Fang Hua actually agreed to go back to the imperial palace with Han Zichuan...
I stood dazed, but he just turned away.
"Brother Shao, go pack up the things in the room," Han Zichuan's eyes reflected warmth as they turned to me.
"Okay..."All reproductions of this work not on volaretranslations are stolen copies.
Fang Hua didn't speak to stop me, or object to the familiarity in Han Zichuan's actions. On a typical day, even if a half-dead person was lying outside the bamboo forest yelling for help, he'd still be too lazy to save them. So why was he getting involved now?
Could it be because the person asking him was...Han Zichuan?
The room was very quiet and spacious. But now that both of them were standing, the space suddenly became narrow, and I felt like a unnecessary addition... There was a piece of my heart that felt as if it was being pulled taut, making it hard to breathe.
I couldn't say what kind of sensation this was. Besides being uncomfortable, I also felt a bitter sort of pain that was hard to describe. I turned around and inhaled deeply, my hands clenched into fists.
I should. Start packing.All reproductions of this work not on volaretranslations are stolen copies.
I didn't know how long this trip to the palace would take. I'd have to pack my two sets of robes (the ones I took turns washing), and yifu's usual collection of wonder pills, and...
My gaze swept the corners of the room.
Yifu didn't eat mortal food, so I should prepare something fresh for him on the road like picking something that was juicy and sweet...
"Shao'er." Fang Hua took my sleeve and held me in place, speaking softly. "It's Zichuan and I that are going to the palace, do you understand?"
They're not taking me...?
I trembled, turning around to look at Han Zichuan.
"Why leave her alone in the house?" Han Zichuan seemed to be very surprised. His eyes blinked, and he gave an uncertain glance in Fang Hua's direction. The two of them stared at each other for a while before he tacitly complied. Nothing more was said on the matter.
"I'll go put things in order so you prepare the carriage, and we'll leave in a bit." Fang Hua finished, before closing the door and leaving. A splash of sunlight illuminate his form outside the rooms, making his figure hazy and indistinct.
There was something in my heart...
...slowing sinking towards the bottom.
"Brother Shao." A pair of hands lightly rested on my shoulders. Han Zichuan drew closer and smiled. "This is just how Fang Hua is. When he decides on something, nothing can change his mind."
"But you somehow convinced him to go to the palace to cure your father, didn't you?"
His smile grew gloomy, but he didn't reply, only saying in a soft tone, "I'll come visit you often."
What a joke...
Whether or not you visit has nothing to do with me.
The only person I want is yifu.
I pushed him aside and rushed out, leaving him standing in place. I didn't linger to see his expression, because if I did...everything might have had a different result.
I held back the anger in my heart and returned to my room. I turned the wardrobe upside down to collect an armful of clothing, and went to look for Fang Hua, room by room.
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