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Yunyu finally left the main hall and then saw someone waiting for him under the stair. His eyes darted immediately at Yunyu, and Yunyu could only give him a cold stare.

He stepped down on the staircases, and when he arrived at the bottom, Huang Shu suddenly grabbed his hand. 

"Wha—"

Huang Shu dragged Yunyu to a pavilion quite far from the Imperial courtyard, so nobody would disturb them. Huang Shu had many things in his head, but he became tongue-tied, and the only word he could utter was his beloved's name.

"Bai Yunyu…"

Yunyu stared at Huang Shu with such a cold gaze, as if he was staring at a stranger, "Good Morning, Your Highness, Seventh Prince."

Huang Shu felt his heart was stabbed with a sharp knife as he knew that Yunyu must've realized it sooner than him.

"Y—Yunyu, I'm sorry for yesterday, I—"