The Eldest Princess

Chapter 56

No matter how beautiful the sunset is, you cannot enjoy it if the doors and windows are closed.

Yun Cen lay listlessly on the table, burying his face deeply in his arms. He didn't want to care about anything now.

Through the door, he could vaguely hear the servants' whispered conversation.

"Sir, why haven't you moved yet? You haven't changed your clothes or eaten yet. If you are any later, I am afraid you will miss the time to thank the emperor."

Although there was no banquet for the young master's birthday, he received a lot of gifts, and even the emperor gave him something.

As for others, considering the young master's status and position, it would not be considered too rude to ignore them.

But I must go to the Emperor to express my gratitude.

"What's wrong, young master? Weren't you very happy when you went out?"

"I don't know. The young master didn't say anything after he came back."

explain?

say what!

Should he tell others how much shame he had suffered in front of Asan?

Although he has returned, his consciousness seems to remain in the teahouse forever.

Yun Cen kept repeating that embarrassing scene in his mind.

However, I am much calmer now than I was then, and I have thought more about it.

His fingers kept stroking the mask he bought at the market, and he began to guess Xuan Fusang's inner thoughts.

All the way back, Asan wore a mask.

Through those glass-like eyes, he felt that she didn't seem to take it to heart.

But this is even stranger.

Now that she thought about it carefully, she did not blush with shame, nor did she slap him in anger and disgust or call him reckless.

Asan, she actually smiled at that time.

Could it be that Asan actually agrees in her heart?

It's just that the time and place are wrong?

If, at a suitable time...

Yun Cen was burned by his own wild thoughts and felt more and more that he deserved to die.

Asan was so pure and innocent, how could he think of her like this?

But this idea seemed to be rooted in my heart and could not be completely eradicated.

He had already begun to regret his silence after leaving the teahouse.

Why did he panic at that time and not try it more?

He wanted to see Asan again.

No, he must get the answer today, otherwise he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Yunxiang was still worried that there might be a conflict between the Young Master and His Highness, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

He quickly turned around and saluted, "Sir, would you like to have some food?"

"No need. Go directly to see His Majesty." Yun Cen walked out without stopping.

"Yes, sir." Yun Xiang hurriedly followed with a smile.

The sun is about to set, and someone needs to hold a lantern to light the way.

Xuan Ruichen stared at Yun Cen who was kneeling in the hall with no expression on his face, and the disgust deep in his heart was constantly churning.

At the dinner just now, the imperial sister did not come to join him.

Su Wen sent a message saying that the imperial sister would not come tonight and asked him to get enough rest.

He didn't even dare to ask if it was just like this today or would it be like this forever.

And what about Yun Cen? Today, he must have had a great time with his sister.

Xuan Ruichen stared at him and felt that his clothes this time were a little new.

This fresh, elegant and refined color style reminded him of his imperial sister.

What made him sick was that he then thought of Wei Rong.

He smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "How about the gift I sent you?"

"That dagger can cut iron like mud. When Yun Cen saw it, he was extremely happy. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." He didn't even look at any of the gifts. Yun Xiang introduced them to him on the way.

"That's good." He was so happy, but I wonder if he will be happy again in a while?

After expressing his gratitude, Yun Cen immediately rushed to Xuan Fusang as soon as he left the hall.

As the sky gradually darkened, Yunxiang had already lit the lamp.

Passing by the rockery with lush flowers and trees, Yun Cen keenly caught some gossip.

"The Princess and Prince Wei are close..."

"Stop..."

"Isn't it? Since returning to the palace... for the past few months, he has been staying in the palace... not leaving for an hour or two..."

Yun Cen's pace slowed down.

The pair of eyes that originally contained hope and excitement immediately turned cold.

That bright face, even though tinged with murderous intent, still had a unique charm.

He paused for only a moment, then moved silently and quickly towards the source of the voice.

Yunxiang was shocked when he saw this.

Under such circumstances, we shouldn't alert the enemy so early.

He should stop his own son.

But he didn't.

The less she heard, the more room the princess had to explain.

Such a talkative servant would have brought it upon himself even if he died at the hands of the young master.