Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 94: Marry him

Sui Yan read the book for an afternoon in the study, and after dinner, he waited and waited, but he couldn’t wait for Duan Mingchong to come over.

He frowned and drank the medicine, then read the book absently for a while, and finally waited for the person in the East Palace.

Sui Yan threw the book away: “Where is your Royal Highness?”

The palace man held the food box in his hand, and respectfully said: “His Royal Highness has important matters in the past few days, let the slave come and inform Lord Hou.”

Sui Yan propped his jaw and looked at him coldly, and said, “Is it important? Then when will he be able to deal with it, have you given me a correct answer?”

The palace man was so frightened that he felt that this person would dare to ask His Royal Highness in this way.

He tremblingly said: “His Royal Highness did not say, but only said to let Master Hou recover from his illness and take care of his health.”

Sui Yan Xindao you don’t come to accompany me anymore, what kind of disease do I raise?

It’s useless to say this kind of thing. He didn’t embarrass him and said, “What’s in the food box?”

“It’s the pastry made by the small kitchen.”

Sui Yan said: “Let it go, help me bring a message to Your Highness…”

The palace man hurriedly pricked his ears to listen carefully.

Sui Yan paused and said, “Said let him wait.”

Palace person: “…”

The palace man left without a word.

Sui Yan waved away from the crowd, opened the lid of the red food box, and saw several steamed buns and pastries of different shapes. At first glance, they were inkless.

Sui Yan’s eyes were bent, and Haitang called Haitang to ask Jun Jingxing if he had come back, and when he confirmed that the genius doctor was still in Yin Mansion, he relaxed and squeezed the buns.

Haitang noodles have a worried look: “Master, the genius doctor won’t let you take these while you are sick, saying that it is not good for your health, you still…”

Sui Yan squinted his eyes and took a bite, and said vaguely: “If you don’t tell me, I don’t tell, how would he know.”

Haitang hesitated to speak but stopped.

After Sui Yan had eaten two, he looked at Haitang, endured heartache and pinched one and handed it to him, saying, “Come on, take my bribe, don’t tell Jun Jingxing, or I can’t spare you.”

Haitang took the cake with her flat mouth, and whispered: “Then this is the last time, the young master won’t be able to eat these things next time he is sick.”

Sui Yan said: “Well, eat yours, the steamed buns won’t stop your mouth.”

Haitang just lowered his head and took a bite, but before chewing, he felt that the steamed bun seemed a little strange. He frowned and spit out a small piece of wooden tube hidden in the half of the steamed bun.

The wooden barrel was made extremely delicately, and seeing that it was not as big as a little knuckle, there seemed to be something hidden in it.

Haitang: “Master?”

Sui Yan also saw it: “Come on, give it to me, let me see.”

Haitang didn’t hand it to him first, but took a square kerchief and wrapped it to Sui Yan.

Sui Yan frowned and squeezed the wooden tube open, revealing a thin sheet of paper the size of a palm, with densely packed words on it.

Sui Yan frowned and looked at it for a long time before saying: “What’s this written? Haitang, can you see it clearly?”

Haitang took the piece of paper and almost moved the tip of his nose up, before he could barely read the words on it.

“Master, it seems to say that your majesty seems to have intentionally pointed out the marriage to the prince, and it has spread throughout the palace.”

Sui Yan took the paper and looked at it again, and his eyes hurt before he realized that it seemed to be the case.

Sui Yan threw the paper in the charcoal bowl aside, and cast his eyes down thoughtfully.

This time it was not like the previous misunderstanding. Since Wumo heard it from the palace, it was naturally not groundless, and it was probably because of this that Duan Mingchong could not go out to accompany him.

Sui Yan has a kind of blind trust in Duan Mingchong. From the bottom of his heart, he feels that since he is connected with his own mind, he will definitely not marry others.

