If it were not for the intention of Shang Yuan wishing otherwise, she would have returned to re-educate that rotten grandson, along with that little slut as well; she would definitely bring him to be trapped inside a pig-cage and cast down into the river for fish to nibble to death.
Right at this moment, the Empress Dowager, because of pitying and feeling sorrow for Ah Yuan, scolded RongCheng as heartless, yet how could she know that his very self was also amidst a situation where his heart was burning like fire, day and night galloping his horse without cease, solely hoping to soon meet his virtuous wife to explain a few words.
Night drew near, and in the final analysis RongCheng also made it to the mountain peak; looking upon his countenance at this time, it was immensely wretched, his beard and hair disheveled and drooping down.
The fleeting moment RongCheng appeared, he unintentionally encountered a Buddhist monk; across a few words of conversation, he thereupon knew that as expected, Shang Yuan was residing at this place, furthermore suffering a severe illness.
Just listening to this place, RongCheng turned all the more impatient and anxious, pleading to be permitted to meet the person, yet was instantly refused. The Buddhist monk spoke that his very self was incapable of deciding by himself, and needed to enter into the interior to report to superiors.
At this time, RongCheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and await.
The sky at present was raining heavy snow, yet the heart of RongCheng kept burning up surgingly; he unceasingly paced back and forth, hoping and awaiting to be led to meet Shang Yuan, having to see how the condition of the person was before he could lessen a part of his worry.
A long while after, only then did an authoritative old woman step out, furthermore looking upon her countenance, she was immensely full of fierce wrath.
Just catching sight of the person arriving, RongCheng instantly knelt down beneath her feet, in a lowered voice saying: "Grandma, ah, where is the wife of royal child? I beseech you, permit this grandchild to be allowed to meet him one turn."
The Empress Dowager looked upon RongCheng, her countenance turning all the more ice-cold, asking: "What wife at this place? Is it not that you already possess a new lover? For what cause do you still require to meet him? In the final analysis, where is the letter of repudiation? Have you brought it or not?"
Listening through, RongCheng suddenly felt his heart as though squeezed tightly; most likely the Empress Dowager had already known the affair, which was why she spoke in such a manner. Inside his heart now was immensely full of shame, he thereupon said: "Royal child knows his own fault, yet there existed a difficult suffering that was unavoidable; no matter what, you must permit this grandchild to meet the person to speak clearly a few words, how could speaking of cutting off mean cutting off straight away without obtaining even a single word of explanation?"
Listening through, Grandma turned all the more enraged, asking: "What difficult suffering that was unavoidable at this place? Causing my grandchild to be sorrowful and painful in such a manner, what further specious arguments do you wish to make?"
"Grandma, ah…" RongCheng all of a sudden clutched tightly upon her garment, saying: "I am the Eldest Prince, the direct grandchild of Grandma here. That person is sorrowful and painful, while I am fine and without issue? Grandma pities and feels sorrow for him, could it be that you feel no pity or sorrow for royal child? Can Grandma bear to look upon us sorrowful and painful because of being separated in this manner forever? I beseech Grandma... I beseech you, permit me to be allowed to meet the person one turn to speak clearly the situation."
"Eldest Prince…" A rotten grandson intoxicated with male beauty to the point of forgetting even duties toward the populace, rivers, and mountains; albeit truly talented and capable, yet possessing no longer a shred of sense of shame. Up to present, also because of male beauty, willingly consenting to forget the affection between husband and wife; at this time speaking of himself being also sorrowful and painful, whether anyone would believe it?
RongCheng again took hold of her hand, softly pleading: "Grandma, ah, royal child truly has repented, truly has known the fault already; the promise that year being incapable of fulfilling completely is the fault of this grandchild, but I beseech Grandma, I beseech you, grant me one opportunity to start anew from the beginning; royal child absolutely… absolutely will not cause a fault for the second turn."
One turn was already sufficient to engrave upon bones and carve upon the heart; toward days to come, he truly dared not repeat the offense, even if anyone utilized how many words of temptation, he would also not permit himself to fall into fallen corruption one further turn.
At this time, Grandma could solely let out a sigh, saying: "You ought not to plead along with this old woman here; it is Ah Yuan who wishes not to meet you, to avoid causing him, upon meeting you, to turn all the more agitated leading to his illness turning all the more critical; Grandma truly cannot permit you to enter. Royal child, pray you turn back; the sky is freezing cold, remain not here continuously."
"Wishes not to meet…? Ah Yuan decisively wishes not to meet me?" Thinking toward it, RongCheng grinded his teeth, saying: "Fine then, if the person is still angry, then this grandchild will kneel at this place awaiting his forgiveness, awaiting until whenever I am permitted to meet the person only then will I cease."
"You…" Grandma was for a fleeting moment at a loss for words, again in a cold voice saying: "Foolish and stupid, as you wish."
Speaking so, she thereupon walked into the interior, abandoning RongCheng to kneel before the gate of the meditation quarters.
Who would have expected that an immensely proud Eldest Prince now had to kneel beneath the rain of snow awaiting a single word of forgiveness; had he known there would be today, then yesterday he would not have caused such sin and karma.
The promise that year was precisely a bond of life and death; the betrothal jade pendant was furthermore a promise of an entire lifetime remaining beside one another, resolved not to alter heart or change mind; yet now, his very self had a moment of being dazed and forgetting affection.
Thinking toward it, how many memories again rushed back into him…