Chapter 273 – Breaking Into The Prison (1/2)
Three years ago, when he left for the south side, Long Feng’er was embroidering this cloth for Ye Wuchen. He clearly remembered this, and just when he brought this up again, it took her a long time before taking it out. She was no longer as innocent as before, and she realized how undone this “work” was. However, since this was the first piece that she’s ever made for him, she had been cherishing it all along, and she never wanted to wrinkle it.
There were two little figures were embroidered on the cloth…Long Feng’er tried to explain to Ye Wuchen with much embarrassment. Those were two people holding hands. He held it dearly in his hands. For him, it didn’t matter whether it was good work; it represented the purest feelings that Long Feng’er had for him.
Just when he was about to walk out from the Palace, he saw Long Zhengyang, who looked gloomy. He was first shocked to see Ye Wuchen, then, he began to look more delighted, and went up to say, “brother Ye, it’s been such a long time. I heard that you came back a few days ago, yet I haven’t had the chance to visit you. About your body…is it really like what they said?”
Ye Wuchen smiled lightly. He didn’t really know what to say, “brother Long, how have you been all these years?”
Long Zhengyang smiled bitterly, “well, I’m ok. Back then, you were able to fight Big Wind…” then he shook his head, “you’ll never know how much I want to have your power.”
“Everyone has his own destiny and path to follow. No matter what choice you make, I will support you. If I were you, I wouldn’t even hesitate.” Ye Wuchen smiled and said.
Long Zhengyang had a confused look on his face and sighed, “it’s true that I am not half as good as you are, I would accept anything if I could, even if that meant I’d live for ten years less. I’ve always known that I shouldn’t have been born in the Palace.”
“If it’s your dream, why does it matter? If you haven’t been through several ups and downs in your life, then imagine, how regretful you’ll feel when you die? Your life belongs to yourself. Anyway, it’s getting late, and I must leave.” Ye Wuchen hurriedly nodded and left the Palace.
Long Zhengyang watched him left and kept repeating to himself what Ye Wuchen had said. Finally, he took a long sigh and left too.
Their conversation was so mysterious. Although the guards surrounding them had been listening to every word, they had no idea what the two were talking about.
On the way back home, Ye Wuchen sighed, “well, he’s right. He’ not a Palace material, and he’s not suitable to be a Prince, or the Emperor, he might not even have real friends. But…Xue’er, we owe him a big favor. And I don’t want to owe anybody. I want to give him the life he wants.”
“Brother, you didn’t see Shuirou sister today. Wouldn’t she worry to death?” Ningxue reminded.
Translations by AsianHobbyist Website