In the meantime, catching sight of RongCheng frequently passing the night outside, adding even the matter of Yan Si at present not being inside the palace, all the more caused Shang Yuan to generate suspicion in his heart.
He uttered not a single word, toward his husband still remaining normal identical to former times, nonetheless he always paid mind to catching sight of the person more and more turning cold, indifferent, and distant toward his own self. Furthermore, the spirit possessed something that was very strange, the eyes being dazed, lacking the appearance of elite brilliance of former days.
The time inside the palace, RongCheng solely cared to sleep inside a state that was immensely unstable; once every five days, he thereupon departed to pass the night, not being willing to return. The person being in such a manner caused him to be immensely worried, yet he still strove to behave very normally, in no way manifesting suspicion and jealousy.
RongCheng's very self, albeit feeling a sense of fault toward Shang Yuan, yet when catching sight of him being joyful in such a manner, he thereupon was at peace, no longer possessing a shred of vigilance or defense, naturally going back and forth to Yan Si's place.
One month passed across; when every single thing commenced to exceed the margin of endurance, Shang Yuan wishing to believe RongCheng was incapable of doing so further… In the meantime, his own self had performed nothing, yet upon the person's chest, there always possessed the marks of kisses, the spirit deteriorating in a visible manner.
RongCheng was still sleeping deeply, in no way knowing anything; Shang Yuan in a gentle manner parted his garment open to look for an interval and then pulled it back, tears in silence streaming down, gently asking: "Cheng, is it true that you have found another person already or not? Is it true that you have loved him?"
If it be so, for what cause did the person not speak it out? For what cause did the person still remain silent?
Shang Yuan lay back down upon the bed, turning his face into the interior, speaking not a single word, solely sensing every single thing had broken to pieces, knowing not for what cause to hold on.
The following morning, Shang Yuan still assisted RongCheng to don his garments again; the person embraced upon him, kissing gently upon his lips one turn, and then rapidly departed away to participate in the morning court session.
The period RongCheng returned, he conversely in a calm manner together with Shang Yuan consumed the morning meal; after that was inviting him to play chess, striving to manifest normalcy as though there were nothing, occasionally letting out a long yawn, possessing a restless sensation of wishing to go find Yan Si.
Striving to endure for two or three days, RongCheng thereupon left the palace. The person spoke toward Shang Yuan that his own self went to inspect the populace's situation at Li Zhou; that place originally was far from the capital, by reason of that it would take until even several days.
"Li Zhou?" Shang Yuan sensed that it solely was a word of lie; the person went nowhere far away at all, but definitely would linger around beside the lover at a place very near to the capital.
"Who can it be indeed? … Could it be ah Si?" Yan Si had departed until now already over one month of days, absolutely handing Mao Zi toward Xiao Yi to watch over at home.
Toward the mysterious actions of the two people, Shang Yuan sensed there definitely must possess a connection; solely requiring to find out his place of residence, he thereupon would know straight away the presence of RongCheng.
Since the period the person departed, Shang Yuan nearly lost food and lost sleep, continuously pondering forever about the place Yan Si could arrive toward…
After two days of diligently pondering, in the final analysis he only then suddenly remembered one place: "The suburban villa?"
Correct indeed, this place in former times RongCheng used to imprison him, if it be so, then could it be that…?
Thinking toward it, Shang Yuan's heart beat thuddingly inside his chest-cage, possessing a sensation of immense fear; he feared his own self truly would find the two people at that place… arriving to that fleeting moment, conversely he knew not what must be performed.
After a long day of weighing and calculating, at night Shang Yuan decided to depart from the palace, and then was escorted by a personal guard to arrive toward the suburban villa.
At this time, it was near midnight; when catching sight of Shang Yuan arrive, the people inside the house, every single one was immensely astonished, nonetheless he permitted them not to make a commotion, by his own self stepping into the interior.
Shang Yuan walked one step, his heart conversely slowed down one beat; the person shuddered unceasingly, yet strove to reassure his own self to be truly calm, who knows but that every single calculation and deduction was completely devoid of basis?
According to the old memory, Shang Yuan arrived toward the room that his very self in former times used to reside in, and then stopped.
The interior as expected was bright with lamps, furthermore even emitting sounds that were immensely obscure and flirtatious, the sound of fleshly collision mingling together with the sound of two men in parallel groaning and moaning…
Shang Yuan recognized a tone of voice that was immensely familiar; every single turn when RongCheng was near to mounting the peak, it entirely was this sound… very gentle but also sufficient to transmit into his ear.
Two hands of Shang Yuan originally were nestled inside the interior of his garment sleeves, continuously shuddering; immediately, he kicked the door open, stepping into the interior… The period of catching sight of RongCheng currently lying upon Yan Si in a posture that was immensely entangling, his eyeballs instantly contracted…
Vaguely smelling the fragrance that was thick to a point of suffocation, Shang Yuan rapidly cast and flung the incense burner away, again looking upon RongCheng with an gaze brimming with utter disappointment.
The door unexpectedly opening wide caused the two people instantly to cease and stop; suddenly realizing Shang Yuan arrived, RongCheng in panic sat up abruptly, his heart unceasingly beating up thuddingly more than battle drums, for a fleeting moment knowing not in what manner he ought to explain…
The sensation of humiliation, regret, and even fear rapidly occupied and seized his mind, causing RongCheng to be sober and lucid more than ever before.
The corner of Shang Yuan's lips all of a sudden gently curled up, smilingly asking: "Your Li Zhou inspecting the populace's situation is at this place, is it correct or not?"
RongCheng grinded his teeth tightly; he knelt upon the bed with a countenance clearly manifesting panic and chaos.
"No matter, you people just continue, apologies because of having disrupted." Speaking so, Shang Yuan instantly turned away, before that furthermore in a gentle manner closing the door shut.
Shang Yuan had just departed not for a long while, then instantly was run after by RongCheng, who dragged his hand back, the man saying: "Ah Yuan, depart not — can you listen to me speak or not?"
The garments upon RongCheng's body were in no way tidy, it was solely draping loosely there and then running after to hold the person back.
"No requirement further." Shang Yuan shook his head, in a lowered voice saying: "Your Highness has no requirement to speak anything further… Whomever your person likes, whomever you wish to perform along with… I possess no right to obstruct and forbid, your person has no requirement to feel a pang of guilt… I request permission to turn back to the palace first."
The tone of voice that was cold, distant, and absolute without awareness imprisoned RongCheng into the interior of a freezing and icy array inside the deceit of his very own self.
Shang Yuan brushed aside his hand forcefully, after that together with the personal guard rapidly departed away.