The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried a bone-chilling chill. It made Director Fan suddenly tremble!

What, burn all of this?!

He was all the more curious he was about what was written on the card.

Originally, the emperor's attitude wasn't like this. But after seeing the card, His Highness' entire person seemed to be shrouded in shadows, making people panic.

Just as Director Fan was daydreaming, he suddenly saw the emperor give him a cold glance.

Then, that pair of slender porcelain-white hands began to tear the card.

The young man tore it very elegantly, but his face was gloomy.

Soon, that light blue card fell like snowflakes, turning into pieces on the ground.

Director Fan looked at the young man in front of him, afraid that he would accidentally rub against the reversed scales.

This newly promoted emperor seemed to have a different personality from the previous one, but in reality, they were all the same. He was temperamental, unpredictable, and really difficult to get along with.

Director Fan sighed in his heart that he was unlucky. He subconsciously swallowed his throat, and his voice carried some probing.

"Your Highness, should I send someone to clean up?"

"No need."

The emperor's voice was cold and heavy, and he rejected him without thinking.

Director Fan smiled bitterly in his heart. If the emperor were to look at the scraps of paper on the ground, his mood would definitely be even worse, right?

He had just secretly glanced at the pieces of paper on the ground. Unfortunately, the emperor had torn it so much that he could not see a single word that was intact!

What exactly did Young Master Fiennes write on it that made the Emperor so angry?

It was said that curiosity killed the cat, but Director Fan couldn't help but guess. It was as if he was scratching his heart and liver. If he didn't get an answer, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

It was likely that this would become a mystery. Only Young Master Fiennes and the Emperor knew. The latter would definitely not say, and he didn't dare to ask.

As for the former…

Now that everything was about to be burned, Director Fan would not remind Fiennes about this kind of thing. Otherwise, he would definitely be the unlucky one in the end.

He just needed pretend that this box of gifts disappeared midway.

Director Fan made up his mind, so he immediately took a step forward and picked up the stack of paper on the long table that was contained in the box.

He glanced at it from the corner of his eye and tried to barely make out a few words, but he found it very difficult.

However, these papers looked like music scores…

Because the emperor treated Su Wan very differently, Director Fan had specially gone to inquire about Su Wan. Naturally, he knew that Su Wan had played the Guqin at Miss Diya's birthday party.

In that case, these pieces of paper were compositions for the Guqin?

There were probably very few people in the world who knew how to play the Guqin. It was also extremely difficult to collect Guqin scores.

Seeing how old these scores were, it was possible that some of them were out of print.

Thinking of the Emperor saying that he wanted to burn these, Director Fan could not help but feel a little regretful.

What a pity…

However, although he felt regretful, he dared not disobey the emperor's orders.

It was good that these Guqin scores had been burned. Out of sight, out of mind. He hoped that the Emperor would not get angry again.

Director Fan immediately picked up the box. He took large strides and had just reached the door when he suddenly heard the emperor speak.

"Stop."

Director Fan's expression froze. His hand that was holding the box tightened slightly, and his expression became somewhat perturbed.

Why did the emperor call him back all of a sudden?

It couldn't be that he was going to give him some difficult task, right?

Director Fan felt bitter in his heart. He was afraid that the Emperor would push him out and let him negotiate with Fiennes.

Director Fan was the most tactful person. Even if he didn't please others, he definitely didn't want to make many enemies.

What kind of joke was this? He was just a servant. If he was really sent out to negotiate, perhaps Fiennes would not blame His Highness, but would first make an example of him!

Just as Director Fan was trembling with fear, a cold voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"Don't burn it yet."

The four words echoed in Director Fan's heart like a yellow bell.

It made him unable to regain his senses for a moment.

What shouldn't be burned first?!

Was it the scores in his hands?

After regaining his senses, Director Fan's eyes suddenly lit up!

He looked at the pile of old paper in his hands in surprise and was somewhat happy.

Although he didn't know much about the Guqin and didn't love it, he felt that these scores were definitely precious. If they were really burned, it would be more or less a pity.

"Why? Are you very happy?"

Hearing this, Director Fan's smile instantly disappeared.

"Your Highness, I feel that some of these Guqin scores might be out of print, so…"

As if extremely impatient, the young man suddenly spoke, interrupting Director Fan's mid-sentence.

"So what?"

The emperor coldly threw a knife at him. Director Fan's body suddenly stiffened, and he felt the hairs on his back stand up.

It's over, it's over, it's over. I must have said something wrong just now and offended the emperor!

Director Fan couldn't stop complaining in his heart. His lips opened awkwardly. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to explain.

The emperor looked down at Director Fan. His gaze was as deep as a lake, making people feel a chill.

Ah, that's right. Some of the music scores here were out of print…

Previously, Fiennes' letter had also specifically emphasized that.

Wasn't it just to prove how difficult it was for him to find these music scores for Su Wan?

The man's face was gloomy. Director Fan's body shivered. He had a feeling that the other party would lose his temper at any moment.

Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?!

Just now, His Highness had finally changed his mind, yet he was still trying to ram himself into the barrel of a gun!

The man in front of him was clearly very young, but that kind of aura made Director Fan feel a burst of fear.

Director Fan's palms kept breaking out in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth slightly and finally spoke.

There was a knife held in front of his head, and a knife held at the back of his head. His position was awkward, but he still had to ask.

"Your Highness, do these still have to be burnt?"

Seeing the emperor's gloomy expression, Director Fan thought that he would get an answer that was absolutely certain.

However, the truth was beyond his expectations.

"Lock them up."

As he said this, the man waved his hand, indicating that Director Fan could leave.

Director Fan was startled. He did not expect the emperor to have such an attitude in the end. He was not angry with him, nor did he want to burn those scores.

However, if he locked them up, did it mean that he did not have to tell Su Wan about them?

Director Fan hesitated for a moment. He wanted to ask a question, but as the words reached his throat, he immediately swallowed them back.

Cough. If he asked, it would most likely cause another bloody storm.

It was better for him to obediently lock up the scores and remain silent.

Director Fan nodded respectfully at the young man. Then, he carried the scores out of the study and very considerately closed the door.

…

The room was silent.

The young man stood alone, his whole body exuding a coldness that kept strangers away.

He lowered his head and his gaze swept through the debris under his feet.

Fiennes' words automatically appeared in his mind…

The man's expression became more and more indifferent, his thin lips tightly pursed.

It seemed that he had made Su Wan's life too comfortable! He had forgotten the basic rules!