"Ye Ling, let's go."

  Yun Luo's eyes swept over Yi Bufan's disheveled appearance one last time before turning to walk slowly into the boundless, dark night.

  Yelüng had intended to follow Yunluo's departure, but it seemed he couldn't bear the sight of Yifan's dishevelment. He paused for a moment, his back still turned to the middle-aged man behind him, and said, "Uncle, considering you're my mother's brother, I'll tell you something too - the imperial family of Liújīn is doomed, so stop helping the emperor kill people."

  After he finished speaking, he didn't look back at the man again and quickly chased after Yunluo Feng in the direction she had left.

  Buzz!

  Yi Bufan slumped in his chair, a bitter smile spreading across his face: "Bai Ling, back then you didn't choose me because I was too just and strict, but Yun Yang is a passionate man? Could it be that my loyalty to the Emperor is also a mistake?"

  His handsome face was filled with a painful expression, as if he had fallen into deep memories.

  "If I could relive my life, I'd want to be an ordinary person, without any burdens. Then, even if it meant risking everything for a beauty, it wouldn't be impossible. Unfortunately, I was born destined to never have such a chance."

  Yi Bu Fan ordered someone to bring him a bottle of white wine, and he downed it in one gulp. In the years that followed, every time he thought of that peerless beauty, he needed the numbing effect of alcohol to fall asleep peacefully.

  ……

  "Miss, you're back?"

  The second prince's mansion, a faint wisp of smoke, and Xiao Yatou saw Yunluo Feng returning. Her crescent moon-like eyes sparkled as she hurriedly welcomed him, smiling and saying: "Miss, you've been out all night, I'm sure you're tired. I've already asked the kitchen staff to prepare a bowl of chicken soup for you, drink it before sleeping."

  "Good."

  Yun Luo walked into the house, and suddenly a refreshing fragrance wafted up to her nose. She walked over to the bowl of wonton soup, sat down at the table, lightly scooped up a spoonful of the fragrant soup, and slowly brought it to her mouth.

  "Why is this meal different from the one at noon?" Yunluo Qing raised an eyebrow, "This chef is not bad, even better than the culinary skills of the General's Mansion. Tomorrow I will mention it to Ye Ling and ask him to send this chef to me. The old man will definitely like it."

  Yun Luo had no hobbies, but he loved to eat. As a result, the chefs in General's Mansion were all high-priced hires. Yun Luo, who was used to eating at General's Mansion, found it difficult to adapt when he came to Liujin Country. Unexpectedly, the third prince's mansion also had such an excellent chef.

  Qingyan looked at Yunluo Feng with a somewhat guilty conscience: "Miss, isn't this not quite right? After all, this chef is from the Ye Ling Fu..."

  "What's wrong with that?" Yun Luo finished a bowl of wonton soup, then took the handkerchief handed over by Qing Yan and wiped her mouth, stretched lazily and stood up from her seat. "Tomorrow I will make this request to Ye Ling, now I'm tired, Qing Yan, you go down first."

  "Yes, miss, I'll take my leave."

  Qīng yān jí máng duān qǐ kōng wǎn, xīn xū de xiàng zhe wài miàn zǒu qù, tā zhèng zài xīn zhōng sī kǎo zhe gāi zěn me qù yuán zhè ge huǎng yán.

  Translation:

  Light smoke hastily picked up the empty bowl and walked out with a guilty conscience, she was thinking in her heart about how to make this lie come true.

  In the courtyard, under the pitch-black night sky, a man in a black long gown hid himself within this darkness, as if he had merged with the night.

  Qingyan caught sight of the cold-looking man in the courtyard at a glance, thought for a moment, and then walked over: "I've followed your orders, sent the wonton soup to Miss, and didn't let her know it was you who made it for her."

  "Uh," The man's tone was as cold as ever, as if he didn't want to say another word to anyone except Yun Luo Xue, "Give this to her."