Looking at Sang Yu getting in, the coachman thought to himself: It's terrible, it's terrible, someone is going to die!
The prince is now twenty-five years old. For some reason, he has never taken a wife or a concubine.
In the past, many women were attracted to him, but he avoided them.
Because of Sang Yu's habit of cutting off his sleeves, the national style of Sang Yun Kingdom gradually became more open, and men who had the habit of cutting off their sleeves no longer concealed it.
Previously, several young masters saw that Sang Yu had never married and thought that he also had that kind of habit, so they tried to get close to him, but there was only one end - death.
Sang Yu seems not to like women, nor men.
He is like a celibate monk who has no interest in anyone.
He never liked others getting too close to him, let alone riding in the same carriage.
He was also ordered not to allow anyone to approach his carriage.
But the other party was the emperor, so he didn't dare to stop him.
It's really embarrassing.
The coachman thought this way, and was worried that Sang Yu would throw Sang Yu down. In that case, everyone in the Regent's Palace would be implicated, and he would have to think carefully about how to escape...
The coachman waited for a long time, but instead of waiting for Sang Yu to throw Sang Yu down, he waited for Sang Yu's words.
"Let's go."
The coachman looked inside and saw that the curtains were tightly covered and could not see anything.
How strange.
At this time, in the carriage, Sang Yu looked at Sang Yu with a smile on her face.
"Thank you, Uncle Emperor, for giving me a ride." She blinked and moved closer to him, "I still have a question that I haven't been able to find the answer to. I hope Uncle Emperor can help solve it."
The carriage was not very bright, and the shimmering light seeping through the window panes made Sang Yu's face look a bit eerie.
Sang Yu, who still wanted to get closer, was timid for no reason. She stepped back and didn't speak for a long time.
If he hadn't wanted to find out why she had changed so much, Sang Yu would not have left her in the carriage.
"What's the problem?" He said quietly.
There was tea on the small table in the middle of the carriage, and he folded his sleeves to pour it.
Looking from Sang Yu's line of sight, he happened to see his long crow-feather eyelashes slightly drooping in front of him, covering his cold and deep dark pupils.
Different from the cold white clothes he had seen before, Sang Yu was now wearing a dark gold embroidered python robe, and he had another calm and cold temperament.
However, no matter how cold his temperament is, it can't hide his exquisite and beautiful appearance.
The eyebrows are sharp but not sharp, and the long eyelashes that hang slightly soften his gloomy and cold temperament a bit, and the crimson lips have a vaguely seductive meaning.
Look at his fingers again.
He is thin, with very obvious joints, his fingernails are light pink, and his skin is cold white, but there is a faint sense of morbidity.
With his white fingertips resting on the navy blue teapot, he easily poured a cup of tea. He lifted the teacup and looked up.
At this moment, Sang Yu was fascinated by his beauty and looked at him: "..." She was embarrassed.
Sang Yu looked away. Maybe it was because the weather was too hot. She suddenly felt her mouth was dry.
She leaned over and poured herself a cup of tea, which relieved her a little.
Holding the tea cup, Sang Yu stared at him seriously and asked slowly: "Uncle Emperor, why have I never seen you smile?"
Sang Yu:......
"Uncle Emperor, just smile. You must look good when you smile."
Listening to Sang Yu's rambling words, Sang Yu slightly raised his slender eyelashes, revealing his dark and cold eyes and looking at her with an expressionless face.
(End of chapter)