Haitang looked at Sui Yan’s face cautiously from the side, and said, “Master, if your Royal Highness really…gets married…”

Sui Yan leaned on the soft couch, lazily propped his chin, absent-mindedly said: “If he does marry a wife, then his happy day will become the anniversary of the next year’s death.”

Begonia: “…”

Haitang trembled slightly: “Young…Master?!”

Sui Yan sneered when he saw him frightened like that, and said, “Fool, I was just kidding you. Go back to sleep.”

Haitang was worried that Sui Yan really did not want to leave, but Sui Yan urged him a little bit before resigning and leaving with a look of help.

Since then, Duan Mingchong really hasn’t been here again, Sui Yan gags and scorns Yue Jian every day, and his life is also very moist.

In half a month, Sui Yan was well ill, and finally stopped taking the medicine on the Lantern Festival.

Sui Yan lost a circle during his illness, but he was still in good spirits.

Suixun looked at his face carefully and frowned, “Are you really all right? Didn’t you lie to me?”

Sui Yan couldn’t wait to jump on the spot: “It’s true, brother, you have asked this sentence many times today. The genius doctor Jun said that I don’t need to take the medicine today.”

Suixun still looked at him suspiciously: “You didn’t mean you wanted to go out to play, did you say that on purpose?”

Sui Yan: “Brother!”

Suixun said: “Then say it first, you must go home at night, and you can’t stay outside for too long.”

Sui Yan said, “But there are fireworks at night…”

Suixun: “Huh?”

Sui Yan immediately pointed to the sky: “Okay, I’ll be back at night, absolutely not running around.”

Suixun didn’t believe him a little bit, and said to himself: “No, I still have to find someone to look at you-where’s Uncle Zhao?”

Sui Yan almost collapsed: “I’m not a kid anymore, do you think I’m so tight?”

And today’s Lantern Festival is in Tianshui Lane. Jun Jingxing and Yin Shenqiu went to play early. After a while, Suixun will go out with Jiangning again, and Sui Yan will not be back after going out for a long time.

Suixun: “You…”

Sui Yan really couldn’t stand Sui Xun’s long-windedness, and he wished to exchange his brother who had ignored him a few years ago.

He said “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

With that, he ran out quickly.

Suixun shouted at him behind him: “Add another dress!”

Sui Yan’s whole body was worn into a ball, and he couldn’t move even if he added his clothes, so he didn’t hear it, and ran out of the Hou Mansion by himself.

Before you arrive, Tianshui Lane is already crowded with people.

Sui Yan jumped from the carriage, and the guard followed him to protect him.

Sui Yan looked at the bustling street, tilted his head, and said, “Has Minghe frozen this year?”

“This year’s severe cold is naturally over.”

Sui Yan said “Oh”.

It’s very annoying.

He is too weak now, and he didn’t squeeze into the crowd without hesitation. He just took the people from the side street to the restaurant in the middle of Tianshui Lane, and asked for a private room to sit by the window and drink tea.

After a while, there was a sound of gongs and drums under the long street outside the window, and a group of brightly dressed people came from the end of the street huddling dragons and lions.

Both sides of the street are full of stalls selling lanterns and some gadgets. From below, you can see a string of red lanterns connected to form a beautiful scenery, just like a picture.

Sui Yan chose the location to have a full view of half a long street. He was eating a snack and watching with interest when suddenly someone sat down in the empty seat opposite.

After Sui Yan turned his head in hindsight.

Song Xian: “Forget to return…”

Sui Yan: “Puff——”

Song Xian didn’t know when he came in, nor did he know that Sui Yan was so intoxicated that he didn’t hear his footsteps at all. At this moment, someone appeared in front of him, and he was so scared that he spouted the tea from his mouth.

Unbiased, he was spraying Song Xian all over.

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian gritted his teeth and lifted up his sleeves to wipe off the water on his face. He furiously said, “You are forgotten! You are looking for death!”

