The Next Of Phoenix
Chapters 12. The Dead Heart

"Young master-no! Mr Rong??"

"Gosh .. Is that really Mr Rong? Wangxia Rong?"

"He ... today suddenly came back?"

"Gosh, haven't seen her in a long time! From my first child I was a child and now I have five children, the man has finally returned!"

Xiao Mingyui who had stood up and returned to his desk did not say any words other than paying attention to Rong Wangxia, nor did Xiao Xiangqing. The man just stood still and looked, he did not recognize this man before him at all.

Rong Wangxia bowed briefly towards Xiao Mingyui and Xiao Xiangqing, his fox-shaped eyes still looking very striking.

Xiao Mingyui had heard the name Rong Wangxia in one of his mother's stories, but had never met the man for real. Hearing the surrounding people mention Rong Wangxia's name, does .. mean that this man before him is really Rong Wangxia? The man who was willing to fight his own family for the peace of the Empire?

"I'm sorry for not introducing myself politely, I am Rong Wangxia, the head of the Rong family. In the past, Xiao Wangfei and I were both business partners and close friends. It's only natural that you don't recognize me, because I rarely return to the Capital City," Rong Wangxia said, his eyes secretly paying more attention to Xiao Mingyui's face than Xiao Xiangqing's. Xiao Mingyui's face, actually made her heart slightly filled. He recalled all the long memories that were so hard on his heart.But, after paying attention to Xiao Mingyui's face deeper, he realized that Xiao Mingyui's calm gaze was very similar to his father, Xiao Muqing. The man who was the reason Rong Wangxia failed to reach his heart.

"Are you Mr. Rong who was once a big donor of our Chuan Wuqi business?" xiao Mingyui asked, both of his eyes slightly pinched in not being too sure. He heard stories from his late mother about Rong Wangxia's name seven years ago.

Rong Wangxia was stunned, then he nodded lightly while throwing a deeper smile. "Well, where did you know that story? Xiao Wangfei?"

Xiao Mingyui nodded briefly. "true." Xiao Mingyui's successful reply made Rong Wangxia even more excited, because ...it was a sign he was not forgotten just like that by Huang Mingxiang even though they had not met for a dozen years.

Rong Wangxia bowed again, then said, "Then excuse me, I have to greet the other invited guests again because it has been a long time since I have not returned to the Capital City."

Xiao Mingyui smiled faintly for formality. "Of course, please Mr. Rong."

"Jiejie, what's with the expression on her face?" Whispering Xiao Xiangqing, his eyes stared strangely from the beginning to the end of Rong Wangxia's arrival.

Xiao Mingyui shook his head slowly. "No idea, you ask yourself."

Xiao Xiangqing sighed, then chose to stand up and re-mixed with the nobles again.

Xiao Mingyui returned alone, Xiao Feluan had already moved closer to his mother, Lu Fei who was now accompanying the Emperor with Wu Guifei.

Lu Fei, that woman has been looking sickly for the past three years. Xiao Mingyui did not know much about Lu Fei, who she knew only that woman used to be her mother's best friend. Lu Fei rarely came out of his residence, he was only present at major events like this. This is likely due to the condition of his body that is not so good.

Seeing the young nobles starting to look good, the Emperor finally released them to go to the big garden of the Palace. Without anyone realizing it, Xiao Jiwang, the figure of the man had not existed since everyone was busy with the presence of Rong Wangxia.

Xiao Mingyui opted out, she deliberately did not blend in with Xiao Fenghua and the others because she wanted to take a short pause for herself to breathe calmly.

Xiao Mingyui walked without direction, but that did not mean that he did not know the location or name of the place where he was now. Since childhood he has been accustomed to go out and enter the Palace as he pleases with his late mother.

The foot of Xiao Sunday walking towards the north garden of the Palace, the park is an old garden that is rarely visited by residents or visitors to the Palace.

Xiao Mingyui climbed onto the top of the old pavilion, countless dried leaves falling down and dust. Xiao Mingyui took out her handkerchief, then wiped the tables and chairs so that she could stop by comfortably.

After he finished, Xiao Mingyui sat on the chair comfortably. His lips smiled thinly while his eyes focused on sweeping the entire garden. Looking to the left, right beside this Pavilion was a huge mango tree. Every summer comes, the fruit always grows a lot and it tastes very sweet. Nine years ago he had asked his father to pick mangoes, warm memories that again enveloped his heart. Slowly, Xiao Mingyui's heart quietly felt filled.

"Don't be weak, Mingyui!" Xiao Mingyui spoke to herself, then both of her hands moved to pat her own two cheeks.

