Incarnated
Feelings

Zhang Han headed towards the Jiang residence but he was told that Jiang went to the temple, Zhang Han sighed.

" It always goes there whenever I look for it, does the goddess grant her wish? why should he believe such a thing." Zhang Han exited the room, as he headed towards his own residence Wei Chan ran after Zhang Han.

" Your Majesty, bad news..." Wei Chan was very worried from the look on his face.

" What news can make you run like this?"

" There was a riot outside the palace, many of the rebellious residents wanted prince Zhang Hou to be immediately appointed crown prince." Zhang Han narrowed his eyes.

" How could that be?"

" When you heard that you brought concubine Jiang with her son, they did not agree to have to raise the crown prince from a concubine, so they rebelled and thought that you delayed the ascension of prince Zhang Hou because of the son of concubine Jiang."

" Who spread news like that? looks like someone's taking advantage of the situation."

" Your highness, I am also actually curious, is it possible that concubine Jiang's son will be the successor? I don't mean to doubt the choice, just that even though concubine Jiang's eldest son but the successor must indeed be from the empress."

" Where are the princes?" Zhang Han did not want to answer what was asked of him, he was worried because of that, he thought from many views.

" I don't see them, your majesty."

" Don't let them hear this news."

" Servant understands."

Zhang Han then continued his steps followed by Wei Chan.

Xuan, Yuan and Zhang Hou returned to the palace after inspecting the place, they did not train because they were repairing the hut, hua Rong smiled back and ran over to Yuan but Zhang Hao stepped forward first.

" Daughter of Hua Rong..." Greet Zhang Hou.

" Prince Zhang Hou..." Hua Rong Smiled but his eyes saw Yuan standing behind Zhang Hou so he was seen looking at Zhang Hou, but Xuan could see the direction Hua Rong's eyes were heading.

" What's in your hand?" Zhang Hou asked looking at the handkerchief that Hua Rong had embroidered, Hua Rong was famous for being good at embroidery fabrics, and the results were very beautiful.

" Ah this ..I want to give it to someone." Hua Rong replied blushing in embarrassment, she smiled happily.

" For me?" zhang Hou said, Hua Rong wanted to answer but Yuan stepped away.

" Come brother, let's go." take Yuan to Xuan and then they leave, Zhang Hou shone looking at Hua Rong's handkerchief, he really liked whatever Hua Rong gave him.

Hua Rong looked disappointed when he saw Yuan leaving just like that, he became sad, he looked at Zhang Hou then handed him the handkerchief.

" For you alone." he replied and left feeling disappointed, Zhang Hou was very happy.

" Thank you." Zhang Hou replied, his heart flowered to receive the handkerchief.

Someone looking from a distance, he felt disappointed to see Zhang Hou happy to receive a handkerchief from Hua Rong, whereas whatever he tried to give Zhang Hou never accepted, he was Yu Qiaoyin.

Yu Qiaoyin enjoyed practicing martial arts so much that he did not understand things related to women, it was because when he was a child because he was fat he practiced so that his body shape was ideal but his clothes were covered like men's clothes, it was just that when he saw Zhang Hou he tried to become a woman in general but he still could not hide his harsh character.

" Maybe I should also learn to embroider." Guman Yu Qiaoyin, he then left.

Early in the morning Yu Qiaoyin called some of the best embroideries to teach him, the news made Xuelan astonished, as he wanted to ask his daughter, Qiaoyin seriously studied, so he did not want to disturb, as he wanted to, Hua Rong heard the news as well so he met Qiaoyin.

Hua Rong sat down for the lesson with Qiaoyin and Qiaoyin did not mind. Hua Rong was actually also astonished because he knew Qiaoyin did not like boring things like this.

While learning Qiaoyin's hands were often pierced and bleeding, Hua Rong asked Qiaoyin to learn to embroider on himself alone, because the embroider was no better than Hua Rong, finally after being persuaded by Hua Rong, Qiaoyin collapsed and chased them away and Hua Rong patiently taught Qiaoyin.