Sui Yan: “Cough cough cough… I… cough…”

He got Song Xian covered in water, and he almost choked to death, clutching his chest and coughing violently. Hearing the voice, he knew how uncomfortable he was.

Song Xian became angry when he saw him like this, so he walked over with a cold face, patted his back angrily, and murmured: “You are good too. Drinking water can help you. choked.”

Sui Yan struggling to grab his forearm, his eyes flushed, and cursed: “Also…cough cough is not scared by you…cough…”

He covered his mouth and almost coughed up tears.

Song Xian patted him on the back for a while, and Sui Yan was relieved.

Sui Yan directly patted Song Xian’s paw with one hand, and said angrily: “Get up, don’t touch me with your paw!”

Song Xian sat back opposite him angrily, and said, “Why didn’t you let me get up when I just gave you a favor? Just throw it away when you use it up. It’s just as straightforward as someone like you can say.”

Sui Yan drank a mouthful of water and was shocked, and took a deep breath to relieve himself.

He glanced sideways at Song Xian and said, “Why are you here?”

Song Xian tilted his head to look at the crowds below, and said, “Naturally, I came here to play. I just saw you accidentally when I was down, so I always recounted the past with you.”

Sui Yan also looked at the lion dance below, and said indifferently, “Oh,” he said, “It’s over, let’s go.”

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian glared at him, then called Xiao Er to order a pot of wine and refreshments, in a posture of reminiscing about the past until midnight.

Sui Yan’s brows finally wrinkled: “I just want to watch the lantern quietly now, do you have to disturb me? What about your Highness, don’t you need to accompany him?”

Song Xian poured himself wine, and after drinking two glasses, he seemed to embolden himself and stared at Sui Yan’s eyes forever.

Sui Yan was a little unnatural when he saw him, so he wiped his face indiscriminately, and said weirdly: “What do I do?”

Jiuzhuang was guilty, Song Xian took a deep breath and said, “Are you and the prince… serious?”

Sui Yan paused with the teacup in his hand, and his eyes became cold.

He finally knew what Duan Zhisu had written in that letter.

Song Xian was embarrassed: “Even if you are too temperamental, you won’t do anything like this, or the prince coerced you?”

Sui Yan said indifferently, “You will ask me again when I drink tea, and I promise to spray you all over again.”

Song Xian: “…”

Song Xian frowned: “I mean it’s serious.”

Sui Yan said, “I’m serious too.”

Song Xian: “But you…”

Sui Yan interrupted him without changing his face and said, “I mean, the prince and I are serious.”

Song Xian’s expression froze. Although he knew it for a long time, he heard Sui Yan admit that his expression was still a bit complicated.

“The prince is the crown prince of a country. If there is no accident, he will be the future monarch. After he takes the throne, he will naturally not be allowed to marry a man… Forgetting, have you ever thought about the consequences of this kind of thing?”

Sui Yan was tired of hearing this kind of remarks. He would still want to refute to Jun Jingxing and Suixun, but there was no need to refute to Song Xian.

He vaguely said: “I know, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Sui Yanxu was tired from sitting, leaned back on the soft chair, and raised her feet unscrupulously to the edge of the table, looking very awkward.

Song Xian had a violent temper anyway, and said angrily: “I’m caring about you. This is a way of no return. Do you really want to go there alone?”

Hearing this, Sui Yan sneered slightly. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Song Xian with a smile, and said, “How do you know that I am going alone?”

Song Xian was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t expect this to be his focus, and immediately frowned.

“I have just said that the prince will always ascend to the throne one day, even if he is correct, the Manchu civil and military and the world’s subjects will not allow him to marry a man…”

Hearing this, Sui Yan didn’t know what he thought of, and even smiled happily.

Song Xian didn’t understand what he was laughing at, so he knocked on the table impatiently: “Forget going!”

Sui Yan stopped slowly. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, tilted his head and smiled slyly: “How do you know that he married me, not me?”

Song Xian: “…”

Duan Mingchong who just walked to the screen: “…”