Chapter 99 Venting

The driver said in embarrassment: "Your Highness, this..."

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: "Song Xian is a minister in the court after all..."

Sui Yan looked at him expressionlessly.

Duan Mingchong changed his words and said, "Do as the Marquis says."

Driver: “…”

The coachman was speechless and didn't know what to say for a long time. He didn't dare to run over the car directly, so he could only ask the servants who followed him to let Song Xian make way.

The carriage stopped for a while, and no one knew what happened outside, but it soon started moving again.

Duan Mingchong looked at Sui Yan's slightly gloomy face and asked tentatively, "Why did he make you angry?"

Sui Yan raised his head, glanced at him, and said faintly: "He didn't make me angry, it was you who made me angry before. I couldn't swallow this breath, but I couldn't bear to vent it on His Highness. If Song Xian happened to bump into me, wouldn't I vent it on him?"

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong hesitated and said, "Have you calmed down now?"

Sui Yan said nonsense: "I didn't run over it, so I'm not angry."

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong was worried that he would run over him, so he smiled and opened his arms to him, saying softly, "Do you want to continue sleeping?"

Sui Yan glanced at him, then leaned quietly into his arms, and fell asleep again in his arms.

After a while, the carriage suddenly stopped at the Marquis's Mansion. Sui Yan was still sleeping soundly. He struggled for a few times but did not get up.

Seeing that he was too tired, Duan Mingchong simply wrapped him in his cloak and carried him out of the carriage.

Li Zhao was waiting outside to greet them. When he saw the two men's posture, he was so scared that he almost fell off the stairs.

"Your Highness, my young master... this..."

Duan Mingchong remained calm and said, "He is tired. I will take him back to his room."

Li Zhao was busy leading the way in front.

The three of them walked towards the side courtyard, but before they passed the corridor, they ran into Sui Xun who was wearing court clothes and preparing to go to court.

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Sui Yan did not return home last night, and was only informed by the servants of the East Palace in the middle of the night that he was with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Sui Xun had a gloomy face the whole night, which scared Hai Tang a lot. He originally planned to send someone to look for Sui Yan after the court session, but he didn't expect to see his own brother before he even left the house - being carried back by the prince.

Sui Xun's face immediately turned gloomy.

Duan Mingchong had taken advantage of someone else's younger brother, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment towards his elder brother. He held Sui Yan's hand very steadily, and nodded slightly to Sui Xun: "General Sui."

Sui Xun couldn't even force himself to be warm, he said with difficulty: "Forget him..."

Duan Mingchong's face would turn red immediately at Sui Yan's casual teasing, but he would not panic at all in front of others, and his calmness was admirable.

"It was the Lantern Festival last night. A-Yan wanted to light lanterns, so I took him to the hot spring villa in the southwest of the city to stay overnight. General Sui doesn't have to worry."

Sui Xun forced himself to hold back, and glanced at Sui Yan, who was leaning on Duan Mingchong's chest with a pale face, thinking that he had not recovered from his illness. After thinking for a while, he did not directly explode. He forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, please send Wang Gui back."

Duan Mingchong said calmly: "General, it is a bit strange to say that. Gu and Wanggui have long since made no distinction between you and me, so why would you bother me?"

After hearing this, Sui Xun's face turned green.

Li Zhao was watching from the sidelines with fear, fearing that Sui Xun would draw his sword and chop Duan Mingchong to death.

Duan Mingchong finished speaking lightly, nodded politely, and then walked steadily towards the side courtyard holding Sui Yan.

Sui Yan didn't know that Duan Mingchong and his brother had fought without bloodshed, and he was still sleeping soundly.

Not long after, he vaguely felt that someone seemed to put him on a soft bed, and then a faint touch gently fell on his forehead, and it disappeared as soon as it was touched.

Sui Yan's mind was like a pool of muddy water. He must have vaguely realized that Duan Mingchong was leaving. He tried desperately to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't wake up no matter what. He could only let out a whimper from his throat, as if he wanted to keep Duan Mingchong.

Duan Mingchong sighed softly, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips again, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I will come over in the afternoon."

Sui Yan frowned. He felt that he had used up all his strength, but his fingers still couldn't lift at all.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the sounds in his ears gradually faded away. Sui Yan struggled for a long time before he managed to open his eyes.

"Your Highness?"

His mind was still a little fuzzy, and he tried to sit up with his arms to look for Duan Mingchong. But before he could sit still, pain suddenly rose up from his waist, and he almost fell back again.

