After having lunch that day, Thirteen did not teach anymore. Instead, he locked himself in his study and refused to see anyone.
He Yue guessed why Thirteen was unhappy, so she told Cui He and Cui Yan to go back first and come back tomorrow, giving him time to calm down.
She couldn't help but complain to herself. This Thirteenth Sister still had something to say, but she locked herself in her study and wouldn't even see He Yue when she sent someone to invite her. Her temper was getting worse and worse.
Heyue got angry too, and angrily told Hailan to ignore him and let him lock him up as much as he wanted. But then she was worried and went to the study herself.
"Thirteen, come out here. Let's talk things out. Don't keep it bottled up inside."
"If you don't come out, I'm kicking the door down!"
He Yue raised her foot, hesitated for a moment, then finally put it down, clenched her fist tightly, and roared angrily, "You bastard! What exactly do you want to do?"
"If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
There was no sound from inside the room. If someone hadn't been watching to make sure that Thirteen hadn't left, Heyue would have thought that no one was in the room.
Unable to contain her anger any longer, He Yue kicked the door hard, put her hands on her hips, and yelled, "I've run away from home!"
Seeing that he still didn't move, Heyue turned around and left.
I was furious.
Since marrying him, Heyue has never been treated so coldly.
Dare to throw a tantrum at her? Don't think you can't handle him!
Before they had taken five steps, the door behind them burst open, and a person rushed out like a whirlwind, scooping Heyue up in his arms.
He Yue gasped as her feet left the ground, grabbed his neck, and saw his eyes were red with anger, looking like he wanted to devour someone; it was quite frightening.
Then Thirteen carried her and rushed into the room, kicking the door shut.
The maids and Li Shun'er outside were dumbfounded.
He Yue was thrown onto the couch in the study, clutching her sore bottom, inwardly complaining about his rudeness. Before she could even sit up, he pressed her back down.
"Hey! What are you doing?" He Yue stared wide-eyed at him, seeing his cold face, taking off his clothes, and preparing to fight. She was genuinely frightened and instinctively covered her chest.
No way? In broad daylight! He's gone mad!
...
The two of them struggled for two hours, and Heyue thoroughly experienced the madness of someone driven to desperation.
She'd never been this crazy before; her back was about to break.
Afterwards, Thirteen lay down beside her, closed his eyes, and, though exhausted, gently pulled Heyue into his arms, his chin lightly brushing against her hair.
The moment he rushed out, He Yue's resentment at him for not seeing her vanished without a trace. Although she was quite exhausted from his antics, she was not angry.
However, having been dragged in during broad daylight and left for two hours, it's easy to imagine what they did; the people outside must be laughing their heads off.
Heyue was extremely annoyed and didn't know how to face the maids.
It's all his fault! He's completely lost face!
She poked his chest hard with her index finger, and complained gruffly, "You jerk! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
Thirteen grabbed her finger and snorted, "That's what I should be saying to you. If you dare to say anything like running away from home again, I'll spank your bottom!"
"Oh! You've actually learned to commit domestic violence!" He Yue was too tired; even when she was angry, her words were weak and listless, like a kitten whimpering.
Thirteen suddenly opened his eyes and asked in confusion, "What is domestic violence?"
However, being quite clever, she understood something from the literal meaning and her tone, and couldn't help but chuckle: "You mean I'm abusing you? That's because I'm too good to you, so you don't even understand what real domestic violence is."
"Hmph! What else do you want to do?" He Yue sneered. At most, he would threaten her with spanking; he couldn't bring himself to do anything more serious.
Just as he said, he had always been very good to Heyue and never wanted to truly wrong her.
"Tell me, why did you lock yourself in the study? Why won't you see me?" He Yue stopped dwelling on the domestic violence and returned to the main topic, expressing her dissatisfaction with his behavior today.
That bastard! He's even learned to keep things bottled up inside. We can't let him get away with this!
Thirteen was silent for a moment, then laughed: "I just wanted some peace and quiet. Look how anxious you are. Is it worth threatening me with running away from home?"
"If you lie again, believe me, I'll beat you up!" Heyue glared at him.
Seeing her listless appearance, even her glare at him was so delicate, he really couldn't imagine how she would beat him up. Instead, he really wanted to reach out and ravage her.
However, knowing that she was truly angry at this moment, and that mocking her any longer might provoke her to run away from home, he gently comforted her, "Alright, alright, okay? I'll tell you, alright?"
He Yue's anger subsided somewhat, and she opened her round eyes, waiting for him to speak.
Thirteen gently rubbed her slender waist and sighed softly: "If I told you, you would probably say I'm heartless. I've served the Crown Prince for so long, and apart from that one time, he's treated me quite well. But this time, when the Crown Prince was deposed, I was secretly pleased."
The Crown Prince is truly not a qualified heir apparent. He has done many things that are unbecoming of his status. Not only me, but all my brothers think so. My fourth brother has been kind to me in raising me, and his abilities are obvious to all. He is also the adopted son of Empress Xiaoyi. Logically speaking, he is also the legitimate son. In any case, my fourth brother is more suitable to be the Crown Prince than my second brother and my eighth brother.
I originally thought that my fourth brother would be a contender. Although we had left the capital, I always hoped that one day Father would remember me and I could go back to help my fourth brother. But when I learned that my second brother had been reinstated as the crown prince, I realized that Father's heart still belonged to my second brother.
When I left the capital, leaving my fourth brother to face everything alone, I felt guilty and always thought I would be able to help him in the future. But now, thinking about it, my second brother is still destined for greatness, so what can I do to help my fourth brother?
In terms of ability and status, Fourth Brother is no less capable than anyone else, but Father Emperor always favors Second Brother the most. I feel sorry for Fourth Brother and ashamed that I can't help him.
Even if he hadn't said it, He Yue had already guessed the reason for his unhappiness. Now, after hearing his words, she only felt his disappointment and frustration even more.
He nodded, but did not say that he was heartless or lacked brotherly loyalty as he had expected. His tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary: "The Emperor is indeed a loving father. It is normal for him to be reluctant to let go of the Crown Prince. After all, he is his own son. He was willing to release even you, let alone the Crown Prince who was raised from childhood."
The Emperor is now in his prime, enjoying the Emperor's favor and the envy of many. Why should Fourth Brother get involved in this mess? Wouldn't it be better to distance himself?
Thirteen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared intently at Heyue, making no attempt to hide his excitement: "What did you say?"
He Yue blinked, looking completely innocent: "What did I say?"
Thirteen laughed heartily, kissing Heyue haphazardly on the face, his eyes sparkling: "Heyue, you're right, I was wrong. Father Emperor is in his prime, why rush? I'm still a bit lacking in experience, there's still a chance, there's still a chance."
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