"Dip it in scallion oil and eat it." Yin Shuyi watched the third prince finish eating the noodles and pushed the stewed chicken in front of him.
"I don't want to eat it," the third prince shook his head, "I can't eat it anymore."
"Why do you only eat so little?" Yin Shuyi was a little surprised. The third prince's appetite was proportional to his body size. He had always been a good eater, but today he obviously had no appetite.
"I still have something to do quickly," the third prince said with a smile. He stood up, wiped his mouth and looked at the hot stewed chicken, and then said to Yin Shuyi, "Save it for me to eat tomorrow morning."
Yin Shuyi was even more surprised: "Are you coming tomorrow?"
The third prince looked hurt: "Sister Yin, don't you welcome me?"
"No," Yin Shuyi shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed, "The eldest princess invited me to come over tomorrow, how about you come back another day?"
The third prince's face suddenly stiffened: "What did she call you to do?"
Yin Shuyi lowered her head and continued to embroider, while saying calmly: "Yesterday, the eldest prince's concubine sent someone over and said that she had discussed it with the eldest prince and planned to let me move into the eldest prince's palace. If I enter the palace tomorrow, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to move into the palace. I'll discuss this."
"Don't move over there!" The third prince almost spat out, "You are not allowed to move over there!"
Yin Shuyi raised her head and looked at the third prince: "Why?"
"He humiliated you like that! Haven't you had enough?! Don't you even remember?!" The third prince clenched his fists tightly to hold back from shouting. Even so, his voice was already hoarse. He was so embarrassed that he stared at Yin Shuyi with blood-red eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was lowered, but his face was even uglier. He looked at Yin Shuyi with danger and madness in his eyes, "You can't Move over! You hear me? No!"
Yin Shuyi looked at his face and listened to his roar. After a while, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, then looked up at the third prince and said calmly: "The person who came to the palace that day was indeed you."
The third prince suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning.
Yin Shuyi didn't say it was that day, but he knew it in his heart.
"I..." He avoided Yin Shuyi's gaze, clenched his fists tighter, and his joints crackled. Suddenly, he suddenly gave up his strength, his lips trembled, and it took him a long time to finally say, "...Sister Yin, I'm sorry. "
"What are you sorry for?" Yin Shuyi raised her eyebrows and looked at the third prince.
Yeah, sorry for what
The third prince couldn't answer, but the more this happened, the sadder he became. Finally, he leaned against the door frame. He didn't speak again, and then he turned and walked out.
Yes.
He didn't feel sorry for Yin Shuyi.
But from now on, he must be worthy of Yin Shuyi.
…
"Your Highness, do you want to go back to the palace?" The guard who had been guarding the door of Songbao Palace saw the third prince coming out and was so busy that he led his horse to greet him.
"No, go to the northwest army camp in Dali." The third prince said calmly.
The guard was startled: "Going at this time?"
"Yes, at this time." The third prince said solemnly, while getting on the horse.
"Your Highness," the guard got on his horse and chased after him. He asked the third prince a little uneasily, "Have you thought about it? Aren't you afraid that your whereabouts will be heard by the eldest prince and the second prince?"
"I'm afraid they don't know." The third prince said coldly in the biting cold wind.
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August 15th, the 28th year of Jiasheng
Southern Xinjiang.
Southwest Army Camp.
Zhou Chi arrived at the Southwest Army camp early this morning.
There is one more chapter~maybe later~Sorry, I’m too busy~