Gu Yunru’s broad-minded approach left Rong Zhen speechless.
“Can this really cure my illness?” Rong Zhen looked at Gu Yunru with a skeptical gaze.
“Of course, it helps to relax your mind. You need to shift your focus. Don’t just listen to me talk in grandiose terms. You won’t know until you try,” Gu Yunru replied earnestly, looking at the guards following behind Rong Zhen and asking loudly, “Which one of you can play horse-hanging? His Highness the Prince said there will be a reward for anyone who can beat him.”
The group looked at each other in confusion, with some already taking a step forward, but upon seeing the inscrutable eyes of His Royal Highness, they retreated in fear.
Gu Yunru thought for a moment and realized that this group was used to being abused by Rong Zhen and would not dare to challenge him. She patted his shoulder solemnly and pulled him aside, saying, “This won’t work. Everyone is afraid of you.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Rong Zhen replied.
“I know you are a prince, with high status and power. No one dares to play with you. How about this, I’ll help you dress up and take you to the horse-hanging hall in Qingle Street.”
Rong Zhen looked at her expressionlessly, but his heart was stirred. He had never been to such a common place before thus lively and joyful scenes were never a part of his life. Could this really cure his illness?
He looked at Gu Yunru with a skeptical gaze once again, making her feel uncomfortable all over. She shrugged and coughed twice, saying, “Don’t forget our agreement. After all, we both have our own needs.”
“I will go,” Rong Zhen said