Paying no mind to how many individuals behind his back detested and rejected him, Yan Si still cheerfully and serenely lived. He virtually thought his life had begun to step over into a new, more beautiful page, a place where he could feel the entirety of the care as well as the affection of his relatives devoted to himself.
Yan Si thought that his own self in the final analysis also possessed an opportunity to touch his hand upon happiness, a thing that seemed to be a luxury which previously he never dared to think of.
"Hey... have you finished embracing yet?" RongCheng, who inherently was sitting inside the pavilion waiting for Shang Yuan, then Yan Si naturally surfaced and embraced him tightly.
"Not yet..." Hearing the question, Yan Si conversely and even more tightly constricted the embrace of his arms.
Beholding this, RongCheng faintly let out a sigh... From before until now, he inherently was already accustomed to this action of Yan Si, therefore he never rejected it... at all times waiting until the boy had embraced to satisfaction, then only would he cease; it was merely that recently he began to recognize there was a point of abnormality, so he spoke, "You there, it is not as though you are still a child, yet throughout the day you embrace and coddle me like that; if people behold it, then conversely it is not good."
"Not good?" Yan Si suddenly released RongCheng, appearing somewhat bewildered and asking, "Why is it not good? Did the person not previously speak saying that I could embrace the person at whatever time or not?"
"That matter." It was already a matter of more than a year ago...
When Yan Si newly arrived at the imperial palace, he resembled a withered, feeble young sprout. But when receiving RongCheng's nurturing and cultivation, being given the entirety of the best types of fertilizer, it caused that sprout to stretch its frame to develop, becoming exceptionally radiant. The boy now not only possessed full flesh, but his height also surged abruptly to the point of falling short of the man by a mere head.
Discourser regarding height, he had already attained a relative standard compared to an ordinary adult male. He fell far short compared to Shang Yuan, yet was just enough for an exceptionally tall individual like RongCheng to look down upon, evoking a feeling of wishing to shelter and protect.
Yan Si at present had changed excessively much, resembling an ugly duckling suddenly shedding its skin to transform into an exceptionally beautiful swan. For that reason, recently within the palace there were countless rumors that indeed caused Shang Yuan to feel displeased, frequently advising the man that he ought to maintain a distance from him.
Yan Si appeared to understand, then with a bit of petulance stood up: "I... I return here."
RongCheng inherently was not Yan Si's private possession; it was merely that he felt whenever he was capable of embracing him, then it was good at that time; if he were dismissed, he would depart right away.
Seeing the person like that, RongCheng also did not bar him at all, merely feeling helpless and letting out a sigh.
Waiting until Yan Si had departed, Shang Yuan only then stepped forward to sit beside RongCheng, asking, "Is Your Highness very fatigued?"
The moment he caught sight of Shang Yuan, RongCheng suddenly brightened up entirely, and again lamented, "Truly it is fatiguing unto death; I miss my wife to the point of nearly turning mad."
Hearing thus, Shang Yuan momentarily knew not what to speak; RongCheng suddenly embraced his person exactly like the manner Yan Si had just embraced himself, and then again lamented, "Does A Yuan know when my grandma will then return to Chang Shan? Every day she compels you to go, and at night she conversely is not willing to release you to return... how can I endure it?"
Truly, during recent times there was a matter that caused RongCheng completely to be not pleased at all; the Empress Dowager suddenly returned to the palace and then compelled Shang Yuan to come to serve and accompany her, causing him to suffer a situation of a single room and a solitary pillow, sorrowful beyond description.
Shang Yuan suddenly let out a breath in a sigh, "Grandma spoke saying two days further she will depart, but..."
RongCheng sat up to look at him, asking, "But what?"
Reflecting and thinking for a short while, Shang Yuan all of a sudden shook his head, appearing as though he wished not to mention it, and conversely diverted the talk to another matter: "Just now, it appeared I caught sight of A Si?"
