, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before Sui Yan got on the carriage, he exchanged a glance with Wu Shi, thinking that someone would catch up with him soon, so he was not in a hurry and just found a tree to lean against.

It's probably not a good time to go out today. As Sui Yan approached the tree, it began to shake, and the snow on the branches fell down, landing directly on his head.

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan almost jumped up and pushed the snow out of his neck, but the snow melted quickly when it touched his neck. The icy water kept drilling into his back, and soon his lips were frozen purple.

Sui Yan finally managed to push out the remaining snow, but the blood on his palms got all over his clothes and neck, which was shocking to see.

He squatted down, frowned, and wiped the blood off his hands bit by bit with snow. After thinking for a while, he thought that waiting was too boring, so he simply built a snowman on the ground.

But before the snowman was finished, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance.

Sui Yan had no choice but to stand up. When he turned around, his face immediately turned green.

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian came over from a distance on horseback with their companions, carrying bows on their backs, and it seemed that they were out hunting.

Sui Yan suddenly wanted to throw himself into the snow and pretend to be dead.

Before he could do anything, he heard Song Xian's voice not far away, "Your Highness, that person...did he forget to return?"

Sui Yan didn't care much about Zhi Su and Song Xian, so he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The sound of horse hooves followed, getting closer and closer, and finally Duan Zhisu and Song Xian rode their horses to his side, blocking Sui Yan's way.

Sui Yan smiled but didn't really smile, he just bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Highness."

He was standing in the snow in a thin shirt, his little face was frozen pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and he looked extremely weak and pitiful.

Duan Zhisu dismounted with a cold face, took off his cloak and put it on Sui Yan, and said coldly: "It's so cold, what are you doing alone in the hunting grounds? Why are your clothes... covered in blood?"

Sui Yan was shivering with cold, and when he saw Duan Zhisu trying to put a coat on him, he instinctively wanted to refuse. But when the cloak fell on his shoulders to block the howling cold wind, he immediately changed his mind and hurriedly grabbed the windproof clothes and refused to let go.

"It's nothing, just a minor scratch, it's nothing serious."

Song Xian also got off his horse and said to Sui Yan in amazement: "General Sui Xun often came to the hunting grounds a few days ago. How come you are here today? You are really a rare guest."

Sui Yan smiled at him with his eyes bent, and said, "Come here."

Song Xian stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"

Sui Yan grabbed his collar and ripped it open, then stuffed the snowball in his hand directly into Song Xian's clothes.

Song Xian let out a loud "Ah!" and jumped on the spot due to the cold.

Sui Yan laughed in a confused manner.

Song Xian pulled the snowball out by the collar and roared, "Sui Wanggui! I think you want to die!"

Sui Yan said, "You deserve it. If you speak in such a weird way next time, I will bury you in the snow."

Song Xian: "Year, forget, return!"

Song Xian finally got the snow out of his clothes and tried to catch him angrily.

Sui Yan hurriedly ran behind Duan Zhisu and said, "Stop, don't move. You can't afford to be charged for bumping into His Highness."

Song Xian was almost amused by him.

Duan Zhisu, who was watching from the side, felt a little helpless. He tilted his head to glance at Sui Yan, and then he vaguely noticed that something seemed a little wrong.

"Forgot to return?"

Sui Yan was busy dodging Song Xian's hand. Hearing this, he nonchalantly said, "Why—I told you not to grab me anymore. Do you want to have a snowball fight? How old are you?"

Song Xian was so angry at him that he almost went to heaven.

Duan Zhisu suddenly said, "Chonghui, stop it."

Just as Song Xian was about to speak, he saw Duan Zhisu grab Sui Yan's shoulders and whispered, "Stop making trouble, you are sick."

Sui Yan looked at him doubtfully and said, "I don't have one."

With a cold face, she placed her hand on his forehead and said, "Your body is so hot, your face is red, and you still say you don't have any?"

Song Xian suppressed his anger upon hearing this and came over. He leaned close to Sui Yan's face and frowned, "Really? Why on earth did you show up in this desolate place today without a coat? Where are the people following you? Where did they all go?"

Sui Yan touched his forehead in confusion: "Really? It should be the wind, nothing serious."

She put her arm around his shoulders and led him forward: "I'll take you home. You're really..."

Duan Zhisu didn't know what to say and could only look at him with disappointment.

Sui Yan didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore, so he quickly refused: "No need, someone will come to pick me up later, don't bother Your Highness, you guys can continue hunting."

He was about to struggle to break free from the stubborn hand, but he felt the hand holding his shoulder suddenly exert force.

Duan Zhisu looked at him coldly and said, "Do you want me to watch you freeze here?"

Sui Yan was choked: "Uh...but they will be here soon..."

Duan Zhisu decided not to let him wait here alone. Just as he was thinking about whether to carry him onto the horse, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.

The three turned around and saw Duan Mingchong riding a white horse towards them with an expressionless face.

Duan Mingchong, dressed in black, was extremely conspicuous in the ice and snow, and he was close in almost an instant.

He got off the horse with a stern face, and his pupils shrank sharply when he saw Duan Zhisu's hand on Sui Yan's shoulder.

Song Xian bowed hurriedly.

Duan Zhisu frowned and was about to speak when he saw Duan Ming Chongping stretching out his hand and saying to Sui Yan, "A Yan, come here."

Sui Yan finally came back to his senses. He shook off Duan Su's hand and whispered, "I told you someone is coming to pick me up."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, which was grabbed tightly by Duan Mingchong. Before he could walk away, Duan Mingchong exerted force on him suddenly, causing him to stumble and fall into his arms.

