GSY Chapter62

Cen Yelan returned to the capital with a large army from the northern border. Although everything had to be kept simple since the death of the late emperor, but he was cold and aloof by nature and never liked such occasions; however, he could not avoid socializing with various parties either.

 

Yuan Zheng’s madness was a big deal in the capital. He was the late emperor’s favorite prince, the one who had the best chance of entering the Eastern Palace, a devil in the world, arrogant and domineering. Now he was crazy and stupid, and countless people were gloating and waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

 

Today at King Qin’s mansion. After three rounds of drinking, the whole house was in a state of debauchery.

 

Amid the sound of stringed instruments, someone mentioned Yuan Zheng, and the voice gradually became louder.

 

“Can that person really get better?”

 

Someone burped and sneered, “What better? When he just came back, His Majesty asked the imperial physicians to move over. After ten days and a half month, he was able to jump around, but he was still crazy.”

 

“He bit a big hole in Imperial Physician Li’s hand.”

 

Someone else was surprised and asked, “Why did he bite people ah?”

 

“Ha.” He looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were attracted to him, so he slowly said, “He said he didn’t want the imperial physician to give him acupuncture because it’s painful!”

 

Everyone was shocked and then burst into laughter.

 

“What’s this? Some time ago, the Young Master of Marquis Ping An’s family was flying a kite. He saw it and climbed up the wall, trying to catch the kite with his hands and feet, shouting, ‘butterfly, butterfly!’” The man said with a smile, “The servants were scared, and the Young Master pulled the kite to tease him, wanting him to jump off the wall, and he really jumped.”

 

“And then?”

 

“You all know Young Master Zhao’s temper. They have never gotten along. He always suppressed Young Master Zhao before. Now that Young Master Zhao has the chance, how could he let it go so easily?”

 

Cen Yelan held the gilded wine cup in his hand and looked over. He vaguely remembered that the person who spoke was a descendant of a noble family with the surname Zhang. The first seat, King Qin, was drunk, and his face was red. He was talking and laughing with the concubine in his arms. He didn’t know whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk. He lowered his eyes and looked at the yellow wine in the cup. Those words and laughter were sharply sent to his ears, mixed with ridicule and naked malice. Cen Yelan felt more and more disgusted.

 

Cen Yelan had heard this several times. From the nobles to the common people, Yuan Zheng had become a joke in the entire capital.

 

The conversation was still going on, and someone urged, “Don’t keep us in suspense. Say it quickly.”

 

Someone interrupted and said, “I remember that two years ago, the Young Master of Marquis Ping An had an argument with Xiao Junwang, Fang Jing. It was the Seventh Prince who intervened, beat the Young Master up, and threw him into the moat.” As soon as he said that, those dandy young men remembered it, and a look of understanding appeared on their faces.

 

The man lowered his voice and continued, “The Young Master coaxed that fool by making him kneel on the ground and bark like a dog.”

 

Everyone gasped, and Cen Yelan clenched the wine glass tightly, almost crushing it.

 

“…Isn’t this too much?” Someone whispered, “His Majesty is very kind to him.”

 

“His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and Marquis Ping An has made great contributions and is in charge of the city defense battalion as well as the imperial guards.” The man snorted and laughed, “His Majesty can only turn a blind eye to it.”

 

Everyone was silent for a moment and then asked, “Did he shout?”

 

“Yuan Qi[mfn]This was referring to YZ as he’s seventh in order[/mfn] is crazy but not stupid.” Someone suddenly sneered, “Why would he agree to his wishes?”

 

“Exactly. He only wanted the kite and didn’t even look at Young Master Zhao. If Young Master Zhao didn’t give it to him, he would just reach out and snatch it.” That man said. “Yuan Qi was so powerful back then. He relied on his skills, and no one could get anything from him. Now he’s gone crazy and has nothing but brute force. He was beaten up by the guards around Young Master Zhao.”

 

“Later, if Miss Meng hadn’t come back, I’m afraid Young Master Zhao wouldn’t have let it go.”