Haitang was preparing breakfast in the outer room. When she heard the noise, she ran in: "Master, are you awake?"

Sui Yan half-propped up his elbows, a few drops of cold sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, and he looked very uncomfortable.

He frowned and raised his eyes impatiently: "When did His Royal Highness leave?"

Haitang said hesitantly, "We've been walking for an hour, and it's already dawn outside."

Sui Yan finally reacted. He looked at the dazzling light coming from the window and lay back on the couch.

Haitang saw that his young master was obviously unhappy, so he ran forward cautiously to share his master's worries: "Young Master..."

But before he could finish his words, Sui Yan said in a muffled voice: "Don't talk to me. Talk to me when the prince comes."

Haitang had no choice but to shut up and whispered, "What about breakfast?"

Sui Yan was upset that he couldn't see Duan Mingchong: "If you don't want to eat it, take it out."

Haitang thought about it, and then said carefully, "There is sweet porridge. Hasn't the young master been thinking about it for a long time?"

Sui Yan directly covered his head with the quilt: "Don't eat, don't eat. If you eat, I will call you. Go down."

Haitang was afraid that Sui Yan would really get angry, so she ran away like a rabbit.

Although he already knew that Duan Mingchong would go to court, when the time really came, Shun Yan, who was feeling unwell, felt even more upset and wanted to catch Duan Mingchong and give him a beating to vent his anger.

He was sulking in his quilt when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the outer room.

Sui Yan was startled.

The window frame seemed to be opened from the outside, and then a person easily climbed over the window and landed on the ground, walking towards the inner room quietly and stealthily.

Sui Yan's room was divided into an inner room and an outer room. Through the beaded curtain, one could see the wide bed covered by a bed curtain.

The man walked towards the bed curtain quietly, with a very alert attitude.

Through the bed curtain, one could see a bulge in the quilt. The man quickly rushed through the bed curtain and quickly pulled open the quilt.

Inside are two piled-up pillows.

The man was stunned, and before he could react, a large cloak suddenly fell from the sky and covered his face.

Sui Yan flashed out from behind the curtain behind the bed and kicked the man to the ground with one kick - although his face was twisted for a moment because of pain during the action, it did not affect his kick and made the man fly.

The man's head was covered and he was kicked directly onto the footstool beside the bed. Perhaps the corner of the footstool caught his waist, causing him to scream unexpectedly.

Sui Yan didn't even stop, he just stepped on him and beat him up with an expressionless face.

Wu Shi fell from the beam, looked at the furious Sui Yan with some embarrassment, and whispered: "Master, this is..."

Sui Yan didn't even turn his head: "It's none of your business, go away."

Wu Shi was choked for a moment, then he looked at the person on the ground with some sympathy, turned around and left.

The man was beaten so hard that he kept screaming. He struggled for a long time before his cape flew off his head. He said angrily, "Sui Wanggui! That's enough, it's me! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

Song Xian's nose and face were swollen, and he tried desperately to grab Sui Yan's hand which never stopped.

Sui Yan was still not satisfied, so he kicked him again before stopping.

"You sneaked into my room, and I thought you were an assassin, so I hit you. If I had a knife, you would have been lying on the ground and met the Buddha."

Song Xian was already feeling guilty for climbing in through the window, and even if he was beaten half to death, he couldn't make any excuses for a while, so he could only glare at him fiercely: "It's because the gatekeeper of your house blocked me from coming in. Is it easy for me to climb over the wall and climb through the window?"

In fact, when Song Xian came in, Sui Yan knew it was him. The Marquis' Mansion was heavily guarded, and only people familiar to Sui Yan could avoid being stopped by the secret guards. But Shun Yan was feeling uncomfortable, and Song Xian climbed through the window to find him without permission, so he just vented all his anger on him.

Sui Yan beat him up and felt relieved, but his waist, which was almost broken, began to ache again.

He sat down on the bed with his hands on the bed, his calves feeling a little weak.

Song Xian wanted to hit him back, but when he saw Sui Yan's miserable appearance as if he was being abused, and remembered that he was seriously ill and almost couldn't be saved a few days ago, he couldn't bear to do it. He had to climb up reluctantly and sat on the bed.

Sui Yan frowned and kicked him, saying, "Don't sit here. I'm annoyed just looking at you."