Seeing that the person wished not to speak, RongCheng also asked nothing further, but within his heart he secretly planned that tonight he definitely must go to the Empress Dowager's place to request the person to return to be acceptable... Afterward, he again casually replied, "Ah right, he merely just now departed, that is all."
"Is it so..." Shang Yuan faintly nodded his head, within his heart suddenly possessing a bit of incomprehensible worry... Passing a long while of silent contemplation, abruptly remembering a matter, he asked, "Does Your Highness see A Si's appearance resembling any individual or not?"
"A Si resembling whom?" Speaking of it then reminds... recently RongCheng gradually felt that Yan Si truly resembled some acquaintance of his, yet momentarily knew not who it was... Until the other day when visiting the Shi Prime Minister's Estate, he only then was capable of affirming a matter: "It is... Lady Shi?"
"Precisely so." If one intentionally let him don female attire and apply a bit of makeup, it would definitely cause people to mistake them straight away: "On the day Lady Shi entered the palace to visit grandma, I truly felt those two people..."
"This matter..." RongCheng suddenly stood up, walking back and forth to ponder, "How can there be a matter of a male individual and a female individual, furthermore being two strange people, yet resembling one another in such a manner?"
At this time, he only then suddenly remembered a matter, "That is right, it is possible they are not completely strange as I imagined... previously A Si once spoke saying his own self was surnamed Shi... It is Shi Yan Si."
From the period of forming acquaintance until now, RongCheng also truly had never yet heard him recount anything regarding matters of the past; capitalizing on this coincidence, he wished to inquire and understand a bit to see how it was.
Within RongCheng's heart, he planned multiple matters, waiting until after the Empress Dowager had departed, then he would execute them afterward. And before that... he suddenly turned back to scoop Shang Yuan up in an embrace, saying, "Quickly, let us together return to the room to perform a bit of matter."
Knowing what the person planned to do, Shang Yuan then wished to struggle away: "No... it is not permitted; grandma merely sleeps for a short while at noon, at the time she awakens and sees me not, it will again trouble her to let the palace attendants go search."
RongCheng let out a faint hum, "Grandma really is something. The eldest imperial grandson is clearly me, yet she doesn't care about me at all. Instead, she even competes with me for the imperial consort? Hmph… Never mind, it's just a small matter. I will definitely return you soon."
The person clearly spoke absurdly... but once RongCheng already desired it, even if heaven barred it, it also could not succeed; in the final analysis, Shang Yuan merely faintly shook his head, no longer resisting, letting the man carry him away.
Knowing not how many years had passed already, the feeling was not only intact but day by day conversely became all the more full; RongCheng's fondness devoted to the person had never possessed the slightest decrease.
RongCheng kicked the door to enter and then disregarded it, not bothering to close it; afterward, he gently set Shang Yuan down, calling softly, "A Yuan... A Yuan..."
Shang Yuan faintly let out a sigh, "Cheng... you have not closed the door."
He instantly shook his head, "Disregard it, at any rate there is also no individual daring to presume to come here."
The garments in no time at all were already stripped completely clean; the two people without care or constraint were upon the bed being tender and intimate. RongCheng whispered softly into Shang Yuan's ear, asking, "For several nights already, does Yuan-er happen to feel miss for your husband or not?"
Shang Yuan remained silent and did not reply.
Even if he spoke not, RongCheng also understood clearly; it must be that the person was also like himself, missing each other to the point of wishing to turn mad.
Merely several nights, yet it seemed to be a separation of several years, because by reason of sharing the same blanket and pillow for far too long, they were accustomed to each other's scent; lacking it a bit, they then felt exceptionally uncomfortable. RongCheng truly could not imagine at all there being some day when he would with his own eyes witness the person departing far from himself; at that time, he knew not how it would be, nor did he dare to think toward it...
How could there possibly be a matter of the person departing far from him?
Thinking back, he knew not when this love affair began to sprout and blossom...