The attendants followed the two masters from a distance, and Xia Chu and Xiao Zimu walked side by side. Gradually, the pace became consistent. They also noticed this and smiled at each other.
The two walked for a long time without anyone speaking. Finally after this smile, Xiao Zimu asked: "Little Marquis, why did you choose me?"
There were many reasons in Xia Chu's heart, but after a thousand turns, there was only a soft sigh.
"If you were the king, the world would be lucky and the people would be blessed." Xia Chu didn't want to lie, this sentence was also true.
"Huh? How do you know, little Marquis, that this is what I want?"
"It doesn't matter. If the Seventh Highness wants it, I will help you get it. If the Seventh Highness doesn't want it, I will protect your safety for the rest of your life." Xia Chu's tone was calm, but solemn and could not be questioned.
Xiao Zimu couldn't help but stop and turned sideways to look at Xia Chu. A handsome young man wearing a blue robe and a silver hairpin stood in front of him. His eyes had a depth that was not in line with his immature age. He didn't look arrogant after saying this. He seemed to have just made a solemn vow alone. Then, tell him.
"What does the young marquis want?"
Xiao Zimu didn't know what he wanted after this overwhelming promise.
"What I want..." Xia Chu looked at the snowy sky, then lowered his head and whispered quietly: "I can do it with my own hands."
"What does the young marquis need from me?" Xiao Zimu thought he had misunderstood what he meant, so he asked.
Xia Chu looked up at him, with a warm smile on her face.
"His Majesty Seventh is needed..."
Xiao Zimu leaned forward slightly, frowning and listening carefully.
"Just be happy."
After Xia Chu finished speaking, he turned around and continued moving forward.
Xiao Zimu froze in disbelief until he saw Xia Chu's figure fading away and then quickly chased after him.
"Everything I say is true. Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, there is no need to worry. The future is bright."
Xia Chu seemed to know that Xiao Zimu had doubts and comforted him.
Listening to his sincere tone, Xiao Zimu said with a hint of apology in his heart, "That being the case, don't call Your Highness so formal, just call me Zi Mu."
Xia Chu's steps slowed down a bit, and his slightly lowered head did not let Xiao Zimu see the complicated expression on his face at this time. He gently exhaled a white breath, suppressing his ups and downs. He said slowly: "Then just call me Xia Chu..."
"Early summer."
Xiao Zimu called out briskly.
This sound made Xia Chu's memories burst.
The palace gate in the distance and the snowflakes nearby all blurred into one piece in an instant.
In my memory, the gentle man who stood like an orchid tree and smiled like a bright moon stood under the peach blossom tree. When the wind blows, the pink color falls all over my body, and the pieces of my clothes flutter. He carefully picked up a few stray strands of hair on Xia Chu's forehead and gently tucked them behind her ears. She pretended to be relaxed and said: "Xia Chu. I like you, so I'm not sad. I hope you like me too, so I'm sad."
She didn't even comfort him at that time, but was distracted by Xiao Yanjun's turning and leaving figure in the distance. She politely rejected his kindness and hurriedly chased him out.
"Xia Chu?" Xiao Zimu called out again when he saw that he was in a daze.
"Zi Mu..." Xia Chu finally called out this name, following the heartbreaking cry in the previous life. This is the first time in this life that I have called this name.
"Huh?" Xiao Zimu felt inexplicably that Xia Chu called him this way. It is very difficult to go back and forth a thousand times.
"Is there a person named Xiang Xun among the attendants behind you?"
"There is such a one."
"Look for a reason and get rid of it."
When leaving just now, Xia Chu glanced at the attendants from a distance and saw Xiang Xun. He didn't know exactly what this person had done or how much he was involved in Xiao Yanjun's plan to seize the throne. But, in short, Xiang Xun is Xiao Yanjun's man, and he is not a good person.
"Hmm. Did he offend you? No, you must have never met." Xiao Zimu was puzzled.
"He is His Highness's thorn in the side. If you want to keep him, you can spread some false news to him at the right time."
Xia Chu was a little sentimental about the previous life. If he had told Zi Mu earlier, wouldn’t it be...
"Can't you? I checked his background and he has been with me for five years..."
Xia Chu didn't speak either, but stopped him from continuing with his eyes.
"I see."
Xiao Zimu looked at Xia Chu's extremely serious eyes and finally swallowed the rest of his words.
"The palace gate is ahead, Zi Mu, please stay."
Xia Chu bowed and walked towards the palace gate alone.
Xiao Zimu froze on the spot, not knowing whether to follow or not, to pursue or not to pursue.
It wasn't until Xia Chu's figure passed through the palace gate that he shook his head helplessly. When he turned around, he saw Xiang Xun and his attendants following him. Asked him: "Your Highness, are you going back?"
Xiao Zimu glanced at Xiang Xun calmly, and said nonchalantly: "Go back."
When Xia Chu left the palace, he saw Su Qian'an standing opposite and waiting. He could tell that he had been standing there for a long time and had a layer of snow on his body.
When Su Qian'an saw him leaving the palace gate, she opened an umbrella and led the carriage to meet him.
"Why don't you hold the umbrella yourself and show your loyalty to me? It's a cruel trick." Xia Chu couldn't help but say something in anger.
"No, no." Su Qian'an waved her hands hurriedly, and quickly took a hand warmer from the carriage and handed it to Xia Chu.
Xia Chu touched the temperature and curled his lips.
"I'm afraid, it's not too warm either." Su Qian'an was a little at a loss.
"It's okay." Xia Chu got on the carriage and patted his shoulder to express comfort.
Su Qian'an waited for him to sit firmly before driving back home.
"Why are you here?" Xia Chu asked him while covering his mouth with his hands and breathing in the hot air.
"When I returned home, I happened to meet the Marquis who was about to send someone to pick you up, so I picked you up."
"When you get back home, go to Yin Zhina and take him to Yixiang Building to find Aunt Li. Let them meet and then tell Aunt Li. The news about Mr. Bingwen can be spread."
"Yes. Young master, you don't know. If I am not careful now, I will call him to lure him away. He will be furious immediately." Su Qian'an snorted.
In Xia Chu's impression, Yin Zhi was a scholarly, elegant and handsome young man. I have also seen a person who was extremely sad and grief-stricken. He had never seen the explosive Qiuzhi before.
"Just do as he wants."
"Yes." Su Qian'an responded nervously.
Xia Chu couldn't help but laugh, feeling that Su Qian'an was like a child. Why didn't he realize that Su Qian'an was such a living treasure in his previous life
When the carriage arrived at the Hou Mansion, Su Qian'an said goodbye and left to find Bingwen.
The boy outside the door held a lantern to send Xia Chu back to the house.
Mo Xiang had been waiting outside the house. When Xia Chu came back, she quickly prepared hot water for him to take a bath.
When the water was almost full, Xia Chuping withdrew everyone and sat in the barrel, taking a comfortable hot bath. I was thinking to myself, the emperor's food is really not delicious. After a whole night of socializing, my face was frozen with laughter...
The sudden comfort made him feel sleepy, and he forced himself to soak in it for a while. When the water temperature gradually cooled down, he stood up and left, telling Mo Xiang to remove the bucket and get into bed.
Xia Chu, who was lying on the bed, put the quilt over his head, thinking that tomorrow he would probably be greeted by his father's scolding...
(End of chapter)