MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2808 Want to fold (30)
Chapter 2808 Want to break (30)
the next day.
Yin time.
It’s not yet dawn, the Prince’s East Palace.
The incense in the incinerator was burning quietly, and the ambergris was light, mixed with the not-so-strong medicinal fragrance.
The light is bright, and under the delicate candlestick, Chu Ling in Tsing Yi is standing, standing in front of the desk, drawing with a brush.
Long hair hangs down, and the cold white side face reflects the firelight, shadowy, cold and dusty.
It was very quiet in the palace, only him.
He coughed a few times in a low voice, his lips were pale and sickly.
I want to drink tea, but I find that the teacup is empty.
Beside him, the little man who usually offered to pour tea for him was not there.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at the empty teacup for a while, then looked sideways at the place where the person should be standing beside him.
It's so quiet, compared to usual.
His hand fell on the cup, fingertips twitching slightly.
Looking down on the countertop, the book that the little man borrowed from the library is still there.
was pressed under the memorial, in an inconspicuous position.
Beside her ears, in the exceptionally cold air, her exceptionally soft and innocent voice seemed to sound.
"Your Highness~"
Followed him like a little tail.
Chu Ling looked at the empty seat very calmly.
After a long time, he retracted his gaze, as if nothing had happened.
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Two days later.
Yunfu.
In the main hall, Yun Si looked at Yun Yanzhang in front of her, dumbstruck.
"Brother, you—"
The boy who was the same age as her in front of her was wearing thick makeup on her face at this moment.
In order to be close to her skin tone, Mica put a milky white foundation on him, painting his entire face like a wall.
It is so white that it can scare people to death.
Chun Ying was also dumbfounded, her mouth grew bigger.
"Young...Master, you..."
Yun Hezhong, sitting on the main seat, pressed his eyebrows, as if he didn't want to talk.
Mica is calm, even a little confident.
"How is it? You can't see it like this? Your Highness certainly can't see it."
"..." Yun Si wanted to open her mouth, her expression was indescribable, "Mother, elder brother is like this... Your Highness really can't see it?"
Isn't this—isn't Chu Ling being fooled?
This is too…
Yun Yanzhang, who had a face that looked like a white wall, seemed to realize that it wasn't pretty when he saw everyone's expressions.
Now, he started to make trouble again, wiping his face with his hands.
"I just said it doesn't look good! I don't wear makeup! I don't put these things on!"
"Don't, don't, Zhang'er, you're so pretty—"
Mica quickly coaxed him, "It's not bad, who said it's not good?"
"Be good, Zhang'er, just bear with it, it will be fine soon, soon."
"...It's really not possible, just confess to His Highness." Yun Hezhong looked at this farce-like scene, unable to say.
"You can't hide from the left and the right, I'm going to apologize, maybe I won't hurt you..."
"No!" Mica, who was comforting her son, immediately vetoed it, "Absolutely not."
"Your Highness hasn't found out yet, we can't take the initiative to frankly—"
"Then what should we do? You can't wait until His Highness finds out before we admit it?"
Yun Hezhong's tone suddenly became fierce, "If you take the initiative to plead guilty, there may be a chance to turn around and beg for mercy, but if you are exposed, it will definitely be a death penalty!"
"That won't work either!" Mica said resolutely, "It's a capital offense to take the initiative. Instead of doing this, it's better to delay until the end."
"Ma'am!"
"Master!"
Seeing that they were about to quarrel, as a child, Yun Si hugged Chunying silently, acting as a transparent person.
Besides, Yun Yanzhang, whose face was as white as a ghost, was bewildered.
(end of this chapter)
