The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

Shen Yusang's room is not far from Lu Shi's room, and of course not far from Cheng Ze's room. Cheng Ze's room is closer to Lu Shi than his.

Shen Yusang used the excuse of feeling unwell, but when he stepped into his room, he suddenly felt unwilling to stay there.

It’s not because there is a problem with the room itself. On the contrary, this room is an excellent choice in terms of space size and facilities.

However, what Shen Yusang found a little difficult to accept was that the layout style of the entire room was completely inconsistent with his personal preferences.

It's more like the style that the lively and cheerful servant I just met would like.

The house is decorated with bright colors everywhere. The exquisite furniture, elegant screens, bed curtains, etc. are all in extremely bright colors.

Even the inconspicuous vase placed in the corner is a fresh and juicy pink.

He has always had a special liking for white, but he also loves the fresh and natural light green tone that is exactly the same as Lu Shi's.

The bright and playful figure he had just seen appeared involuntarily in his mind, and Shen Yusang's already slightly depressed mood instantly fell to the bottom.

He slowly turned and left the room, walked heavily to the stone table in the middle of the yard and sat down. His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring blankly at the petals falling on the stone table.

An Qi, who had been silently following Shen Yusang, keenly noticed his change in mood. Seeing him so unhappy, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, has something unhappy happened?"

Hearing this, Shen Yusang raised his head slowly and stiffly.

His eyes were a little blurry, looking ahead without focus, and his tone became light and airy, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind: "An Qi, when did your prince marry a maid?"

An Qi, who was standing aside, was slightly stunned, and then quickly searched his mind for relevant memories.

"Sir, are you talking about Mr. Cheng? It's been more than half a year."

After getting the exact answer, Shen Yusang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face, which was already as pale as paper, was now even more bloodless.

But he still didn't give up. Holding on to that last glimmer of hope, he gently asked, "So, what's the relationship between the prince and him... between the two of them?"

"Mr. Cheng is the prince's only concubine, so of course they have a good relationship." An Qi answered without much thought.

"Yeah……"

"of course."

As if he was in a good mood, An Qi began to talk incessantly about everything he knew.

"Young Master, you may not know this, but Lady Cheng and the Prince met half a year ago. Speaking of which, they really do have a connection."

"That day happened to be the first time the prince had ventured out since his leg accident. As soon as he left the house, he ran into Cheng Shijun, who was being dragged by his own mother to be sold to a brothel."

"Mr. Cheng was also lucky at that time. He fell directly into the arms of his master when he escaped."

"Finally, the master showed some compassion and bought Cheng Shijun and brought him into the palace."

"Since arriving at the palace, Cheng Shijun has been taking care of the prince and making him happy. Because of him, the prince is no longer as depressed as before and has gradually begun to appear in the public eye again."

"Later, Cheng Shijun became Shijun. Everyone speculated at the time that based on the prince's feelings for Cheng Shijun, if it weren't for Cheng Shijun's poor background, Cheng Shijun might have been the prince's husband."

An Qi was talking happily and accidentally ignored Shen Yusang's emotions. When he came to his senses, he saw Shen Yusang's red eyes.

"Son..."

"I am fine."

Shen Yu slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the boundless blue sky. He blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that were about to burst out.

When he once again turned his gaze to An Qi, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"I didn't expect them to be so close. Didn't I inadvertently interfere with their relationship? That's outrageous..."

He murmured softly, his tone full of self-mockery and helplessness.

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

An Qi saw this and actually began to feel a little distressed.

"Sir, how can this be considered interference? It's normal for a woman to have three husbands and four servants. Besides, the prince only has one servant, Cheng. If you were to be with the prince, there wouldn't be many people who would take away his affection."

An Qi's words were sincere and heartfelt, and he only wanted to make Shen Yu feel a little better. But Shen Yusang didn't feel happy at all.

He and An Qi have different ideas.

In An Qi's opinion, it is normal for a woman to have three husbands and four concubines. A woman like Lu Shi, who is in a high position and has power but only has one husband and concubine, is considered a perfect good woman and a good wife in the eyes of everyone.

But Shen Yu disagrees with this. In the view of love that he holds deep in his heart, being together as a couple for a lifetime is the most sincere and beautiful emotional destination.

So even in the open 21st century, he has never been in love.

He couldn't let himself, Cheng Ze, and perhaps more people in the future share Lu Shi's love.

"An Qi, can you accept that another man will share An Yi's love with you?"

An Qi's eyes flashed, and he slowly said, "I can accept it."

"Will you be happy then?"

“…” An Qi was silent.

The concepts he had received allowed him to accept everything Shen Yusang assumed, but he would not be happy.

Shen Yusang smiled knowingly, "See, you won't be happy either."

"An Qi, I'm a doctor. If you keep unhappy things in your heart, you'll get sick."

"So..." An Qi seemed to have a guess, but still needed Shen Yusang's conclusion.

"So of course you have to give up the people and things that make you unhappy!"

An Qi was stunned and wanted to say something, but when he saw Shen Yusang's determined eyes, he suddenly fell silent.

I have my own ideas, and it seems that this is also good...

……

Soon it was time for lunch. As a distinguished guest of Prince An's Mansion, Shen Yusang was respectfully invited by the servants to the central hall where a large round table was set up.

There were many dishes on the table, most of which were Lu Shi’s favorites, and some might be what Cheng Shijun liked.

It seems that he and Mr. Cheng have similar tastes.

He greeted Lu Shi and Cheng Ze with a smile, as if nothing had happened, which was completely different from his previous attitude.

Cheng Ze warmly invited Shen Yusang to sit down and eat. "Mr. Shen is here. I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked the kitchen to make some of each flavor."

"I'll ask the kitchen to take note of your preferences and cook a table full of your favorite dishes next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng." Shen Yusang accepted his kindness with a smile.

Then he slowly ate the food on the table. Although there were three people in the room, he was a unique person. The aura around him formed a thin barrier that isolated the other two people.

But before his lonely and melancholy temperament took shape, Cheng Ze exposed it.

Cheng Ze casually picked up a big chicken leg for him with the serving chopsticks.

"The best part of a chicken is the drumstick, but it's a pity there are only two drumsticks in a chicken."

He shook his head and sighed, then tried to pick up another chicken leg and put it into his bowl, but he seemed to have thought of something, and he turned his chopsticks and the chicken leg fell into Lu Shi's bowl.

"Your Highness, have a chicken drumstick to replenish your energy. You've worked hard on the trip to Qingcheng."

So it would be best to forget what he did and open the treasury access of the palace, because he loves spending money too much.

Besides, he is used to spending money. If you suddenly stop giving him money, he might feel very uncomfortable.

Lu Shi knew what he was thinking. She put the chicken leg back into his bowl and refused with a smile that didn't reach her eyes: "You eat it."

Cheng Ze curled his lips, knowing that his proposal was a failure. So he turned his grief and anger into appetite, picked up the chicken leg and took a bite as if to vent his anger, then boasted to Lu Shi: "The chicken leg is so delicious!"

It’s a pity that someone can’t eat it!

Shen Yusang, who was standing by, saw their sweet interaction and felt as if there was a stone stuck in her throat that she couldn't swallow or spit out. Even breathing was filled with pain.

The fragrant chicken legs in the bowl seemed to remind him that he was an outsider.

Fortunately, he decided to give up.