Hearing the housekeeper's words, Zhu Ziyue pressed his eyebrows, he narrowed a pair of slender eyes, and a ghostly light flashed under his eyes.

That night, the experience of a teenager similar to his younger brother resurfaced in his mind.

Zhu Ziyue stood up suddenly, walked quickly towards the door, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When the butler saw him in such a hurry, he hurried to follow.

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, a young man was carrying a burden, and his back was lonely and thin.

This person is none other than Ye Hao.

The young man's face was tense, and his face was full of slaughter, not at all like when he met Zhu Ziyue, his face was full of simplicity and immaturity.

He looked at the plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion, his eyes were glowing with a dark glow, all kinds of complex emotions were pressed in his eyes, and there was a compelling low-pressure atmosphere around him.

He didn't want to come, he didn't want to.

But he didn't have a choice.

If he had known that meeting his benefactor would bring about the current result, he would rather never meet again, and would rather die in that assassination.

Ye Hao saw it from a distance, the man who came quickly, the other party had a gentle face and picturesque eyebrows, and he was the most beautiful man in the capital.

If he hadn't married the young lady of Tong Mansion, he would have been the best gentleman in the minds of many women, and it would have broken the hearts of many women.

Ye Hao looked at the man who was coming quickly, his dark eyes were deep, and they were cold without the slightest temperature.

He didn't have a choice—

Lowering her eyes, the light in her eyes became warm, replaced by the simplicity and childishness they had when they first met, and her face was also smiling.

Zhu Ziyue stepped out of the mansion gate and saw the young man standing there at a glance.

The thin body of the young man looks so pitiful.

Especially when the other party looked up, the face similar to that of his younger brother made Zhu Ziyue's heart soften.

"Ye Hao?" If I'm not mistaken, the boy should have been called by that name.

Ye Hao smiled at the man who spoke, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of bright smiles.

"It's me, I'm here to repay the favor."

Zhu Ziyue raised his eyebrows: "Repay the favor? ”

He didn't remember what he had done with this young man.

"Yes, five years ago, the Lord gave me a bag of silver." As he spoke, Ye Hao took it out of his arms, and when they met for the second time, he was pulled by Zhu Ziyue and him, and the purse was torn.

"At the beginning, the lord gave me this purse, which contained dozens of taels of silver, and told me that if I made a mistake in the future, I must not be caught."

“……”

Zhu Ziyue looked at the young man's brilliant face, the shabby purse in his hand, and some pictures flashed in his mind.

That was the year he first entered the capital, that year he was subject to the Tong Mansion, and that was also the year he took revenge in Dongchang and killed Xiao Shi.

When leaving the East Factory, he passed by and rescued a little boy.

"It turned out to be you."

The reason why he came to the rescue was because the young man's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his younger brother.

"It's me, my lord, I'm here to repay the favor, do you want me?" Ye Hao took a few steps closer to Zhu Ziyue, and her eyes were full of sincerity.

That good-looking face couldn't help but make Zhu Ziyue dazzle.

"Okay."

He whispered back.

Without thinking, he followed his heart and left the boy.

The young man came to the door with a burden, obviously to take refuge in him, and he had no resistance to this face similar to his younger brother, so he did not doubt the identity of the young man.

Zhu Ziyue looked at the young man who came up, reached out and touched his head, and there was connivance in his eyes.

He didn't see that Ye Hao, who was hanging his head, had a look of guilt and complexity flashing in his eyes.