Chapter 48 July Flower I know you want it, so I give it to you...
"Your Highness, Lord Luther is already waiting for you outside the palace."
Ed lowered his head and knocked on the door. The servants following him were all unfamiliar faces. Ye Yanze glanced at them and said nothing more. He just sat there, looking at the garden full of red flowers outside the window.
Ye Yanze turned his back to them and let them do whatever they wanted. It turned out that he was the only one who could do all the work. Sometimes Ye Yanze was busy reading a book in his outer robe and he didn't even raise his hands, so he was so bold as to pick him up.
Ye Yanze rarely did things that were completely unnecessary, but sometimes he would just fold his arms without raising his hands, pretending to be half asleep and twisting his body left and right while burying his head in the pillow.
Only he dared to lift the quilt and reach in to grab him. Tell him what breakfast is today, which flowers are in full bloom outside the garden, so he should sit on the bed and not fall down again.
Ye Yanze was awakened by the feeling of his hair pulling on his scalp. He subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, and met Luther's dark blue eyes. Ye Yanze couldn't tell what he felt at that moment, he just half-lowered his eyelashes and turned his head.
"What are you thinking about?" Luther was not wearing gloves today. He smoothed his hair with his fingers and asked him casually with his head down.
Ye Yanze subconsciously flashed a pair of black eyes in his mind, and he looked out the window in silence. The bright sunlight in the early morning shone into the room through the towering half-floor-to-ceiling window. There were no glazed windows like in the temple, only a layer of light falling around him.
"It's a little crooked." Luther put his braid on his side, smiled and put his hands on his shoulders, leaned close to him and asked with a sigh: "Is it not as satisfying as that servant?"
Ye Yanze touched his braid with his fingers and said, "Your skills are no match for anyone else. Don't humiliate yourself."
Luther was not angry, but smiled and led him out. Today was a welcoming banquet led by the royal court, and all the noble families would be present.
The banquet was at night, but they had to go to the royal court during the day, and Ye Yanze would have to go alone. But Luther had spread the news of the engagement, so Ye Yanze had to take him with him wherever he went.
In the early years, the royal court was extremely luxurious, with palaces, gardens, forests, artificial gardens, and even a meeting hall in the front yard. As the center of power shifted, the royal court only retained the gorgeous appearance to maintain its decency.
Because the royal court's expenses were reduced year by year, only the palace in the front palace was beautiful and magnificent, with clear water in the fountain and shiny tiles. The forest in the back palace was half abandoned and turned into a real forest grassland.
"Which palace did your highness live in as a child?"
Luther held his hand tightly and walked from the front lawn to the temple, seemingly asking casually.
"Living in the same palace as His Majesty?"
Ye Yanze hummed casually. There was nothing wrong with that. How could it not be considered the same palace? It was just that one was the Crown Prince and the other was "that bastard".
"Your Highness has been living here all this time?"
Luther moved closer, blocking some of the sunlight, the sash and tassels on his shoulders swaying slightly, which not only symbolized the recognition of the royal court, but now it could also be regarded as a symbol of superiority over the royal court, a symbol of power.
"Didn't you grow up with me and often come to visit me at the royal court?"
Ye Yanze did not answer directly, but instead told this joke. The person who made up this rumor was right in front of him, and when he said this, Luther smiled knowingly.
True and false is just a matter of a word from the superior.
As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the front hall. From afar, they saw Bella, in a white dress and a red ribbon, greeting them at the door.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, Good day to His Excellency Luther."
Before the two of them could salute, Bella took the lead in greeting them, keeping a very humble attitude. She looked even more beautiful and charming than during the purification ceremony, and her complexion was also very good.
"Sir Luther, if you don't mind, can I take His Highness away to talk for a few words?" She smiled and teased.
Luther put his arms around Ye Yanze's waist, lowered his head to kiss his forehead, then looked at Bella and nodded slightly.
"Of course, I can't let you get upset. I'll go visit His Majesty first, but don't make me wait too long."
Bella moved closer to Ye Yanze, blinked her eyes, looked at Luther's back and whispered, "Which one of you two is serious?"
Ye Yanze chuckled and shook his head: "No one is serious."
Bella looked at Ye Yanze and thought of the black-eyed servant she met in the temple. She had a hunch that Ye Yanze was a little different after his tour to the south, but she couldn't tell what was different, nor could she say whether it was good or bad.
"Your future husband has turned the capital upside down in the past few months."
