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At this moment, heavy snow fell in Cangzhou.
In the Military Camp of Cangzhou, a banquet was held to celebrate the conquest of thirteen cities in Yunzhou. After drinking heartily with his long-lost father, Lou Yu took a jar of clear wine to a secluded spot.
He truly wanted to get thoroughly drunk. With the reunion of father and son, military power in hand, and the people's expectations resting on him, it seemed that the world was within his grasp. Yet, why did his heart feel so empty, as if a piece were missing?
As he drank, Lou Yu bent one leg and sat against a rock. From this vantage point, he gazed towards Chongzhou, the direction Ye Chen was heading home. Since he could not see him now, he decided to raise his cup to the moon and send his regards across the distance, wishing him a safe journey home.
Lifting the jar of wine, Lou Yu smiled and sighed at the moon, softly saying, "Ye Chen, may you travel safely."
With that, he took a deep swig. The strong liquor slid down his throat like icy cold water at first, but in an instant, it transformed into fire, burning through his entire body—his limbs and even his internal organs felt searing hot.
As the wine dribbled from the corner of his mouth, Lou Yu set down the jar, wiped away the moisture with a satisfied smile, and then leaned back.
In his drowsy state with eyes closed, it seemed someone was shaking him, calling out repeatedly, "Lou Yu, wake up."
He raised a hand to cover his ears, feeling irritated enough to want to kick out at whoever it was.
Yet when he did kick out, he found himself crying uncontrollably.
He didn’t know why he cried.
Ye Chen, my love for you is no less than Pei Guanjing's. Why don’t you like me?
When Lou Yu awoke again, he felt somewhat dazed. He looked down at Ye Chen nestled in his arms and stared blankly for a long time. How did he end up here?
Before he could think too much about it, he reached out to caress Ye Chen's delicate face; the soft skin felt warm and smooth like jade beneath his touch.
Looking down at Ye Chen nestled in the crook of his arm, it was clear that he had drunk too much.
His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy with intoxication; he probably didn’t even know who he was at this moment.
Ye Chen’s lips parted slightly, and soft murmurs escaped, as if he were whispering something. Lou Yu leaned closer, catching the faint words: “Guanjing, I like you.”
A wave of darkness surged in Lou Yu’s heart. He reached out, pulling Ye Chen into his embrace. His cool lips pressed against Ye Chen’s burning forehead as he whispered, “Ye Chen, do you also have to like Pei Guanjing in my dreams?”
After speaking, he traced his fingers over Ye Chen’s red lips. They felt smooth and soft, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with the delicate scent of hawthorn—this was Ye Chen’s essence.
Lou Yu felt a surge of emotion and couldn’t help but kiss down from Ye Chen’s forehead.
He kissed his eyes, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose gently before finally landing on those tender, glistening red lips.
Their noses touched, breaths mingling, and he could faintly smell the rich fragrance reminiscent of Sea Begonia as Ye Chen exhaled.
Lou Yu gazed at those plump crimson lips, momentarily lost in desire, unable to resist leaning in for a sweet kiss.
But just as his lips were about to meet Ye Chen’s, a furious shout rang out: “Let him go.”
Without needing to look up, Lou Yu knew it was Pei Guanjing without a doubt.
Even in his dreams, he had to compete with him for Ye Chen.
After that shout, Lou Yu suddenly opened his eyes to see soldiers in the distance holding torches searching for him.
He let out a helpless smile, picked up the wine jug beside him, took another hearty drink, and then slammed the jug down onto the ground, producing a crisp sound.
Hearing the noise, a soldier hurried over and stood behind him.
Lou Yu gazed into the distance towards Chongzhou, his lips slightly moving as he extended a hand to catch a falling snowflake. Watching it melt in his palm, he suddenly turned around and asked, "What is it?"
"Reporting to the Heir Apparent, a convoy escorting King Huai'an's son Liu Chen is passing through Yunzhou. Should we intercept them?"
Upon hearing this, Lou Yu's previously muddled expression instantly cleared. He turned in disbelief and asked, "Who did you say?"
The soldier repeated, "King Huai'an's son Liu Chen."
Lou Yu was taken aback.
Yunzhou had already been divided among him, King Huai'an, and Pei Guanjing. In such turbulent times, how could Pei Guanjing allow Ye Chen to pass through his territory? Was that even possible?
But soon, Lou Yu realized that while Pei Guanjing might not permit it, it could very well be Ye Chen's own decision.
Having figured this out, he quickly smiled and ran down the official road towards the mountain. After a few steps, he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to ask which direction they were coming from.
So he turned back and asked, "Where are they now?"
Seeing Lou Yu's cheerful demeanor, the soldier pointed silently behind him.
Then they all saw their valiant General Xiao Lou pulling over a swift horse and galloping straight towards that direction. His anxious appearance suggested that he had never rushed into battle this quickly before.
Several people exchanged glances, speechless. This was...
Before they could take a closer look, a figure emerged from the corner—none other than Princess Huaiyang, Lou Yan.
She glanced at Lou Yu's retreating figure, swept her gaze over them, and said in a low voice, "Does he know?"
The group quickly clasped their fists in greeting.
"Yes."
They were even more fearful of Princess Huaiyang than of General Xiao Lou. Though she was of Kun Ze, the pressure she exuded was no less formidable; in fact, it felt even more intimidating.
Upon receiving the answer, Lou Yan adjusted her hair and waved them away. She then stood high above, watching Lou Yu's diminishing silhouette, the depths of her eyes growing increasingly profound.
Her brother was admirable in many ways, but there was one flaw—he placed too much importance on emotions.
Whether it was Ye Chen or Liu Chen, if they obstructed the path of the Lou family, then they must not be spared.
Since you are reluctant to part with them, let your elder sister lend you a hand.
A cold glint flashed in Lou Yan's eyes as she waved her sleeve and departed. Her intricate and resplendent palace robe glided through the night sky like a whisper, leaving no trace behind.
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