So the emperor ordered Chu Xuanzhen to return to Capital City, intending to investigate the truth of the matter himself.
When Chu Xuanzhen received the urgent dispatch ordering him back to Capital City, rushed over eight hundred li, he merely skimmed it before tossing it into a corner. He played chess with the Eighth Prince as they discussed the inside story.
As Chu Xuanzhen's junior chronicler, Shen Yangge naturally had to record whatever could be put on record.
After losing two games to Chu Xuanzhen, the Eighth Prince stopped playing. "So, is this the Little Prodigy who supposedly cursed you out?"
"He's actually still alive and well. How extraordinary."
The Eighth Prince grinned and darted over to Shen Yangge. "Why do you wear that veiled hat all day? Is there something you can't let anyone see?"
Shen Yangge replied, "Your Highness, I suffer from an illness and should not expose my face. Please forgive me."
The Eighth Prince clicked his tongue twice. "You speak so stiffly and properly. I can't imagine you having that sort of temper. Tell me, how did you dare curse him back then? Wasn't that face of his frightening enough?"
Shen Yangge knew the fellow was teasing him and inwardly rolled his eyes. He answered coldly, "Your Highness, the past is the past."
His meaning was clear: the person involved was no longer angry, so why keep bringing it up? Was he trying to draw that person's attention to it again?
The Eighth Prince found this amusing, but the icy gaze at his back made him behave and return to his seat. "Can I know why you spared him?"
"No."
"All right, then. When are we returning to Capital City?"
Chu Xuanzhen said, "First thing tomorrow morning."
On the day they left for Capital City, everyone