WMSG Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The Eleventh Chapter: This is my wet nurse’s son, Liu Qingying…

Ye Yueshen had many chaotic dreams, sometimes in his former world, and sometimes back in the present one. He was always wearing clothes that were different from those around him, as if he couldn’t fit into any place, always being rejected and unable to be accepted.

The last dream was of him wearing ancient clothes that were incongruous with the modern hospital, carefully hiding behind the silver-white blackout curtains, seeing himself lying in bed with a respirator.

He didn’t know he was dreaming, thinking he had died in the car accident and the past few days had just been chaotic fantasies as he was dying.

He stared intently at the cardiac monitor, waiting for the undulating line of his life to straighten out in the next moment—

Someone pushed the door open, and he quickly shrank back behind the curtain. A tall boy wearing a shirt and jeans walked in. He sat down at the bedside table and took out his computer to write his thesis.

Ye Yueshen, lying on the bed, trembled his eyelashes and woke up. The boy looked at him, his eyes flashed with amazement, but after a moment he calmed down, lowered his eyes somewhat evasively, and said, “Hello, I’m a senior from your school. I signed up to be a volunteer to take care of you. For the next week… I will take care of you until you recover.”

The boy made a gesture to shake hands proactively, but the “Ye Yueshen” on the bed looked at him in horror. His breathing gradually became chaotic, and the boy came back to his senses and quickly pressed the bell to call the nurse. Before the nurse arrived, “Ye Yueshen” trembled and uttered, “Who are you? Where am I now?”

Ye Yueshen realized something. Just as he was about to make a sound, he suddenly lost his balance and fell, causing the curtains to shake.

He cried out in alarm and opened his eyes, a dry, warm palm holding his head and raising it. Ye Yueshen found himself lying on Gong Xunwu’s lap.

Gong Xunwu also looked very disheveled, his front placket was a bit messy, as if someone had torn it. Ye Yueshen was a little doubtful who would dare to plot against Qi Wang, when he heard someone next to him say, “Did Young Master Yue have a nightmare? You just tore His Highness Qi Wang’s clothes…”

Ye Yueshen: “…”

The scenes from the dream began to play back in his mind, and Ye Yueshen felt a little sentimental.

“It’s okay.” Gong Xunwu wiped away the tears that welled up in the corners of his eyes, but the more he wiped, the more tears there were.

He didn’t expect such a grown person to cry, and wanted to comfort him but didn’t know what to say, so he just held him on his lap and suddenly felt a bit caught between a rock and a hard place.

If he could follow his instincts and comfort him… Gong Xunwu took a deep breath, “What are you crying about?”

Ye Yueshen scrambled up and sat on the bed, burying his face in his knees for a long time.

This was the small south chamber in the front courtyard of the Fourth Prince’s Estate. The sun had already set in the west, most of the guests had already left, and it was quiet outside.

In the room were only Gong Xunwu and a few servant-like people. They didn’t dare to breathe loudly when they saw His Highness Qi Wang’s clothes being torn, never expecting Qi Wang to be quite good-tempered.

Gong Xunwu stood by the bed with his foot on the footstool. After a while, Ye Yueshen raised his head. Compared to his emotional state just now, he was now praiseworthyly obedient, independently wiping away his tears, and then asked, “Where is this?”

A handsome young man stepped forward and handed him a glass of plum honey tea to soothe his throat.

Ye Yueshen drank half a glass and handed it back, saying thank you to him. The man blushed a little and retreated to the side.

“This is a side chamber for guests to rest.” A servant from the estate saw that Gong Xunwu didn’t intend to answer, so he whispered to him.

Before Ye Yueshen could react, Gong Shengyin had already strode in, “Zherong, how are you?”

Zherong was “Ye Yueshen’s” childhood name. At first glance, he didn’t remember it at all, but when he saw Gong Shengyin staring straight at him, he realized, “I’m fine, I just got drunk.”

Originally, Gong Shengyin wanted to stay, but Gong Xunwu casually told him to go out and drink with them. Even Ye Yueshen’s own second brother, Ye Lingshen, didn’t take the drunkenness seriously, and set up another table with several princes and younger relatives who hadn’t left, raising their cups and exchanging toasts. Gong Shengyin had no reason to waste time not leaving, especially since he didn’t want to offend this highly esteemed imperial uncle.

He left his own people here to take care of him, instructing them to tell him about Ye Yueshen’s situation in a timely manner.

Ye Lingshen and several princes followed closely behind, seeing that he was flushed from drinking, clearly not taking the drunkenness seriously.

“Are you okay?” Ye Lingshen pulled him to the bedside, touched his forehead, smoothed the stray hairs that were pressed against his face behind his ear, rubbed the red marks that were pressed on his face, and then ridiculed him, “How much alcohol can you hold, drinking cup after cup?”

Gong Xuyin, as the host, also stepped forward to offer a few words of concern. Gong Xunwu stood beside him, neither smiling nor speaking, his presence too strong. He retreated tactfully, his gaze sweeping over a certain place, suddenly pausing, and then laughing.

“Hey, Fifth Brother, is this your man?” he asked somewhat vaguely.

Ye Yueshen subconsciously looked over as well. It was the young man who had kindly given him honey water earlier.

The man had a handsome face, a gentle temperament with a hint of timidity. Even Ye Yueshen felt that he and himself were inexplicably similar. The only difference was in their eyebrows and eyes.

Gong Shengyin introduced him very formally: “This is Liu Qingying, the son of my wet nurse. I’ve known him since childhood.”

Liu Qingying, the protagonist shou in the original novel, suffered no small amount of minor injuries as Ye Yueshen’s substitute.

Knowing the plot of the original novel, even though he wasn’t the actual person, but taking over the identity of the original “Ye Yueshen”, he felt a bit of natural guilt towards Liu Qingying.

