He thought about it for a long time but still could not make sense of it. He could only sigh. "Forget it. If you can't figure it out, don't dwell on it. Since Your Majesty told you to return, stay at the estate and get some rest. You've been exhausted from your time in the Imperial Guards."
Lin Taichu nodded, but his heart still felt stifled. As they spoke, the door was pushed open, and Wang Yue entered carrying a bowl of soup. The moment she saw Lin Taichu, her eyes lit up.
"Brother Taichu, why are you back? I heard from the guards that you were dismissed from office. Is that true?"
Lin Taichu stood up and looked at Wang Yue, suddenly feeling a little flustered. Ever since he had become Commander of the Imperial Guards, he had been occupied with matters at the Barracks every day. Though he still lived at the prince's estate, he rarely saw Wang Yue. Even when they did run into each other, they only exchanged a few hurried words.
Wang Yue was still the same as before, often making him pastries and simmering soup for him, but he had never given her any response.
"It's true." Lin Taichu lowered his voice. "Your Majesty removed me from my post and told me to return to the estate."
Wang Yue set the soup on the table, took hold of his arm, and asked, "Are you all right? Your Majesty didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"
"No, Your Majesty didn't make things difficult for me." Lin Taichu avoided her gaze, not daring to look into her eyes.
The Prince looked between them, rose to his feet, and said, "You two talk. I'll go to the study and take care of some matters." With that,