Qiaoyin frustrated learning to embroider because he really did not know how and only hurt his hands, so Hua Rong told Qiaoyin to stop.

" Why do you suddenly remember learning to embroider? it's not like you." Hua Rong felt protest with Qiaoyin's sudden attitude.

" I. I. just want to learn." she replied nervously.

" Nonsense." Qiaoyin threw out Hua Rong's hand.

" then? let me tell you, if she likes you she won't care what you are and will accept you for who you are, but if she doesn't like you however you try she won't look at you, no matter how hard you try to get his heart, in the end you'll suffer." Hua Rong touched Qiaoyin's shoulder.

" Silence, you will understand nothing." He brushed off Hua Rong's hand, then began to learn to embroider.

After a long day finally a bag so, he embroidered a rabbit, but his embroidery was very bad and untidy, he said, that it could be said that the image did not look like a rabbit at all but Qiaoyin insisted that it was a rabbit, Hua Rong could only be happy to see the happiness on Qiaoyin's face.

" You're gonna give whoever your first embroidery is that you've worked so hard on, even your fingers are hurt." Hua Rong pointed at Qiaoyin's finger bandaged on his five fingers as all were injured by the needle.

" On someone." Qiaoyin smiled as he thought of someone.

" It's just a small cut anyway, no problem, it's important that my pocket is done." she smiled and removed all the bandages.

" Alright, it's late afternoon.ayo back to the residence.." Hua Rong asked. Qiaoyin.

" Tell me, to whom do you want to give the bag to?" hua Rong asked on the sidelines of their journey, Hua Rong was very curious, Qiaoyin stopped and looked at Hua Rong.

" But you can't be jealous."

" All right."

" On the prince Zhang Hou."

" Prince Zhang Hou? really really?..."Hua Rong was very happy to hear that.

" Why are you so happy, you should be mad because you like it too." Qiaoyin.

" Say who? i... only like Yuan.." Hua Rong's cheeks flushed and felt embarrassed as she mentioned Yuan's name.

" really? but why did you give your embroidery to Zhang Hou, I saw it yesterday."

" That's because... Yuan.. very stupid..." Hua Rong became annoyed given the events yesterday. Qiaoyin let out a small laugh, he Now they were relieved to hear Hua Rong say and were very happy.

" When are you going to give it to me?"

" Morrow..." Hua Rong nodded then they parted ways as they reached their respective residences.

Xuan was sitting looking at the moon by the pond, he saw Zhang Hou sitting alone in the pandopo not far from the pond, he wanted to approach Zhang Hou but not so because he saw Qiaoyin walking towards Zhang Hou, Qiaoyin couldn't wait for tomorrow to give the bag away so he accidentally picked Zhang Hou so he walked up to him.

" Prince." said Qiaoyin, Zhang Hou turned his head.

" Daughter Yu...."

" Can I sit down?"

" A. please."

" What's up?" Qiaoyin bit his lips when asked, Xuan looked at them and was still able to hear what they were saying because Xuan was hiding behind a rock.

" It's." Qiaoyin handed over the pouch he had made earlier.

" What is this?" zhang Hou asked while looking at the pouch.

" Pockets." answered the plain Qiaoyin.

" I know it's a pocket, but I ask who makes a really ugly bag like this? this is even the worst pouch I have ever seen." Zhang Hou's comments hurt Qiaoyin deeply, he made her wholehearted and loving but what he expected turned out to be far, far away, his eyes glazed over to hear Zhang Hou's words.

" I found it on the way here, I thought it was yours, so I returned it. It wasn't yours." Qiaoyin took back the pouch with slightly trembling hands, he held back his tears from spilling in front of Zhang Hou.

" Ckckckck is too cruel." Xuan mutter softly shook his head.

" I'm leaving then." Qiaoyin stood up and left, as soon as he turned back his body of tears fell. Xuan left there quietly and followed Qiaoyin