Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The next day, Yu Wuhen arrived at the guest hall with Chu Qingchuan’s help, and saw Chu Yitian sat in the seat of honour. He got ready to kneel in respect.
When Chu Yitian saw this, he hurriedly walked over to Yu Wuhen and helped him up. “Lord Yu, no need for formalities. As the wealthiest man in Donghua, your status is quite significant. I cannot accept your kneel,” he said with a faint smile.
Yu Wuhen knew that Chu Yitian acknowledge his high status, and so he stopped in his tracks. “Greetings your highness the third prince,” he said with a cupped fist.
Chu Yitian knew that Yu Wuhen was an impartial person, and so he had an even better feeling about Yu Wuhen. “No need for formalities. Please rise, quickly. You may be the emperor’s son-in-law in the future, and so you don’t need to act like a stranger with me,” he said with a delighted smile.
Chu Yitian nodded slightly, then replied, “Thank you third prince for treating me so well.”
Chu Yitian saw that Yu Wuhen got to his feet, and so he spun around, walked over to the seat of honor and sat down.
Chu Qingchuan helped Yu Wuhen to take a seat on a lower seat.
“Milord, I plan to take Qingchuan back to the capital the day after tomorrow. If you genuinely would like to marry Qingchuan, I hope that you can come with us to the capital to propose before my father and mother. If you… aren’t willing to, then I won’t force you. After all, I’m sure you understand the principle behind ‘you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink,'” said Chu Yitian in no particular speed.
Chu Qingchuan looked shyly over at Yu Wuhen and secretly clenched her fists. It was inevitable for her heart to feel weary.
Yu Wuhen hesitated for a second, then said, “I would like to propose to the princess, but… I don’t know what kind of gift I should prepare for the emperor and empress. I hope you can give me a few tips.”
Chu Qingchuan suddenly couldn’t contain her joy. She kept her head down, not wanting other people to see her smile like a fool.
Chu Yitian glanced at the silly smile on Chu Qingchuan’s face and was happy for her. “Why of course. Later, I shall list my father and mother’s favorite items. Just follow that,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you very much, third prince,” thanked Yu Wuhen with his fist cupped at Chu Yitian.
Chu Qingchuan shot Chu Yitian a look, then stretched her neck out to point in one direction.
Chu Yitian twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly. “Then so be it. We’ll head back to the capital the day after tomorrow. I have some business to attend to, so I’ll leave first,” he said helplessly.
Then, he got to his feet and strode out.
After Chu Qingchuan saw Chu Yitian leave, she couldn’t contain the excitement in her heart. She sat on Yu Wuhen’s thigh, hugged Yu Wuhen’s neck, and gave him a hard kiss on the cheek. “Milord, I thought you that you didn’t want me when you found out my identity,” she said smiling happily.
Yu Wuhen hugged Chu Qingchuan back, but raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong? You had that little trust for me? How should I punish you?” He said.
Chu Qingchuan’s cheeks instantly turned red and mumbled, “Milord, you’re so bad.”
Yu Wuhen felt his breath was a little unstable and his manhood swelled up. The shy look on Chu Qingchuan’s face was simply too seductive. It made people want to violently make love to her.
Chu Qingchuan looked at Yu Wuhen with seductive eyes, as her cheeks turned increasingly red.
The atmosphere grew more flirtatious. Just when they were about to hit it off, Chu Qingchuan suddenly asked in curiosity, “Milord, why did you always used to wear a mask? You look pretty good like this! You look better than when you wear the mask!”
Yu Wuhen thought about something which instantly turned his gaze cold. “Chuchu, I’m not actually Yu Wuxia. I’m Yu Wuxia’s younger brother, Yu Wuhen.”
Chu Qingchuan was left instantly stunned. After a long while had passed, she asked, “The… then why are you acting as your older brother? Why don’t you just be yourself in public? What’s so bad about being yourself?”
Yu Wuhen obviously didn’t want to mention the past, so he simply answered, “Because my brother died for me.”
Chu Qingchuan blanked out for a second. Suddenly, she understood and looked at Yu Wuhen with a heartbroken look on her face.
Yu Wuhen must have felt really guilty all these years. He must have blamed himself.
But what’s lost is lost. Even if he continued to pretend, things wouldn’t go back to how they were before.