Rebirth, guarding the mute at the tip of my heart

"Have Jiang Zhengchu and his second wife troubled you again?" Xie Ze asked seriously with a cold face.

He also knew that he was weird, and he had tried very hard to control himself. He wanted to start over with Ashin and give Ashin the best impression, but he couldn't control himself.

At night, looking at the empty room, it was as if he had returned to the palace of his previous life. It was empty, with nothing in it and nothing to hold on to. Even the only wooden horse that Ashin had given him was gone.

Only by seeing Ashin, only by confirming Ashin's existence, can he truly know that he has been reborn and can he feel at peace again.

Jiang Xin is his only reality in this world.

Jiang Xin didn't know what Xie Ze was thinking, and thought he was caring about him. Although he felt something was strange, he still felt warm in his heart, and hurriedly said: "No, my father and mother did not bully me, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Xie Ze nodded expressionlessly: "That's good, it's getting late, you should go back to sleep."

Jiang Xin: “…”

Jiang Xin opened his mouth, not knowing how to express what he was thinking at the moment, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Master, what happened?" Jiang Xin's room was in a remote area, and Xiaoliu, who was on guard after hearing the noise, came over slowly.

After a while, Xiaoliu, who was waiting outside the door, saw the door open a crack, and handed out a piece of paper from the crack: [Nothing, go back.]

Xiaoliu knew some simple characters, and when he saw this, he curled his lips and said unhappily, "Since there is nothing else to do, I will leave. Since it is inconvenient for the eldest master to talk, it is better to speak as little as possible. If the master and the mistress are scared in the middle of the night, who can bear the consequences?"

Having said that, without waiting for the other party to reply, he picked up the lantern and walked away with an unhappy look on his face. He was a mute anyway, so how could I scold him?

However, just as Xiaoliu turned around, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from behind him.

Before he could turn around, the lantern went out.

"Snapped!"

Xiaoliu only heard a crisp slap sound, and the next second, he felt a stinging pain on his face.

"Ah!" Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been slapped. What was even more hateful was that the other party quickly returned to the room after the slap, with no intention of coming out at all.

"You--!" Xiao Liu was so angry that his nose was crooked. He didn't expect that this mute would actually dare to attack him. He is the second young master's man!

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Xiaowu walked slowly and arrived late. When he saw Xiaoliu standing at the door motionless, he asked subconsciously.

"...No, it's okay." Xiao Liu suffered a loss and walked away angrily, covering his face.

No matter what, Jiang Xin is also his master. If he was beaten by his master, even if he wants to complain, he can only wait until tomorrow to complain to the second young master. If a quarrel is made in the middle of the night, he, as a servant, will not be able to escape from it.

Lucky for this mute!

Hearing the sounds outside the house gradually fading away, Jiang Xin finally let go of his worry. God knows how nervous he was when he saw Xie Ze rushing out just now!

It was already this late, and no one else in the mansion made any movement. It was obvious that the prince had not come in through normal channels. If people found out that the virtuous prince had broken into the Jiang Mansion at night, someone in the court would definitely attack the prince.

Xie Ze didn't care about that, he stared at Jiang Xin with a cold face: "Next time you meet this kind of slave, do it like me, understand? If anyone dares to say anything, just tell me, I won't let anyone bully you."

[Know, know.] Jiang Xin's ears turned red, and he didn't understand why the prince was so good to him, so good that it seemed unreal to him.

"Yeah." Xie Ze raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Xin's head. He realized that he had stayed long enough. After a long while, he pursed his lips and said coldly: "I'm leaving. You continue to sleep. I'll take you to the Imperial College for enrollment tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to open the door when he felt a slight tug on his sleeve.

Jiang Xin was a little nervous when he saw Xie Ze turning around and looking at him fiercely, but he still expressed his thoughts firmly.

[The Jiang Mansion is not close to the Prince's Mansion. If the Prince goes back now, he won't be able to sleep for a few hours. Besides, it's not safe to walk outside during the curfew. If the Prince doesn't mind, then...]

"Okay." Before Jiang Xin could finish his stumbling hand gestures, Xie Ze quickly responded, returned to his original position skillfully, and said seriously, "Sorry for bothering you."

"..." Jiang Xin scratched his face. He had a feeling that something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He stopped thinking about it and walked to the closet to get a quilt.

Fortunately, it was not too cold this season. Jiang Xin took out two quilts, spread one on the floor and used the other as a blanket. Then he smiled and said to Xie Ze: "Your Highness, go to bed. I'll sleep over here."

Fortunately, he lived in a remote place, very close to the small gate. Tomorrow morning, he could wake the prince up early and secretly send him out so that no one would know.

Jiang Xin thought he had considered it very carefully, but he saw Xie Ze suddenly frown again, and he walked up to him and dragged him onto the bed in a bad mood, and pressed him into the quilt fiercely: "Sleep!"

After saying that, he picked up the quilt on the ground and crawled in with a fierce look.

Jiang Xin: “…”

Jiang Xin was anxious. How could he let his master and benefactor sleep on the floor while he slept on the bed?

"If you dare to move, I'll go out and call out all the Jiang family members." Before Jiang Xin could lift the quilt, he heard Xie Ze's cold voice coming from the ground.

Jiang Xin: “…” How come the person who sneaked into his house is more confident than him?

Jiang Xin puffed up his cheeks, not daring to lose his temper with Xie Ze. He could only sulk to himself, quietly complaining in his heart that this benefactor seemed a little bit willful.

It seems that although the rumors are not credible, there are still reasons for them.

"If you can't sleep, you can try talking to me." Just when Jiang Xin was still sulking, he heard the prince's voice again.

Jiang Xin was startled, and looked cautiously at the person lying on the ground, and asked curiously: [Prince, how do you know I am not asleep? ]

"I have been practicing martial arts for many years, and my hearing is better than that of ordinary people. There is a difference between the breathing rate when asleep and when awake." Xie Ze explained simply, looking at Jiang Xin with a curious expression, his face was unusually gentle, "Do you remember what the doctor said? If you want to restore your voice, you have to practice often. Do you want to try it?"

"..." Jiang Xin was somewhat expectant, yet also a little nervous: [I, I don't know what to do. ]

As soon as the gesture ended, Jiang Xin saw Xie Ze, who had just been lying on the ground, quickly got up and quickly lifted his quilt.

By the time he reacted, Jiang Xin's round eyes had already met the other person's.

Xie Ze grabbed Jiang Xin's hand and placed it on his Adam's apple, saying in a gentle and restrained voice: "You can touch my throat, feel my pronunciation, and imitate my voice."

Jiang Xin: “…”

"Aze, this is my name. You can call me that. Try it." Xie Ze pressed Jiang Xin's fingers tightly against his Adam's apple and gently repeated his name again.

Jiang Xin felt the warmth coming from his fingertips, and looked at the other person's focused expression, as if he had lost his mind. He subconsciously imitated Xie Ze's mouth shape and opened his mouth subconsciously: [Ah, Ze.]

"Yeah." Xie Ze curled his eyes and looked at Jiang Xin: "I heard it."

Ashin’s voice must be very pleasant, very nice to hear.