The next day.
Yin Shi.
It's still dark in the Prince's East Palace.
The incense in the incense burner burned quietly, with a faint scent of ambergris mixed with the not-so-strong medicinal scent.
The light was bright, and under the exquisite candlestick, Chu Ling, dressed in green clothes, stood in front of the desk, painting.
The long hair is hanging down, and the cold white profile is reflected in the firelight, shadowy, cold and dusty.
It was quiet in the palace, he was the only one.
He coughed a few times, his lips pale and sickly.
I started to drink tea, but found that the cup was empty.
Next to him, the little man who usually took the initiative to pour him tea was not there.
His Highness the Crown Prince looked at the empty teacup for a while, then looked sideways at the seat next to him where the person should be standing.
Too quiet, compared to usual.
His hand fell on the cup, his fingertips twitching slightly.
His eyes fell on the table, where the books the little man borrowed from the library were still placed.
Being suppressed under the memorial, in an inconspicuous position.
In my ears, her exceptionally soft and innocent voice seemed to ring out in the exceptionally cold air.
"Your Highness~"
Always following him, like a little tail.
Chu Ling looked at the empty position with a very calm emotion.
After a long time, he looked away as if nothing had happened.
Two days later.
Yun Mansion.
In the main hall, Yun Si looked at Yun Yanzhang in front of her, dumbfounded.
"Brother, you——"
The boy in front of her who was the same age as her had thick makeup on his face at the moment.
In order to match her skin tone, Mica put milky white foundation on him, making his entire face look like a wall.
It's so white that it scares people to death.
Chun Ying was also stunned and her mouth grew big.
"Young... Young Master, you..."
Yun Hezhong, who was sitting in the main seat, pressed his eyebrows and looked like he didn't want to speak.
Mica is calm, even a little confident.
"How is it? You can't see it like this, right? Your Highness certainly can't see it." ap.
"..." Yun Si was about to open her mouth, but her expression was hard to describe, "Mom, my brother is like this... Your Highness really can't see it?"
Isn't this - bluffing Chu Ling as if he were a fool?
This is too...
Yun Yanzhang, who had a face like a white wall, seemed to realize that it didn't look good when he saw everyone's expressions.
Now, he started making trouble again, wiping his face with his hands.
"I just said it doesn't look good! I don't wear makeup! I don't want to put on these things!"
"No, no, no, Zhang'er, you look good, you look good——"
Yun Yu quickly coaxed him, "It doesn't look bad, who says it doesn't look good?"
"Be good, Zhang'er. Just bear with it. It will be fine soon."
"...If you can't, just confess to His Highness and apologize." Yun Hezhong looked at this farce-like scene and was helpless to say.
"You and I can't hide anymore. I'll go and plead guilty, and maybe I won't hurt you either..."
"No!" Yun Mu, who was comforting her son, heard this and rejected it, "Absolutely not."
"Your Highness hasn't discovered it yet, so we can't take the initiative to confess——"
"Then what should we do? We can't wait until His Highness finds out before we admit it, right?"
Yun Hezhong's tone suddenly became passionate, "If you take the initiative to plead guilty, you may have a chance to beg for mercy, but if you are exposed, it will definitely be a death penalty!"
"That won't work!" Yun Mu said firmly, "It would be a death penalty to take the initiative. Rather than doing this, it's better to wait until the end."
"lady!"
"master!"
Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Yun Si, as a child, silently hugged Chun Ying and acted as a transparent person.
On the side, Yun Yanzhang, whose face was as white as a ghost, looked confused.
