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Chenxing had been drunkenly waffling on about the events of the arrival party of his Consort for a while now, Haoyu had slightly zoned it out making sure nobody was seeing them sat here.
But, he was taken out of thought by Chenxings jumbled waffle turning into something clearer not 100% clear, but clearly something Chenxing wanted to tell Haoyu, “Haoyu, there was this official…”
Chenxing turned his head to the gardener drunkenly, “he was going on and on about how much his son would be honoured to work for me, but he’s away right now.”
Haoyu looked blankly at the drunk Prince sat half waffling on to the only person who would probably listen and not tell the entire palace. But the thing that’s catching Haoyu out is who is this official, it can’t be who he thinks it is. Can he?
“…If only I could remember his name.” Chenxing mumbled to himself.
Haoyu gave a slight huff, and just said “come on, Yuzhou. Let’s take you back.”
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Haoyu slowly walked to the food hall, he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night quite honestly.
When he had tried to take Yuzhou back, the Princes attendant was asleep or something?
So he had to put him to bed, he did wonder how the hung over prince would react to waking up in his attire from yesterday.
Continuing on, as the gardener attempted to walk and make way to his sleeping area (which, keep in mind, is about a half an hour walk to get to), after putting the Crown Prince himself to bed. He felt a hand clasp onto the back of his clothes and pull him back, with an unknown amount of strength — for a bubbly, soft-hearted Prince anyways.
As Haoyu fell back onto the bed, just missing Yuzhou, he felt a hand grab his. Tighter than one would expect, but it wasn’t a violent hold, it was a scared almost childlike grip.
One you’d give your mother after having a bad dream, or knowing you’d never get the chance to hold it this tight again.
Maybe something in the Prince knew, this wasn’t a forever kind of thing.
Haoyu knew, but he could play ignorant to that — for a while.
By the time Haoyu had done thinking, he had reached the line to get food.
It was the usual basic stuff this morning, different bland flavours of congee. So he just picked the first one his hand grabbed onto and made way to an empty table.