Liu Qingying was a little surprised to hear Gong Shengyin’s introduction, as if he wasn’t used to his name being heard by a group of princes. He lowered his head, a little blushing.

Others were indeed sizing him up. The Third Prince also noticed something and said, “Take a closer look, everyone.”

Gong Shengyin almost immediately after he finished speaking, said, “He does look somewhat like Zherong.”

The Crown Prince impolitely compared and scrutinized the two repeatedly. Ye Lingshen felt uncomfortable and moved a step to block his younger brother.

“Interesting.” The Crown Prince had a teasing smile, even appearing arrogant and impolite, “Logically speaking, you know Liu Qingying earlier and are more familiar with him, but you say he looks like Cousin Yue, instead of saying Cousin Yue looks like him.”

These discussions were sensitive topics in Gong Shengyin’s heart, for fear of making mistakes. He looked at Ye Yueshen with a guilty conscience, but unfortunately he was blocked.

Gong Xuyin’s smile was a bit forced. He said, “Cousin Yue is a noble young master from a marquis’s family, calling the Empress Dowager ‘Grandmother’. Naturally, he won’t look like the son of a wet nurse.”

Liu Qingying dejectedly lowered his head. Ye Yueshen peered slightly from behind his second brother, looking at Liu Qingying with unbearable sympathy.

“Has everyone outside withdrawn?” Gong Xunwu interrupted them.

Gong Xuyin replied obediently, “It’s timely to come over, I didn’t tell the subordinates to withdraw. Does Ninth Imperial Uncle want tea and pastries? They’ve already been prepared.”

Gong Xunwu looked at everyone, “Everyone go and have some refreshments, it’s time to leave.”

When he said it was time, it meant they had to leave. No one dared to say they hadn’t drunk enough. A group of people left one after another, talking as they went.

After almost everyone had left, Gong Xunwu turned his head and glanced at the Ye brothers.

Ye Lingshen waited for his brother to put on his shoes and respectfully bowed to Gong Xunwu before leaving. The two walked on theláng [covered corridor], and when the wind blew, Ye Yueshen said, “I’ll go change clothes first, Second Brother, you go ahead.”

He had other thoughts, still thinking about Liu Qingying who had left dejectedly earlier.

He found the person at a corner of thehuíláng [cloister, corridor]. Liu Qingying was leaning against the railing, gazing at some scenery in a daze, in a very relaxed posture.

Ye Yueshen walked up to him, but he still hadn’t noticed, so he had to speak up to remind him, “Young Master Liu?”

Liu Qingying was caught off guard and asked, “How can I deserve Young Master Yue calling me ‘Young Master’?”

“Although I haven’t said anything, it seems that my existence has caused you harm.” Ye Yueshen’s voice was very soft, “I hope you don’t take those meaningless words to heart. You are not like me, and I am not like you, we are just somewhat similar.”

Liu Qingying didn’t understand the order of importance that he deliberately glossed over, looking at him a little blankly, only feeling that he was really good-looking, and that he was a gentle person.

“Young Master Yue is too kind.” Liu Qingying lowered his head, “How dare I trouble Young Master Yue to remember me, and even personally come to comfort this small person.”

Ye Yueshen couldn’t directly say ‘You are the protagonist shou, you shouldn’t belittle yourself’. He was reminded of past emotions by his cautiousness, and was momentarily speechless.

But it was awkward for two strangers to be speechless, Ye Yueshen could only hastily comfort, “I saw that your expression just now must have been concerned, I just want to say…”

He had no experience in interacting with people, nor did he have any examples to refer to. After racking his brains, he brought out a frequently cited line from full-mark essays: “Have you ever heard of ‘Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born with a special seed’?”

Liu Qingying looked at him blankly, the atmosphere becoming even more silent and awkward. Suddenly, two extremely slow claps came from behind them, one light and one heavy, stopping short, reservedly only clapping twice.

Liu Qingying had already bowed again, “This small person has seen His Highness Qi Wang.”

Ye Yueshen was extremely impatient to deal with this, procrastinating for a second before turning around and bowing, “Greetings, Your Highness Qi Wang.”

Gong Xunwu didn’t say “You may dispense with the formalities,” pacing over, coldly watching the two of them bowing with difficulty.

He leaned close to Ye Yueshen’s ear and asked in a deep voice, “Are you instigating him to rebel?”

“What?” Ye Yueshen pondered for a while before realizing how inappropriate his sentence “Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born with a special seed?” was in a feudal dynasty, especially since Gong Xunwu himself was royalty.

Liu Qingying was already kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, “This small person did not, this small person dares not, this small person was just standing here to catch the breeze, I don’t know why Young Master Yue came to say these things to this small person, this small person has never met Young Master Yue before, please Your Highness investigate…”

Ye Yueshen was truly feeling absurd, “Why would I instigate him to rebel?”

Gong Xunwu looked at his furrowed brows and rapidly rising and falling chest, his gaze profound and unfathomable.

Although they were separated by hundreds and thousands of years, even by the disparity of different worlds, they were, after all, people with flesh and blood. Ye Yueshen wasn’t a fool and could see that something was wrong.

Meeting three times in a short period of time, and even having to sit at the same table with them today, Ye Yueshen didn’t believe it had nothing to do with him.

“Yes.” Ye Yueshen gave up his desire to survive, “I am instigating him to rebel.”

Explanation was useless, as long as Gong Xunwu wanted to, he could find countless loopholes to make things difficult for him. Ye Yueshen thought for a moment and simply admitted it. That way, Gong Xunwu would appear to be aggressive and overbearing.

The scene became somewhat humorous. Ye Yueshen, rebel? What reason did he have to do that?

Gong Xunwu also clearly paused, then burst out with a strong and indescribable light.