Bella took Ye Yanze to the side hall. Since she became the actual ruler of the royal court, she turned the side hall into her study. As for Hope's things - of course they were thrown away and burned in front of him, making him watch.
"But I like this change." Bella's voice was sweet, as if she was acting coquettish, but the malice in her tone could not be concealed. "Hilter is not that good, but I always feel happy when I see them in trouble."
Bella turned around and stood in front of the vertical bookshelf. On the right hand side were the potion books, and on the left hand side was the golden emblem symbolizing the royal court. In front of those ancient artifacts that had existed for hundreds of years, she looked so petite, but the timidity in her eyes was gone.
"You too, Your Highness."
Ye Yanze looked at her and said confidently: "You checked me."
Bella bowed, the satin had intricate patterns on it, her skirt spread out, and a crown was placed on top of her bun, making her look elegant and calm.
"Although I have cooperated with His Highness, I can't always be that mindless little girl waiting for answers."
Ye Yanze looked at her with admiration. Bella grew up very fast, but she always knew what she really wanted. Before that, any temptation was just dust under her feet.
"Your Highness has hatred in his heart." Bella lowered her voice, her fingers touching the gold-stamped cover of the book, and looked at Ye Yanze and continued: "Your hands are gentle healing and purification, but your heart is filled with the flames of revenge."
On the other side, Luther strode towards the bedroom, followed by the servants of the royal court. Naturally, they were all Bella's people now. Bella didn't play it smart, and even quietly left after Luther pushed the door open.
Luther looked at their respectful expressions, walked to the bedside and looked at the pale-faced Hope, the former emperor.
"Your queen is a real character compared to you."
Luther's words were disrespectful and he ignored Hope completely. The young emperor on the bed stared with eyes wide open and struggled, as if he wanted to say something. His right arm had been blown up, and he struggled to move sideways and stretched out his left hand to grab Luther's robe.
"Your Majesty, please take care of your health." Luther glanced at his miserable condition and stepped back.
"I came to visit you today just to inform you that His Highness and I are ready to be officially engaged. But we are still missing a gift that he will like, so I wanted to ask Your Majesty to confirm something."
Luther stretched out his hand, and a light blue light flashed through his eyes. It was not like the way he usually used his power. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw the garden of the royal court, and a wave of heat came over him.
He looked up and found himself sitting under a shed with a pot of cold tea in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and looked up to see a thin figure running around in the sun with a copper basin of ice cubes.
The young man was wrapped in a thick, quilted servant's old winter coat. His uneven platinum short hair was wet with sweat. He didn't dare to wipe it off, but just ran under the sun with a large basin of ice.
He clapped his hands and laughed, shouting at him to run faster, then picked up a porcelain plate and threw it on the ground. Several bitten pieces of dessert with cream fell to the ground, and the donuts were covered with dust.
"Run faster, bastard, or you won't even be able to eat these things."
The young man finally fell to the ground exhausted. The heavy copper basin made a dull sound when it fell to the ground, and the ice melted into water, pouring all over him.
He was almost furious and ordered the servants around him to drag him over. When he arrived in front of him, he found that the boy was barefoot, his platinum eyelashes were wet, and there was an abnormal flush on his face.
He ordered his men to lift him up, and then picked up the whip beside him and whipped him in the face and body. He only let out a whimper that was forced from his throat.
"Don't play dead. Get up now and eat the food on the ground, or I'll starve you for another three days."
The young boy curled up, a red and swollen whip mark on the side of his face tortured his beautiful face. He struggled to grab the dessert on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, almost crawling, not caring about the scratches on his palm by the porcelain shards.
As if he was bored, he waved his hand and asked the servant to take off his clothes. The young man's hands and face were covered with dirt, his upper body was naked and he lowered his head and trembled, and his chest and back were covered with scars.
"Just kneel down in this garden and let everyone have a good look at you, you bastard. As for when to get up, wait until I wake up."
The boy was stripped and was kneeling almost naked in the sun. He lowered his head, hugged himself tightly with his arms, and trembled constantly.
The scene in front of him was as blurry as water waves. Luther was floating in the air, looking at the little boy. Servants were coming and going around him. No one dared to stop him. They just looked up and quickly avoided him.
At this moment, he seemed to see a blond, green-eyed young man standing in the corridor not far away and watching. The picture gradually disappeared, and he only saw the man taking off his cloak and walking towards the boy, but he had a morbid and exaggerated smile on his face.
