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At this moment, heavy snow fell in Cangzhou.
In the military camp of Cangzhou, a banquet was held to celebrate the conquest of thirteen cities in Yunzhou. After drinking heartily with his long-lost father, Lou Yu took a jar of fine wine and found a secluded spot.
He truly wanted to get gloriously drunk. A reunion with his father, military power in his hands, and the people's expectations resting on him—this world seemed within his grasp. Yet, why did he feel an emptiness in his heart?
As he drank, Lou Yu curled one leg up and leaned against a rock. From this vantage point, he gazed towards Chongzhou, the direction where Ye Chen was heading home. Since he could not see him now, he raised his cup to the moon, sending a toast across the distance to wish him a safe journey home.
Lifting the jar of wine, Lou Yu smiled at the moon and sighed softly, "Ye Chen, may you travel safely."
With that, he took a deep swig. The strong liquor flowed down his throat like icy water at first, but in an instant, that chill transformed into fire, burning through his limbs and organs, leaving him feeling hot all over.
As the wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, Lou Yu set down the jar, wiped away the moisture with a satisfied smile, and then leaned back.
In a daze with his eyes closed, it seemed someone was shaking him and calling out to him, "Lou Yu, wake up."
He raised a hand to cover his ears, feeling irritated enough to want to kick out at whoever it was.
But when he did kick out, tears unexpectedly fell from his eyes.
He didn't know why he cried.
Ye Chen, Pei Guanjing's love for you is no less than mine. Why don’t you like me?
When Lou Yu woke up again, he felt disoriented as he looked down at Ye Chen nestled in his arms. He stared for a long time in confusion. How did he end up here?
Without thinking much further, he reached out to caress Ye Chen's delicate face; the soft skin felt warm and smooth like jade beneath his fingertips.
Looking down at Ye Chen nestled in the crook of his arm, it was clear that he had drunk too much.
His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy with intoxication; he probably didn’t even know who he was at this moment.
Ye Chen’s lips parted slightly, and soft murmurs escaped, as if he were whispering something. Lou Yu leaned closer, catching the faint words: “Guanjing, I like you.”
A wave of darkness surged in Lou Yu’s heart. He reached out, pulling Ye Chen into his embrace. His cool lips pressed against Ye Chen’s burning forehead as he whispered, “Ye Chen, do you also have to like Pei Guanjing in my dreams?”
After speaking, he traced his fingers over Ye Chen’s red lips. They felt smooth and soft, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with the delicate scent of hawthorn—this was Ye Chen’s essence.
Lou Yu felt a surge of emotion and couldn’t help but kiss down from Ye Chen’s forehead.
He kissed his eyes, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose gently before finally landing on those tender, glistening red lips.
Their noses touched, breaths mingling, and he could faintly smell the rich fragrance reminiscent of Sea Begonia as Ye Chen exhaled.
Lou Yu gazed at those plump crimson lips, momentarily lost in desire, unable to resist leaning in for a sweet kiss.
But just as his lips were about to meet Ye Chen’s, a furious shout rang out: “Let him go.”
Without needing to look up, Lou Yu knew it was Pei Guanjing without a doubt.
Even in his dreams, he had to compete with him for Ye Chen.
After that shout, Lou Yu suddenly opened his eyes to see soldiers in the distance holding torches searching for him.
He let out a helpless smile, picked up a nearby wine jug, and took a deep drink before slamming the jug down onto the ground, producing a crisp sound.
Hearing the noise, the soldier quickly approached and stood behind him.
Lou Yu gazed into the distance towards Chongzhou, his lips slightly moving as he extended a hand to catch a snowflake. Watching it melt in his palm, he suddenly turned and asked, "What is it?"
"Reporting to the Heir Apparent, a convoy escorting King Huai'an's son Liu Chen is passing through Yunzhou. Should we intercept them?"
At these words, Lou Yu's previously muddled expression instantly cleared. He turned in disbelief and asked, "Who did you say?"
The soldier repeated, "King Huai'an's son Liu Chen."
Lou Yu was stunned.
Yunzhou had long been divided among him, King Huai'an, and Pei Guanjing. In such turbulent times, how could Pei Guanjing allow Ye Chen to pass through his territory? Was that even possible?
But soon, Lou Yu realized that while Pei Guanjing might not permit it, it didn't necessarily mean that Ye Chen wasn't acting on his own accord.
Having figured this out, he quickly smiled and ran down the official road towards the mountain. After a few steps, he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to ask which direction they were coming from.
So he turned back and asked, "Where are they now?"
Seeing Lou Yu smiling brightly, the soldier pointed silently behind him.
Then they all saw their valiant and formidable General Xiao Lou pulling over a swift horse and galloping straight towards that direction. His anxious demeanor suggested he had never rushed into battle quite like this before.
Several people exchanged glances, speechless. This was...
Before they could look any longer, a figure emerged from the corner, and it was Princess Huaiyang, Lou Yan.
She glanced at Lou Yu's retreating figure, swept her gaze over them, and said in a low voice, "He knows?"
The group quickly clasped their fists in salute.
"Yes."
They were even more fearful of Princess Huaiyang than of General Xiao Lou. Though she belonged to Kun Ze, the pressure she exuded was no less formidable; in fact, it felt even more intimidating.
Upon receiving the answer, Lou Yan adjusted her hair and waved her hand to dismiss them. She then stood high above, watching Lou Yu's diminishing silhouette, the depth of her emotions growing more profound.
Her brother was good in every way, but there was one flaw—he placed too much importance on feelings.
Whether it was Ye Chen or Liu Chen, if they obstructed the path of the Lou family, then they could not be spared.
Since you are reluctant to act, let your sister lend you a hand.
A glint of cold light flashed in Lou Yan's eyes as she waved her sleeve and departed. The intricate and resplendent palace robe glided through the night sky like a whisper, leaving no trace behind.
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