Title: Silent Lover
Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
Shen Yu’s steps were quick and light, almost to the point of running towards Zhenbei Wang’s study, only to hear that he had gone to Bingxin Pavilion. The item in his hand let out tiny knocking sounds as it was being bumped around, but Shen Yu heard it as clearly as the excited beating of his own heart.
Since he was unfamiliar with his way around the manor, by the time he found Bingxin Pavilion he had worked up a light sweat and was breathing heavily. The cold air entering his lungs choked him painfully.
Zhenbei Wang was indeed at Bingxin Pavilion, fiddling with a military terrain model of a mountain pass.
Hearing the hurried footsteps of Shen Yu, Zhenbei Wang frowned and put down the little flags that he was holding.
“Is Song Qing not watching over you? When did I give you permission to run about within the manor?”
Shen Yu knew that he shouldn’t disobey Zhenbei Wang and roam around, but since Zhenbei Wang refused to see him, he had to come on his own.
He ran over to Zhenbei Wang. “I have something to give to you.” His gestures were not completely coherent due to his nervousness.
Zhenbei Wang still understood, and his appearance became more dignified. He had always been the one to give gifts to Shen Yu, what could Shen Yu give him? In other words, what could possibly be of value to him? His body? It was already his, and now that it’s been sullied by someone else, he didn’t want it anymore.
Shen Yu tugged on Zhenbei Wang’s hand and placed a small cube into his palm with an air of seriousness. He pushed Zhenbei Wang’s hand back towards him with a bright and hopeful look in his eyes.
It was as if he was saying, look, look, this is my sincerity. I don’t like the Emperor. The name etched on the red bean is yours.
Shen Yu was eager, and used a childish method like this to express himself to Zhenbei Wang. It was supposed to represent his pure devotion, just like the white jade prayer bead.
Zhenbei Wang held up the linglong dice and gave it only a glance. The pale jade bead was ground into the shape of a delicate cube and had a red rope strung through it. The name etched on the red bean could only be seen with close inspection.
“What are you trying to say?” The corners of his mouth held in his teasing. He tossed the dice lightly in his hand. It was quite daintily made.
After hearing that question, Shen Yu panicked a little. This was a custom from his home in Yunmeng. With the Northern city being thousands of li away from Yunmeng, however, it was natural if Zhenbei Wang didn’t understand his intentions.
“My mother told me that the people from my home would carve the names of those they love–” Shen Yu gestured in a hurry. But it was a lot to say, and his hand signs were not precise. The more excited he got the more clumsy his movements became, and after a while he still could not find the right words.
Forget it.
Zhenbei Wang didn’t have the patience to watch him wave his hands around.
“I don’t like these kinds of childish things, and I have no use for them.”
With a toss of his hand, the red bean dice flew out the window. Landing within the snow, it disappeared from sight.
Shen Yu’s hopeful smile froze on his face. His pupils contracted, and with the trajectory of the red bean dice, it felt as if he himself was being thrown off of the top of a tall building.
He suddenly turned and scrambled out of Bingxin Pavilion. He ignored the chunk of skin that was scraped off as he slipped on the stairs, and dived into the snow like a laughable and pitiable madman.
Shen Yu’s mind went blank. His only thought was to find the red bean dice. However, the white jade bead was already the same color as the snow, and the small bit of red was also covered. With a glance, it was impossible to be found.
Shen Yu burned with anxiety, crawling on the ground and searching, afraid to miss it in the blink of an eye. His delicate hands pushed away piles of snow as he searched inch by inch.
Title: Silent Lover
Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
Shen Yu’s steps were quick and light, almost to the point of running towards Zhenbei Wang’s study, only to hear that he had gone to Bingxin Pavilion. The item in his hand let out tiny knocking sounds as it was being bumped around, but Shen Yu heard it as clearly as the excited beating of his own heart.
Since he was unfamiliar with his way around the manor, by the time he found Bingxin Pavilion he had worked up a light sweat and was breathing heavily. The cold air entering his lungs choked him painfully.
Zhenbei Wang was indeed at Bingxin Pavilion, fiddling with a military terrain model of a mountain pass.
Hearing the hurried footsteps of Shen Yu, Zhenbei Wang frowned and put down the little flags that he was holding.
“Is Song Qing not watching over you? When did I give you permission to run about within the manor?”
Shen Yu knew that he shouldn’t disobey Zhenbei Wang and roam around, but since Zhenbei Wang refused to see him, he had to come on his own.
He ran over to Zhenbei Wang. “I have something to give to you.” His gestures were not completely coherent due to his nervousness.
Zhenbei Wang still understood, and his appearance became more dignified. He had always been the one to give gifts to Shen Yu, what could Shen Yu give him? In other words, what could possibly be of value to him? His body? It was already his, and now that it’s been sullied by someone else, he didn’t want it anymore.
Shen Yu tugged on Zhenbei Wang’s hand and placed a small cube into his palm with an air of seriousness. He pushed Zhenbei Wang’s hand back towards him with a bright and hopeful look in his eyes.
It was as if he was saying, look, look, this is my sincerity. I don’t like the Emperor. The name etched on the red bean is yours.
Shen Yu was eager, and used a childish method like this to express himself to Zhenbei Wang. It was supposed to represent his pure devotion, just like the white jade prayer bead.
Zhenbei Wang held up the linglong dice and gave it only a glance. The pale jade bead was ground into the shape of a delicate cube and had a red rope strung through it. The name etched on the red bean could only be seen with close inspection.
“What are you trying to say?” The corners of his mouth held in his teasing. He tossed the dice lightly in his hand. It was quite daintily made.
After hearing that question, Shen Yu panicked a little. This was a custom from his home in Yunmeng. With the Northern city being thousands of li away from Yunmeng, however, it was natural if Zhenbei Wang didn’t understand his intentions.
“My mother told me that the people from my home would carve the names of those they love–” Shen Yu gestured in a hurry. But it was a lot to say, and his hand signs were not precise. The more excited he got the more clumsy his movements became, and after a while he still could not find the right words.
Forget it.
Zhenbei Wang didn’t have the patience to watch him wave his hands around.
“I don’t like these kinds of childish things, and I have no use for them.”
With a toss of his hand, the red bean dice flew out the window. Landing within the snow, it disappeared from sight.
Shen Yu’s hopeful smile froze on his face. His pupils contracted, and with the trajectory of the red bean dice, it felt as if he himself was being thrown off of the top of a tall building.
He suddenly turned and scrambled out of Bingxin Pavilion. He ignored the chunk of skin that was scraped off as he slipped on the stairs, and dived into the snow like a laughable and pitiable madman.
Shen Yu’s mind went blank. His only thought was to find the red bean dice. However, the white jade bead was already the same color as the snow, and the small bit of red was also covered. With a glance, it was impossible to be found.
Shen Yu burned with anxiety, crawling on the ground and searching, afraid to miss it in the blink of an eye. His delicate hands pushed away piles of snow as he searched inch by inch.
