For the past hour, ShuFang had been discretely trying to shoo YiWang away, but to his dismay, YiWang didn't budge a bit. YiWang kept trying to grab ShuFang over to his side. 

"Sir Wang, I have business to attend to." ShuFang blunted stated. He didn't bother with his mannerisms anymore. He was just a hair's width away from hacking YiWang's body into a thousand pieces. 

"How dare you talk to the thirteenth pr--" The servant beside YiWang rudely pointed at ShuFang and started to run his mouth, scolding ShuFang with a harsh tone until YiWang kicked him away. 

"Shut your mouth!" YiWang bellowed. "You useless mutt!"

'That's what I'd like to say to you.' ShuFang thought. 

The servant, already used to YiWang's kicks, rolled a few feet away and performed a jumping grovel (orz). "This servant is incompetent! Please punish this servant!" The servant knew that his tongue had slipped and he had almost revealed the thirteenth prince's identity. 

YiWang glared menacingly at the servant before turning to face ShuFang with a (fake) bright smile. "Fang-er, I will come back tomorrow." He looked haughtily at ShuFang, as if ShuFang should be extremely honoured to have him visit. 

ShuFang didn't say anything. He simply laughed. He wished he could pierce an arrow through YiWang's heart right now. Fang-er?! How dare he call him Fang-er?!

To the delusional 13th prince and servant pair, ShuFang's laughter seemed cheerful and of bliss, as if ShuFang was very pleased to have them come again. But to Jun WeiXiang who was standing nearby, his laughter seemed to have a tone of endurance and extreme annoyance in it. There was even a slight hint of killing intent mixed within it. 

Jun WeiXiang's eyebrow slightly raised up in curiosity. Oh? It seems like the gentle fairy isn't as pure as everyone thought. But it's better that way. I prefer feisty kittens over defenceless bunnies.

'Eh?' Jun WeiXiang froze. Did he just compare ShuFang to a feisty kitten? No, that couldn't be. He was straight, straight ah!

While Jun WeiXiang was having an inner dilemma with his sexuality orientation, ShuFang had already sent YiWang away. He walked towards a nearby servant and informed the servant to prepare some chilling soup, his hand slightly brushing against the servant's sleeve. He swiftly tucked a piece of paper inside the sleeve. The servant's eyes showed a strange gleam as he nodded and walked off. 

Just as ShuFang was about to practice his zither again, he perceived Jun WeiXiang approaching him. He could feel that Jun WeiXiang's arms were aiming to wrap around him, but since he was a 'blind man with no way of knowing his surroundings,' he could only pretend to not sense Jun WeiXiang embracing him. 

"Eh?" He played a shocked expression as he struggled in Jun WeiXiang's arms. "W-who?!"

Jun WeiXiang chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just me, friend." He laid his chin on top of ShuFang's shoulder, inhaling in the refreshing scent of plum blossoms that was emitted from ShuFang's body. He quite liked this scent; it relaxes his mind and soul.

"L-let go of me." ShuFang, although only putting on an act, actually felt a skirmish feeling rising within him as he was caged in by Jun WeiXiang's strong arms. His ears slightly flushed red from the intimate contact. "I need to practice my zither!" ShuFang hastily said. 

Jun WeiXiang glanced at ShuFang's flushed ears and felt an itch in his heart. 'Cute...' he thought. His arms that were wrapped around ShuFang's slim body tightened even more. 

"Y-your highness.." ShuFang blushed even more. But suddenly, he recalled the memories of his past life. 'No..this is just an act! It's all an act. He's also a prince competing for the throne, ShuFang. Don't be so silly. You won't get another chance if you ruin this life too!' ShuFang harshly scolded himself. He then hardened his expression and used his full strength to push Jun WeiXiang away. 

Obviously, Jun WeiXiang didn't expect such strength from ShuFang, as he stumbled backwards and hit his back against a pole, reopening his wounds. 

Jun WeiXiang groaned. Immediately, a patch of scarlet blood permeated the bandages and slowly spread larger and larger, infusing the air with a metallic scent. 

ShuFang immediately ran over and helped Jun WeiXiang up; he showed a panicked and guilty expression on his face. "Sorry I-I.." He struggled to say, his voice coarse and full of fright. 

"It's alright, I'm fine." Jun WeiXiang smiled, his hand reaching out to caress ShuFang's face. He didn't like seeing ShuFang so panicked; he wanted to softly rub the negative emotions away. 

ShuFang, who felt Jun WeiXiang's hand reaching out towards his cheek, slapped it away. His body froze as it erupted with a mixture of wariness, lamentation, and anxiety. In a blink of an eye, the mixture of emotions in the atmosphere vanished as if it was all just an illusion. 

ShuFang backed away from Jun WeiXiang. 

"Wait, ShuFang!" Jun WeiXiang tried to grab ShuFang's hand. He had felt all the emotions that erupted from ShuFang just now. 

ShuFang didn't reply. He turned around and bolted away. 

Jun WeiXiang, who had a body full of injuries, of course couldn't chase after ShuFang. But although he couldn't chase, he could still clearly see all of ShuFang's actions. He saw ShuFang informing a nearby maid to take care of his injuries. Jun WeiXiang's heart warmed, but then it went cold again when he recalled the eruption of emotions earlier. 

He wanted to know what had made ShuFang harbour such intense negative emotions like that. So, he limply followed ShuFang, ignoring the pleas of the maid behind him. 

"Sir, the young master has asked me to take care of your injuries! You can't move ah, the injuries are going to get worse!" The maid yelled worriedly. She didn't want to disappoint her young master. What if her young master hates her because of this?

"Don't care. Scram." Jun WeiXiang coldly told the maid. He continued to limp in ShuFang's direction. 

The maid's back was full of cold sweat. She had a feeling, that if she continued to obstruct him, she would face dreary consequences. She gulped and faced the sky with a tearful face. 'Heavens, why must you give birth to such a troublesome man. Because of him, the young master will hate me!'