Su Chenzhao stared blankly at the confrontation between the two. He was completely stunned. He looked at Cen Yelan’s figure blocking in front of him, his brows knitted tightly, and he was rarely angry. He stammered when he spoke, “Your Highness the Seventh, Seventh Prince, how could you say this, nonsense… nonsense!”
“I’m applying oint, ointment to Ah Lan!” He was so angry that even his cheeks turned red.
Yuan Zheng was a proud man who had always been pampered. Cen Yelan slapped him in front of Su Chenzhao, which was extremely embarrassing. He said coldly, “Get lost, do you have the right to speak?”
Su Chenzhao didn’t care. He stared at Yuan Zheng and said anxiously and laboriously, “Also, Ah Lan’s body is not, not deformed!”
Su Chenzhao’s words simply added fuel to the fire. Yuan Zheng stared at the two of them, his mind full of thoughts that Su Chenzhao actually knew that Cen Yelan’s body was different, and maybe he had even seen it. He laughed and said, “Good, good!”
Yuan Zheng suddenly turned his face and kicked Su Chenzhao hard. Su Chenzhao was originally a weak physician who didn’t know martial arts, and Yuan Zheng’s kick sent him flying, hitting the bed frame and the wooden pedal at the foot of the bed.
Cen Yelan was unable to stop him, his expression shifted drastically. “Chenzhao!”
Su Chenzhao spat out a large mouthful of blood, and Cen Yelan’s eyes turned red when he saw the blood. He helped Su Chenzhao up and put him on the bed. He felt his pulse and said angrily, “Yuan Zheng, what are you crazy about!”
Yuan Zheng sneered, “Are you distressed? I tell you, Cen Yelan, if your Seventh Prince wants his life today, he won’t live to see tomorrow!”
Before he finished speaking, a strong wind rushed to his face. It turned out that Cen Yelan had already made a move. The two exchanged two moves, and Yuan Zheng said angrily, “You attacked me for him again!”
Cen Yelan said in a cold voice, “Chenzhao is my best friend. Between him and me is clean. How can you humiliate and hurt him!” He didn’t know when a dagger appeared in his palm. The dagger was sharp. If Yuan Zheng hadn’t been so perceptive, the tip of the knife would have stabbed into his body already.
Yuan Zheng felt cold in his heart, and he became more and more unwilling. He stared at Cen Yelan and laughed in anger, “Best friend? If I really kill him, will you kill me, huh?”
“Yuan Zheng!” Cen Yelan said coldly, “If you act crazy again today because you are drunk, I will really not show mercy.”
Yuan Zheng almost bit the word ‘mercy’ to pieces. He raised his hand to grab the dagger from Cen Yelan’s hand. The two of them fought and kicked, and the table and chairs were broken and finally fell to the ground in a mess. Yuan Zheng was drunk, strong, and crazy. He didn’t care about the sharpness of the dagger. He took the blow and let the dagger pierce his shoulder before he pushed Cen Yelan under him, pinched his hands viciously, and said, “Cen Yelan, you are talking about mercy, have you ever been kind to me? When have you ever been kind to me?”
Cen Yelan looked at the trembling handle of the dagger and the blood stains. He was stunned when he heard Yuan Zheng’s questioning in his ear. He didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Yuan Zheng said, “Look at this northern border. You are kind and tolerant to everyone. You can even forgive Cen Yi. But you are being stingy with me!” His voice was slightly hoarse. “I know I was wrong before. I bullied you, but I know I was wrong.”
“Cen Yelan, I know I was wrong…”
Cen Yelan looked at Yuan Zheng. The young man stared at him intently. His hair was messed up. He looked embarrassed and fierce, but his eyes were slightly red, with a bit of unspeakable grievance.
Cen Yelan closed his eyes and said, “Yuan Zheng, go now.”
Yuan Zheng was stunned and asked Cen Yelan, “To where?”
Cen Yelan said, “Yanjing, Qingzhou, anywhere.” He sighed tiredly, “Stay away from me…”
Yuan Zheng squeezed harder with his hands. He lowered his head, looked into Cen Yelan’s eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, “Impossible, don’t even think about it, Cen Yelan, don’t even think about it!”
Cen Yelan groaned in pain, his wrist seemed to be strangled, but his tone became calmer. “Why are you pestering me?”
“I won’t like you. You said you knew you were wrong. I would forgive you just because you know you were wrong?”
Yuan Zheng was stunned and murmured, “But I like you…”
Cen Yelan’s heart suddenly ached. He lowered his eyes and smiled, saying, “Like, heh, only the feelings of a noble like you are precious. If you like someone, you should continue to support them. Why should you just brush off the humiliation and pain you have caused?”
“Yuan Zheng, how can such a good thing happen in this world?”
Yuan Zheng seemed to be hurt by his words and was a little at a loss and actually let go of Cen Yelan. Cen Yelan’s wrists were hanging with a circle of dazzling red. Yuan Zheng subconsciously wanted to touch it, but Cen Yelan waved his hand away.
Yuan Zheng’s hands were empty, and his heart felt empty too. The dagger wound on his shoulder began to hurt, so much so that it felt like it was being strangled by his heart.
Yuan Zheng said with difficulty, “Cen Yelan, give me some time—” He wanted to say that he had never loved anyone before and wanted Cen Yelan to give him more time. But Cen Yelan interrupted him, looking calm, and said, “Yuan Zheng, do you know why Beicang Pass became an isolated city?”
In an instant, Yuan Zheng seemed to understand something, and his face turned pale.
Cen Yelan said, “Although Cen Yi colluded with the enemy, if it weren’t for you, the Seventh Prince, Heshan Prefecture would not have been lost, and I would not have fallen into such a desperate situation either.”
“The Northern Border Army has never been involved in the court affairs.” Cen Yelan looked at Yuan Zheng with a cold gaze. He crushed the sincerity that Yuan Zheng had offered with his own hands and said softly, “It was you who dragged the Northern Border Army into the struggle for imperial power.”
Yuan Zheng’s body shook, his lips trembled, but he pursed them tightly.
Cen Yelan said, “Yuan Zheng, I am already thirty years old. If you want me to live a few more years, please stay away from me. I don’t want to die in a dirty conspiracy instead of on a battlefield one day.”
Yuan Zheng’s throat was choked with blood. He grabbed the stool that had been kicked over beside him and slowly stood up. His face was pale. He looked at Cen Yelan and said, “You blame me?”
Cen Yelan tightened the hands in his sleeves and said, “Yes.”
Yuan Zheng could no longer suppress his anger, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He laughed and said hoarsely, “You actually blame me? Even you blame me?”
“Who should I blame then, huh?” Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan, and the two were speechless. After a while, Yuan Zheng seemed to have become disheartened. He said softly, “Cen Yelan, you really only hate me.”
Yuan Zheng pulled the dagger out of his body, loosened his hand, and the bloody blade rolled a few times before falling at Cen Yelan’s feet.
Yuan Zheng no longer looked at Cen Yelan, turned around, and left, his back was lonely.
Cen Yelan looked at the dagger at his feet. After a long time, he slowly squatted down and picked up the dagger.
Cen Yelan reached out and touched the blood on the dagger. The blood was still somewhat warm, but it was getting colder and colder, chilling to the bone.
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