Wan Yue entered the young man's study and found that the large room was filled with bookshelves stacked with countless books.
"So many —" Wan Yue's small mouth opened slightly and forgot to close it for a long time.
"My father's book collection." The young man's voice had a hint of a smile and a hint of pride.
This was the first time Wan Yue heard the young man talk about his family.
Unknowingly, Wan Yue had been here for half a year and the deadline with the Iceman was approaching.
Wan Yue was so anxious that she couldn't even concentrate on her daily studies and was quickly seen through by the young man.
"If you don't like learning then give it up, why force yourself?"
Listening to Wan Yue's messy playing, the young man's face flashed with anger.
Wan Yue hung her head, dispirited and stammering as she voiced out her worries.
"Just for this?" The young man was surprised.
Wan Yue said, "If Langjun doesn't like it then the Iceman will send me back and then … I'll be sold by Auntie again."
The young man sat by the zither table, not knowing what to think.
"I'm afraid that for the rest of my life I'll be neighbors with the mausoleum and never be able to leave." The young man sighed, "You're still young, I'll talk to that woman and ask her to help you arrange a marriage. She's the most obedient lackey in the world, obeying the orders of the most powerful person in the world. "
Wan Yue didn't know why the young man wanted to live in seclusion near the mausoleum but from the looks of it, he had his own reasons as well as external constraints.
For more than half a year, the young man's largest area of activity was near the mausoleum and he never spent the night outside, returning as soon as it was dark.
"But, but … what if Wan Yue covets Langjun's looks and no longer likes anyone else?"
The Jiang dynasty was open, it was common for women to confess their love to men.
In the troubled times of twenty or thirty years ago, Wan Yue could have married at this age.
"You're still young."
"In a few days you'll be twelve, in a few years you'll be eighteen, not young."
After rounding it up she would be an adult!
Wan Yue gathered her courage, she knew that there was no better person in the world than the young man in front of her.
The young man was speechless, facing Wan Yue who was smaller than him he didn't say anything.
In his eyes she was just a naive child.
Wan Yue had lived with the young man in the back mountain of the mausoleum for nearly six years. In the blink of an eye, she had grown into a slender and elegant beauty.
The young man still looked the same, except that his facial features were more mature. Time seemed to have stopped on him.
One day, she went out to pick some fruits that she had planted. When she returned home, she found that there were many exquisite carriages and horses outside the courtyard.
She nervously moved forward, but was not stopped.
Wanyue saw the "Iceman" from several years ago. He was dressed in a green and white chrysanthemum dress, looking very capable and experienced.
"Who are you?" Wan Yue asked anxiously.
The other party also looked at her. After a while, he recognized her as the girl from many years ago.
"The First Lady is talking to the Second Langjun inside. Let's wait here."
"Iceman" nodded and smiled at her, which made Lanyue even more nervous.
The "First Lady" inside, was that his family?
It was strange. Since Wan Yue first met the young man, he had always been wearing plain clothes, a plain forehead cloth, and a belt. He even avoided greasy food. If he was mourning for his family, he wouldn't have been mourning for six or seven years, would he?
Standing in the corridor, Wan Yue relied on her good hearing to faintly hear the conversation in the room.
"After a few years, have you reflected on yourself?"
The one who spoke was a woman. Her voice was slightly hoarse, but inexplicably carried a strong aura.
The young man sneered. "What do I have to reflect on myself?"
The woman said, "Even now, you still don't think you're wrong?"
The young man pursed his lips and said nothing. Wan Yue's heart inexplicably tightened.
Although she didn't know what happened to the young man's family, she had been with him for many years and often saw regret and frustration in his eyes.
The young man's voice rose a few octaves. He said, "You think I'm wrong? Jiang Yan, you've had all the good things in the world. Why is it that even when I'm asking for an explanation, I'm being accused of 'treason'? We're clearly siblings from the same mother. You're powerful, and I'm just the son of a concubine. You've been carefully taught by her, and I've been secretly ridiculed. Jiang Yan, how have I done worse than you? You were born a proud son of heaven, but when I was born, my identity was erased, and I was marked as a dead person … Has she ever asked me how I feel? "
Wan Yue was frightened like a startled bird. She had known the young man for so many years, but when had she ever seen him so emotional?
The woman in the room said calmly, "In the end, it's still hard for you to calm down."
"Yes!" The young man said, "I would rather accept the imperial edict and commit suicide in front of the palace than live out my days in this mausoleum's back mountain!"
The woman sighed. "I thought that since you've lived here for so long, you should be able to calm down and reflect on the situation back then. The Grand Tutor has high hopes for you, and Mother has high expectations for you, but you only know how to throw a tantrum. Ask for an explanation? The price of asking for an explanation is simply too heavy. "
The young man didn't answer, but the sound of something heavy falling came from the room, as if someone had thrown something on the table to the ground.
"Jiang Yan, it's easy for you to say. She's never looked me in the eye … not even once … "
If he didn't know the truth, the young man could still muddle along. No matter what, he was the only son of the Grand Tutor of the current Crown Princess. Even though he was Teng Qie's bastard son, he could still live a happy life. However, the truth was cruel. He was actually the son of the Emperor, and back then, he was posthumously conferred the title of Crown Prince Zhang Zuo.
Two identities, one earth, the other heaven.
He couldn't calm down. Why did he have to be stripped of his identity at birth?
Since he was to be despised and abandoned at birth, he might as well not have been born at all.
They were of the same mother, but their treatment was so different!
At that time, he was indeed naive and ignorant, deceived by others. He actually suspected that his biological father wasn't his biological father, but a villain who had secretly stolen the Crown Prince.
He mistakenly thought his biological father was his enemy. Later, he found out … that the person who had stripped him of his identity was none other than the Sovereign of the Nine and Five.
Before he could recover from such a huge truth, one blow after another came crashing down on him, causing him to see stars.
His biological father insisted that he was impersonating Crown Prince Zhang Zuo, and before he could refute, he pulled out his sword and committed suicide.
When the young man received this news, his vision darkened. He felt as if the world had collapsed, and he couldn't hear anything else.
His biological mother, who was said to have passed away, woke up again. Under the terrified gazes of the civil and military officials, she methodically cleaned up a bunch of rebels. Those who should be arrested were arrested, and those who should be killed were killed. Those who were arrogant and complacent not long ago were all sent to prison, but he, the "mastermind", was left to the side, and he didn't even look at him … Even when his biological mother really passed away due to a critical illness, he still didn't receive any word about his punishment.
He was actually like a clown, ignored to this point.
"You didn't look at me properly?" The woman smiled, "So, that's what you think. Then, do you want to hear what I have to say? "
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