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When his best friend dies , Crown Prince Wen Mingye risks going extra in mourning his friend by mourning in public and wearing the Mask of Mourning which is a taboo in the Southern Blossom Dynasty. As a result Wen Mingye is stripped off his Crown Prince title and his younger brother Wen Hai is promoted to replace him. When the time for the Crown Prince to start his study comes ,a number of sons and daughters from noble families together with his Royal siblings are chosen to be his study buddies. Mizi Yue ,a polymath scholar enters the Imperial Palace as one of the Crown Prince's teachers. While publicly paying attention to the Crown Prince and a number of other female students,Mizi Yue secrets pays attention and displays affection to Wen Mingye as his love interest. After a few encounters of interaction,the feeling slowly starts becoming mutual but neither of them dares to acknowledge this newly developed bond between them encapsulated by a special feeling. In a judgemental society like the Southern Blossom Dynasty ,they can only leave their feelings a concealed  and unspoken concept. But what will happen when the secret they have been hiding from the public eventually comes to light?

An Unspoken Bond:The Prince and His Scholar(BL)

Mizi Yue swiftly cut off the silk threads and released him. Without taking another glance at his victim,he walked away leaving Wen Mingye perplexed by his actions.

"Did he just snub me?"Wen Mingye snorted in disbelief,"Mizi Yue! Just wait I'll tell everyone about your shady business,"Wen Mingye yelled angrily.

"The wolves will have eaten you by then because you're noisy,"Mizi Yue replied his voice receding as he walked forth.

Realization then dawned on Wen Mingye of how stupid he was for yelling at him instead of chasing after him to the agency to accomplish his mission. Instead of going back to the palace,Wen Mingye went back to the dance house to Mizi Yue's room to be precise . As he opened the door,he was welcomed by fragments of burnt joss paper lying carelessly on the floor. The room was untidy with melted wax stuck on tables.

Chapter 37: The Noble Beat; A Drumstick for Her Hand.