Shang Yuan in a cold voice said: "From precisely what he spoke regarding all actions between the two of you, I guessed it out. You can deceive His Highness because he placed trust in you to the point of blindness, nevertheless whom can you pull the wool over the eyes of ah, Ah Si?"
"Is that so?" Turned out it was in no way Liú Yu who spoke? Every single thing was merely the speculation of the person, yet conversely completely accurate. In the final analysis Yan Si also knew why RongCheng chose the person and chose not himself, because he truly was foolish, in no way capable of comparing along with him.
A person intelligent, thorough, understanding affairs, and as well the matchless appearance of the person; upon the worldly realm, how many could equal or compare?
Nevertheless… love was in no way a thing where speaking of wishing meant loving, and if not, then ceasing? If it could be thus, upon the worldly realm would there remain anyone suffering pain because of this single word 'love'?
Yan Si knew not deep or shallow, yet he knew to what extent he had loved RongCheng; solely up to present, he had no choice but to give up, that was all…
In the midst of this moment, continuing to plead along with Shang Yuan, of what further use was it? Even so, Yan Si still grinded his teeth, saying: "I know second brother will find it difficult in heart to forgive, yet pray you take into mind affection to grant me one opportunity to turn head back; toward afterward, I promise never to approach close to eldest brother one further turn, I beseech second brother."
Yan Si thought his very self had lowered water to plead to this degree, and if the person still accepted not to let pass, then he had no choice but to endure it thus, having no choice but to depart.
Knew he not how in the days toward afterward his very self must live? Half wishing to forget away this painful and sorrowful love affair, half conversely wishing not to…
"Having forgotten, then what remains for me further ah?" The person, albeit bringing toward him exceedingly much pain and sorrow, was nevertheless also precisely the finest memory that he had ever possessed; having lost it, then how was it any different from former times?
Truly regretting and lingering in attachment…
Truly painful…
Shang Yuan silently looked upon Yan Si across a very long while, and in the final analysis he also nodded his head in agreement: "Very well, yet this is the individual decision of His Highness; I am not certain I can cause his intention to sway."
Hearing the person speak in such a manner, Yan Si possessed a bit of joy, raising his gaze looking up, saying: "Grateful to second brother; pray you assist me this turn… solely this single turn…"
After that day, Yan Si kept firmly believing that solely a single word of Shang Yuan could sway the intention of RongCheng; nevertheless, no...
Once the person had decided, no one could dissuade; in the final analysis, Yan Si was still driven out of the palace, at the same time having to return the command token back to RongCheng.
At that time, Yan Si could solely swallow bitterness embracing Mao Zi together along with Xiao Yi to depart, while the gaze of the servant-attendant was immensely full of hatred and resentment.
Solely that, at the moment he had just stepped up onto the horse carriage, all of a sudden an imperial decree arrived; the content roughly wished to reprimand RongCheng for having arbitrarily decided to drive the person away while he was still counted as an imperial official of the court, at the same time permitting Yan Si to continue remaining in the palace to serve.
Being permitted to remain, Yan Si, albeit also possessing a bit of joy, nevertheless when looking back at the attitude of RongCheng, thereupon felt immensely unsettled and anxious; he clearly was completely not satisfied in the slightest bit.
This imperial decree clearly opposed RongCheng, thereupon causing him to turn extremely enraged; yet this was already the intent of the Emperor, then no matter who it was, one had no choice but to be struck mute and silent. Nonetheless, inside his heart he commenced to possess a grand rift along with Yan Si; from then on toward afterward, he decisively abandoned him, taking no mind toward him further.
If he still stubbornly remained by his very self inside the palace, then toward days to come, whether encountering calamity or good fortune, life or death in what manner, he would also not bother to care.
In former times, RongCheng was precisely the greatest backing of Yan Si; yet now, the matter of his abandoning him had rapidly spread throughout the entire inner palace; from above to below, everyone was exceedingly glad and joyful, considering that he deserved it, after that displaying an attitude of looking down upon him out in the open.
Yan Si's very self also knew thus, so how could he dare to go anywhere? Every single day solely lingering around inside his private room; missing RongCheng exceedingly much, only then would he stealthily depart away to search for the person to look upon for a moment, and then turn back again.
Day by day silently embracing pain and sorrow, wasting away, and then even losing food and losing sleep; speaking again of Xiao Yi, he seemed to know he possessed no further value, so he also refrained from urging anything, just leaving him be thus.
Xiao Yi solely focused entirely upon taking care of Mao Zi; whatever Yan Si consumed not, he thereupon left for it to consume; continuing in such a manner, he day by day turned thinner down, while it from slowly turned fat up.
Two months passed across, in the final analysis Yan Si had turned thinner down exceedingly much, no longer plump and rounded; how much quantity of stored fat from former times had entirely been consumed and spent. Yet right now, how did he possess any mind or spirit to pay mind toward such matters…
Nonetheless, one day Yan Si unintentionally placed his eyes upon Mao Zi, all of a sudden sensing there was something truly wrong. Looking upon it at present, it was no different from a pig; even rolling it was incapable of, to speak nothing of the matter of running, leaping, and playing pranks as in former times; solely whole of consuming and sleeping.
Catching sight of it thus, Yan Si arrived to slap bop bop upon the head of Mao Zi, scolding: "Looking upon me like this, are you very glad ah? Consuming and sleeping so much, transforming into a pig already; how can you walk ah?"
Mao Zi originally paid no mind whatsoever to the words of Yan Si; it lazily wagged its tail and then lowered it down, reaching its frame out to let out a long yawn, and again rolled over into a deep sleep.
Yan Si let out a sigh, stroking the head of Mao Zi, saying: "You there, hastily get up to exercise; sleep no further."
Yet how was Mao Zi willing to listen and follow? Still keeping sunk into its fine and beautiful dream.
Truly, even a dog possessed no motivation, then what to speak toward a human being?
Silently looking upon Mao Zi across a long while, Yan Si could solely shake his head; looking upon it, how was it any different from his very self ah? Throughout the entire day continuously being wretched like that, then who could love or pity?
Throughout the past time, Yan Si had thought exceedingly much; right now he felt his very self required to strive to live better so that RongCheng would not have to be disappointed further, hoping the person could think again and not abandon him...