Song Xian rolled his eyes: "Do you think I am willing to see you? If I didn't have something important to talk to you about, I wouldn't come here to get beaten up."

Sui Yan was about to kick him, but Song Xian grabbed his ankle and said angrily, "Listen to me carefully."

Sui Yan cried out in pain and cursed, "Let go of your claws!"

Seeing his pale face, Song Xian quickly loosened his hand. He tilted his head to take a look and found that there were blue finger marks on Sui Yan's uncovered calf, and there seemed to be a few red marks in the gap covered by the hem of his clothes.

Song Xian frowned: "Your legs..."

Sui Yan immediately grabbed the quilt to cover his legs and said coldly: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, or I will chase you away!"

Song Xian didn't care about his calf anymore and said seriously, "It seems that something happened to the Third Prince."

Sui Yan bent his calves and hugged his knees, enduring the pain, and said, "What does his accident have to do with me? Why did you come here to talk to me?"

Song Xian said: "If it was because of the court's affairs, I would not come to you, but this matter..."

He glanced at Sui Yan with difficulty, and said in a low voice: "It seems to be related to you."

Sui Yan frowned: "Me?"

Song Xian sat towards Sui Yan and asked mysteriously, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Sui Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly: "Why do you say that?"

Song Xian thought about it and decided to tell Sui Yan about the crazy things he had imagined last night.

"...I sent him back to the prince's palace, but he kept calling your name. Did you cast some kind of spell on him?"

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If I really wanted to kill him, I would just hire a killer to kill him and be done with it. Why would I cast a spell? Do you think I'm as useless as you and can only cast these sinister doses?"

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian had hated Sui Yan's sharp tongue since he was a child, and now he wanted to strangle him to death: "Speak nicely! What happened last night was very strange. He had said before that he would not bother you again, but on the way back he suddenly became very upset, calling your name, calling His Majesty, and even talking about giving you something as a gift."

Sui Yan said, "I told you it's none of my business. I haven't seen him for a long time. Don't blame me for this."

Song Xian said: "Then he might be doing this because of you..."

Sui Yan said impatiently: "Why, why, why is it because of me? It's my fault that he called me by my name? Then if I'm calling out 'Song Chonghui Song Chonghui' and then bump my head against the bedpost and die, does that mean you killed me?"

Song Xian was stunned by his words: "Of course I didn't mean that! I just thought you might know something, so I wanted to ask you."

Sui Yan asked: "So are you trying to demand someone's attitude now?"

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian looked at him in disbelief, and after a long while he swallowed his anger and said, "My Lord, please help me this time, considering that I stayed up all night waiting for you outside the city."

Sui Yan glanced at Song Xian, then turned around and took out the fortune stick holder he had made from the small secret compartment on the bed.

Song Xian: “What is this?”

Sui Yan shook the lot inside and said to Song Xian, "Draw one."

Song Xian didn't understand what was going on. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took one.

He took a quick glance and saw an excellent fortune, with a row of small notes underneath: Don't miss the opportunity.

Song Xian looked confused: "What opportunity?"

Sui Yan shrugged and said, "Who cares what good opportunity it is? You ask me, who should I ask?"

Song Xian: "But isn't this your signature?"

Sui Yan said: "Have you ever seen a senior monk in a temple who can explain the fortune to you clearly? They all have an attitude of being unfathomable and unrevealing. I am the best. Anyway, you just need to tell Duan Zhisu these four words, and let him figure out the rest by himself."

Song Xian put the signature into his sleeve without saying anything more: "Are you really not going to come with me to see the Third Prince?"

In fact, Sui Yan wanted to go very much, because he guessed from Song Xian's few words that Duan Mingchong might have remembered some things from his previous life - with his rebirth first and Geng Xue knowing about it later, Sui Yan would not be shocked even if Duan Zhisu remembered everything overnight.

He really wanted to see what Duan Zhisu's reaction was to make him feel good, but his life was in someone else's hands, so it was impossible for him to leave the house.

"No, someone might want to kill me, I can't leave the house."

Song Xian hesitated to speak, and it seemed that he still wanted to give some advice.

Sui Yan said, "Don't say you won't die if you go out for a long time. If I really go out with you, according to the stories in the plays I read every day, I will definitely die. Don't be so delusional."

Song Xian said angrily: "I haven't said anything yet!"

Sui Yan said bluntly: "But it's written all over your face. Hurry up and leave. Don't bother me here anymore."

Song Xian glared at him, then turned around and limped away.