ed, he stood up and prepared to push the wheelchair.

Seeing this, Wen Chi also hurriedly stood up and prepared to follow behind Shi Ye’s wheelchair.

Unexpectedly, before Eunuch Zhu’s hand touched the wheelchair, he was stopped by Shi Ye’s wave: “Zhu Xian, you stay here.”

Eunuch Zhu hesitated for a moment: “But Your Royal Highness…”

Shi Ye ignored Eunuch Zhu and directly turned his attention to Wen Chi, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb: “Come here.”

When Wen Chi was called, his heart trembled and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But when he lowered his eyes to meet Shi Ye’s calm gaze, the words of refusal were all blocked in his throat and he quietly swallowed them and reluctantly walked over to grab the handle of the wheelchair.

Shi Ye said, “Let’s go.”

Wen Chi glanced at Eunuch Zhu, who looked lost but didn’t dare to say anything.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for both of them.
He sighed secretly and pushed the wheelchair out of the private room.

The wheelchair under Shi Ye looks bulky but it was very cleverly designed.
Not only can it be controlled by Shi Ye himself but it was not hard for Wen Chi to push the wheelchair, no wonder that thin maid named Zuo Zhi has been pushing the wheelchair.

After leaving the restaurant, there was a lively marketplace.

Wen Chi looked around and was dazzled.
He didn’t know which way to go, so he had to ask Shi Ye, “Your Highness… Young Master Shi, where do you want to go?”

Shi Ye still lacked interest and said, “Just walk around.”

Since Shi Ye had said so, Wen Chi walked around aimlessly.
Since he was still pushing Shi Ye, he didn’t dare to join in the fun, so he could only walk in the middle of the street in an orderly manner.

Fortunately, the atmosphere in the market is very lively.
And even if you just walk around, you can still feel the festive atmosphere from the sound of laughter around you.

Wen Chi saw an aunt selling rice dumplings1 in front of a vendor.

The ancient rice dumplings were slightly different from the modern ones.
The ancient rice dumplings were smaller in size and it was not glutinous rice but millet rice wrapped in leaves.
Those rice dumplings were steamed by the aunt and placed in piles in bamboo baskets and they were steaming hot.

Wen Chi was a little moved when he saw it and he couldn’t help but stop.
He tilted his head and asked Shi Ye, “Young Master Shi, do you want to eat rice dumplings?”

Shi Ye glanced at that aunt who was shouting loudly and said in a low voice, “No.”

“Oh, okay.” Wen Chi’s excited tone despondent all of a sudden, but he quickly realized that he had failed to hide his emotions just now and hastily added with a smile, “Then let’s go ahead and take a look.”

Shi Ye suddenly said, “If you want to eat, you can go ahead and buy it.”

Wen Chi was stunned for a while, then got excited again: “Really?”

“When have I ever told a lie?” Shi Ye tilted his head and said casually, “Go, I’ll wait for you here.”

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, he raised his hand, spread out his palm, on which there was a silver ingot.

“Young Master Shi, no need.” Wen Chi hurriedly said, “I have money.”

Before he came, the original owner had saved a lot of private money and the palace would also give him silver every month.
He had almost nowhere to spend it except to take care of his servants and finally he could take them out and use them today. 

When Shi Ye heard what Wen Chi said, he didn’t force him and took his hand back.

From Wen Chi’s point of view, he could just see the half of Shi Ye’s face that was not covered by the mask.
The interlaced red and yellow light on the street plated a layer of light on his cold white skin, but still gives rise to a kind of cold emotion that is unapproachable.

For some reason, Wen Chi felt that Shi Ye was preoccupied tonight.

 

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