After Sui Yan was taken away by Sui Xun, Duan Mingchong immediately followed. After seeing Sui Xun's reaction, he probably guessed something, so he immediately wanted to catch up with him and explain something.

However, there were too many people in Tianshui Lane, and he could not catch up for a while, so he had to take people to the gate of the Marquis' Mansion and wait.

He waited for a long time, but Sui Yan did not come. Instead, he waited for the person sent by Duan Ruwang to inform him.

After knowing that Sui Yan was taken away by Duan Ruwang and abandoned in a deserted hunting ground, Duan Mingchong was in a strange calm. He asked where Sui Yan was, and after getting the approximate location, he brought people over without stopping.

It was not until he saw Sui Yan being held half-circled in his arms that the false calm that was being pulled by an invisible string was completely shattered.

Just like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, it instantly creates ripples.

When Duan Mingchong finally held Sui Yan in his arms, he seemed to finally feel at ease, but the fear that followed after the calmness suddenly came back to him.

He tried hard to control the fear and panic in his heart, and wanted to grab something with his hands, but because he was holding Sui Yan, he dared not use any strength and could only endure it.

Sui Yan was gently held in Duan Mingchong's arms, and was extremely happy for a moment.

He pressed closely against Duan Mingchong's body, and only then did he realize that Duan Mingchong's body was tense and his heart was beating very fast, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Sui Yan raised his head in confusion: "Your Highness?"

Duan Zhisu then said, "Your Highness, what a coincidence that you are here at the hunting grounds?"

Duan Mingchong took a deep breath and said reluctantly, "Unfortunately, not as lucky as you."

He no longer had his usual gentle demeanor, his jaw was clenched tightly, and he looked oddly cold.

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian had never seen Duan Mingchong behave so abnormally. They looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

Duan Mingchong was in no mood to play along with them. He looked at Sui Yan, who was sitting quietly in his arms, and when he caught a glimpse of the clothes on his shoulders, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Sui Yan: "Your Highness, how did you know I was here?"

Duan Mingchong did not answer. He sternly tore off Sui Yan's clothes, handed them to Duan Zhisuan, and said, "Thank you, Third Brother."

Duan Zhisu was stunned, and Song Xian hurried forward to take the cloak.

Both of them were puzzled as to why the prince wanted to thank them for putting a piece of clothing on Sui Yan.

Sui Yan's windproof clothes were suddenly pulled off, but before he felt cold, Duan Mingchong opened his wide cloak and hugged him whole, protecting him as he walked to the horse.

Sui Yan was about to speak when Duan Mingchong suddenly hugged his waist, exerted force, and lifted him up onto the horse's back.

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan was startled and hurriedly held on to the saddle.

Duan Mingchong nodded expressionlessly to Duan Zhisu, then he mounted his horse and sat behind Sui Yan, wrapping Sui Yan tightly with his cloak, and said coldly, "Third brother, Mingchong will take his leave first."

Having said this, without waiting for Duan Zhisu to reply, he pinched the horse's belly and rode away.

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian stood there, looking at each other.

After a while, Song Xian shuddered and said, "Why do these two people seem so strange to me? Your Highness, what do you think?"

Duan Zhisu seemed to have noticed it, and he frowned as he scolded, "Don't talk nonsense."

Song Xian fell silent immediately.

The "weird" duo rode their horses in the snow, creating a strange atmosphere.

Sui Yan leaned in front of Duan Mingchong, raised his head slightly and looked at Duan Mingchong through the gap in his cloak, and found that Duan Mingchong still had that cold expression and seemed to have no intention of paying attention to him.

But his concern for Sui Yan just now was genuine, and Sui Yan was a little unsure what was wrong with him.

But if he thought about it carefully, Duan Mingchong was probably angry because he followed that madman Duan Ruwang without saying anything.

Sui Yan pondered for a long time before asking in a low voice, "How did your Highness know I was here?"

Duan Mingchong held the reins tightly, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty: "I saw Duan Ruwang's people."

Sui Yan said "Oh" and thought that Duan Ruwang was not that crazy. He had some conscience.

Sui Yan was afraid that Duan Mingchong would think too much, so he quickly explained: "He just wanted to talk to me casually. I saw that the snow scenery outside was beautiful, so I came down to enjoy the snow. It's really nothing serious. Your Highness, don't worry."

Duan Mingchong had a cold face and said nothing.

Sui Yan thought to himself: "Wow, he's really angry."

Normally, no matter how Sui Yan annoyed him, Duan Mingchong would never get angry. But this time, he did nothing - that's what he thought - but Duan Mingchong was so angry that he didn't even talk to him.

What should I do? Sui Yan thought hard, but his mind was full of bad ideas or evil ones. He thought over and over for a long time but still had no idea how to comfort people.

Sui Yan had never been treated so coldly by Duan Mingchong before. He was not used to it and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He thought for a long time before carefully pulling Duan Mingchong's collar: "Your Highness."

Duan Mingchong lowered his eyelashes and looked down at him.

Sui Yan gently grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his forehead, hesitatingly saying, "You...feel it, am I sick?"

Duan Mingchong: “…”

"If I get sick, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in bed for half a month."

Sui Yan continued to speak vigorously, and showed him his palm which was already a little scabby: "My hand is also broken, and it bleeds a lot."

The author has something to say: Song Xian [bows his fist]: When it comes to double standards, you are still the most double-standard old dog.