 

With a click, a crack appeared on the wine glass. Cen Yelan looked at that person solemnly, raised his hand, and drank all the wine in the glass. He stood up and staggered two steps. The maid who was adding wine behind him wanted to help him, but Cen Yelan waved his hand and pushed her away, then told King Qin that he couldn’t hold his liquor and wanted to leave first.

 

King Qin dazedly raised his head from the land of tenderness, looked at Cen Yelan, and said jokingly, “How come General Cen’s alcohol tolerance is still so poor after all these years? Are you drunk already?”

 

Cen Yelan said, “Your Highness, please forgive me.”

 

“Whatever.” King Qin waved his hand, hugged the concubine in his arms, and said with a drunken smile, “Someone, see General Cen off.”

 

Cen Yelan walked out of the mansion and declined the carriage. When there was no one behind him, he slowly stood up, and his eyes became calm. The evening breeze in the capital was still a little chilly. Cen Yelan stood quietly for a while, his mind still echoing with the discussions of Yuan Zheng by those dandies tonight. He felt inexplicably blocked in his heart, both anxious and angry.

 

Su Chenzhao examined Yuan Zheng that day, and Yuan Zheng had indeed suffered a head injury after falling off a cliff. Now that he was insane, even Su Chenzhao was helpless, and he made the same diagnosis as the imperial physicians, which was that Yuan Zheng might recover after a while, or he might never recover.

 

A lifetime—Cen Yelan thought, how could Yuan Zheng be crazy for a lifetime?

 

Cen Yelan unconsciously walked, and when he looked up, he found that Yuan Zheng’s mansion was right in front of him. He looked for a moment, raised his hand to put on a mask, and then jumped onto the roof and went directly to Yuan Zheng’s yard. Although there were guards in the mansion, but Cen Yelan’s martial arts skills were outstanding, and ordinary people could hardly detect him.

 

Unexpectedly, when Cen Yelan arrived, he saw Yuan Zheng being pressed into the pool in the yard by several people. They grabbed the back of his neck and pressed and lifted him up, revealing Yuan Zheng’s miserable face.

 

Cen Yelan only felt a buzzing in his head, and when he reacted, he had already appeared and kicked those people out heavily. Cen Yelan grabbed Yuan Zheng’s shoulders and pulled him out of the water. Yuan Zheng’s face was pale, his mouth was tied with a piece of strip, and his whole body was wet, looking very miserable.

 

“Who dares to meddle in other people’s business!” The leader shouted.

 

Cen Yelan looked at that person coldly and said, “You guys are so brave for trying to murder the royal family!”

 

The several people looked at each other, drew their swords, and rushed towards Cen Yelan. As soon as they started fighting, Cen Yelan felt that they were all good fighters. He was so angry that he showed no mercy. The short blade in his hand directly cut a person’s neck. Seeing a knife stabbing at his side, he grabbed the dead body and pushed it forward. He kicked him with his long leg and made him spit blood.

 

Cen Yelan left him alive. He stepped on the leader’s chest, squatted down, and said indifferently, “Who sent you to kill him?”

 

The dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood, and he was wearing a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes, as cold and eerie as a demon.

 

That person’s face turned pale, and his lips trembled. Cen Yelan stepped harder, stepping on him until his eyes went dark. He then said in a trembling voice, “We are not here to kill people!”

 

Cen Yelan calmly said, “Oh?”

 

That person panicked even more, trembling, “We just wanted, wanted to teach him a lesson.”

 

“Whose orders?” Cen Yelan asked.

 

The other party seemed to have regained his confidence and hurriedly said, “Zhao, Young Master Zhao! Hero, noble man… please let us go. We are all from the Marquis Ping An’s Mansion. If you kill us, Young Master Zhao will not let it go.”

 

“If you let us go, we will leave now and will never tell anyone what happened tonight!”

 

Cen Yelan looked at him and suddenly smiled. His fingertips crossed, and the dagger cut his throat. He whispered, “Who do you think you are—”

 

“Is it your turn to humiliate and teach him a lesson?”