The Eastern Palace
Xiao Yu's bedchamber
Xiao Yu's gaze drifted unconsciously toward Dantai Yunheng.
He could sense that Dantai Yunheng had been rather downcast ever since they returned from the training grounds.
"What's wrong with you?" he finally asked.
He had been able to hear his thoughts before, yet now he couldn't hear so much as a word.
He had no idea what Dantai Yunheng was thinking.
At his question, Dantai Yunheng immediately turned away and ignored him.
Only after a while did he say plaintively, "Whether it's you six years from now or you as you are now, why are you always so good to that Crown Prince...?"
Xiao Yu didn't quite understand. He looked straight at him. "Could it be... you want that gold token too?"
Dantai Yunheng turned back and shot him a disgruntled sidelong glance. "This King doesn't care for it." It wasn't as though he didn't have one himself.
"Then what's the problem?" Xiao Yu replied calmly.
Dantai Yunheng: "..."
That might be true, but why did hearing it make him so uncomfortable?
Suddenly, as though something had occurred to him, he silently lowered his head, a trace of loneliness slipping into his eyes.
At the sight, an unusual gleam flickered in Xiao Yu's eyes.
Looking at him, he parted his lips. "...You want to go back, don't you?"
Dantai Yunheng paused briefly. Thinking of Xiao Yu, far away six years in the future, his eyes filled with longing and worry. "Mm. I don't know whether An An has woken up yet..."
At that, Xiao Yu immediately lowered his head and pressed his lips together.
The person Dantai Yunheng was talking about was him, yet wasn't him. He couldn't put his feelings into words.
But for some inexplicable reason, it bothered him.
He lowered his