Luther suddenly opened his eyes. His dark blue eyes were dazed and then gradually focused. His hands on his knees were trembling nervously. He closed his eyes for a moment, then immediately stared at Hope, who was half-dead and unconscious on the bed.
He suddenly stood up, grabbed his collar, raised his hand to slap him awake, and threw him to the ground, where the back of his head hit the marble floor with a sound of teeth-grinding.
"Ah, what's going on?"
Bella said this in a loud voice, and strode in from the door, but she didn't bring any servants with her. She even smiled and lifted her skirt, walked to Hope, who had fallen to the ground and couldn't turn over, and kicked him to his back.
"Your Majesty, are you feeling better now? How could you be so careless?"
Luther, who was working on the job, had not yet straightened his clothes, and a few strands of his hair fell in front of his forehead. He lowered his head and looked at Hope with an unclear expression.
Ye Yanze stood at the door with an indifferent look. Hope had injured his arm, and the shock of the elemental power had damaged his internal organs, but he was not unable to move or speak. This must have been Bella's work.
Luther suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Ye Yanze's hand. It took him a while to let go. The dull pain in his heart and the hatred that had nowhere to vent made his mind suddenly go blank. That emotion and a moment of thoughts were suddenly deleted.
Only the lingering fear in his heart made him hold this person tightly.
Ye Yanze glanced at Hope on the ground, stretched out his hand and shone with healing golden light, and said in a calm voice: "Don't let him die so easily."
Bella smiled and bowed, then said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, he hasn't suffered enough in his life yet, how can he die?"
Ye Yanze withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes to look at Hope. There was no longer resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, but fear and begging.
After Ye Yanze and Luther left the palace, they came to an open corridor facing the garden. The grass was trimmed clean and even looked a little wet. The road was paved with pebbles, and only the outer circle was a flat road.
Luther held his hand tightly and turned his head to look at him quietly looking at the garden.
"When I lived in the royal court, this was the place I stayed most often." Ye Yanze said in a calm tone with a slight smile, as if he really was the Holy Son who had been protected and raised in the royal court since childhood.
"I haven't been back for a long time, and nothing has changed."
Luther was provoked by his simple two words, and after a long time he asked him: "Did Dana take you away?"
Ye Yanze smiled and turned to look at Luther: "It seems that you are also curious about my past."
"Why?" Ye Yanze frowned, looking a little puzzled. "Things that have passed cannot change anything in the present."
Luther smiled instead and did not answer his question, but took off the Hill privilege ring on his hand. Apart from the gem pattern on the ring, there was a plain ring underneath.
He lowered his head, held Ye Yanze's hand, and slowly put the ring on his ring finger. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it wouldn't fall off once he put it on.
"Isn't it too early?" Ye Yanze didn't take it off, but lowered his head and looked at it for a while.
Luther looked at him meaningfully as he fiddled with the ring, and said softly, "I know you want it, so I'll give it to you."
The woody cedar scent on his body enveloped him. He looked up at Ye Yanze. His long, straight eyelashes were thick and dark, casting a natural shadow. His beautifully shaped eyes were slightly curved, with the tails of his eyes flat.
"I also know what you want more, and I can give it to you. You shouldn't doubt that I can't do it, right?"
"So, are you willing?"
Ye Yanze curled and stretched his fingers, and finally looked at Luther's face and said slowly: "It's too late to hold a wedding in winter."
"If you fulfill your promise before the end of this summer, maybe you can have a wedding in the fall."
Luther put his arms around his waist, lowered his head and kissed his lips, a light kiss, and Ye Yanze cooperated very well.
The evening banquet started as scheduled. The head of Hilt's family and His Highness the Holy Son were visibly sticky to each other, and what attracted even more attention was the ring of power on His Highness's hand.
The head of Gene's family glanced at the two of them from a distance and snorted with disdain. Thinking of his son lying in bed at home, unable to move, he felt a surge of resentment again.
Dana has been awake less and less recently, and now that he is back, it is time to call him over to give that good-for-nothing a boost.
Groot was thinking, completely unaware that Luther glanced at him, smiled and said something in Ye Yanze's ear. Ye Yanze also smiled after hearing it.
The mages from St. Tropez College who were invited to the banquet did not rush to contact those big shots. Those with family backgrounds naturally found their own circles quickly. Lydia, who was happy to have some free time, sat in the corner, sighing as she looked at the two intimate people in the room.
The ring has been put on, and His Highness has changed his attitude. It seems that the engagement will definitely be fulfilled.
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