"You look stupid."

A cold and heavy voice rang out, making Xiao Mingyui startled. Looking quickly to the left, the sound came from the top of the mango tree. Xiao Mingyui's two eyes pinched warily, her right hand silently preparing to pull the hidden dagger that was always hidden under her hanfu skirt.

Taps!

The figure suddenly appeared, Xiao Mingyui's forehead growing more and more forgetful in the moment he realized that the person was Xiao Jiwang. Wait, since when is that guy here?!

Xiao Jiwang kicked Xiao Mingyui out of his chair, upsetting Xiao Mingyui but unable to resist due to Xiao Jiwang's drunken condition. If he refused and argued just because of the chair, it would only be a waste of manpower.

Xiao Jiwang sat down, while Xiao Mingyui stood up. Xiao Jiwang suddenly pointed at Xiao Mingyui with his index finger, then alternately pointed at the floor, as if ordering Xiao Mingyui to sit nearby, but on the floor.

Xiao Mingyui said, he was secretly curious as to what Xiao Jiwang would do if he was drunk.

"Your highness, does it matter if you get drunk heavily in the middle of the big Palace party? I'm afraid the nobles and Emperors aren't happy about-"

"I don't care." Xiao Jiwang cut Xiao Mingyui's words quickly.

Xiao Mingyui rolled her eyes lazily, prayer should have just left as soon as she realized there was that man here.

"Why don't you care? Are you the heir to the throne? You must guard your honor." Xiao Mingyui was curious about this, so he asked.

Xiao Jiwang raised his left eyebrow, his two sharp eagle eyes staring at the shade of Xiao Mingyui. The man's lips smirked thinly. "You speak as if you were my wife. Is your ambition that big?"

Xiao Mingyui was stunned, then his head shook slowly. "I ask not because of my ambition, I ask only because this knows. If you have a hidden obstacle that makes it difficult for you to control yourself, who knows I can help him."

Xiao Jiwang took another sip of the alcohol that was inside, after the last drop he got, the man directly threw away the alcohol bottle just like that. Xiao Jiwang's eyes refocused on Xiao Mingyui. "You won't understand."

"Where does your Majesty know?"

"Stareof."

"What's my gaze?"

Xiao Jiwang nodded briefly. "Yes. Your gaze is like a dead man, too cold, empty."

"How about your majesty?"

Xiao Jiwang raised his left eyebrow again at a glance. "My heart is not as true as your heart, we are different."

"How then can the heart not die?" xiao Mingyui asked, I don't know since when he was interested in serving Xiao Jiwang drunk.

Xiao Jiwang shrugged both shoulders, then leaned his body on the table while folding both hands. His face was facing Xiao Mingyui, the man's gaze was still staring at Xiao Mingyui. "Maybe love? But I don't know, I don't believe in love either."

Xiao Mingyui was silent, her eyes watching Xiao Jiwang who was slowly closing her eyes. It seemed that after being heavily drunk while chanting, the man was sleepy.

Xiao Mingyui touched the man's shoulder. "Do I have to call a servant so that you can be helped back to your House Palace?"

Xiao Jiwang only shook his head briefly, he did not answer anything.

Xiao Mingyui sighed, then glanced towards the empty chair located not far from him. Xiao Mingyui walked towards the chair and wiped away the dust. After cleaning, Xiao Mingyui pushed the chair right beside Xiao Jiwang's chair.

Xiao Mingyui's two eyes were still watching Xiao Jiwang, when he saw the man suddenly move with his forehead folded deep and his eyes still closed, Xiao Mingyui was a little confused. What's wrong with her? What did he see in the dream? Is ... is it a nightmare?

Xiao Mingyui was a little surprised when she saw the tear-spire coming out of Xiao Jiwang's closed eyes, the woman immediately drew closer to Xiao Jiwang's face to take a closer look.

"Did he have a bad dream?" xiao Mingyui asked in a small voice.

Xiao Mingyui slowly placed his right hand on Xiao Jiwang's wrist. Slowly, Xiao Mingyui's hand managed to grasp Xiao Jiwang's hand. He remembered his mother's words, if anyone around us has nightmares, all we have to do is hold his hand while he is asleep, then gently wipe his face. This was often what he and Xiao Xiangqing did in turn when they were little.

Xiao Mingyui's left hand gently rubbed Xiao Jiwang's forehead, the man's folded forehead gradually fading away. At a time like this, Xiao Jiwang's figure did not look creepy at all. The man looked very calm and peaceful.

"Am I going to love you?" mumbled Xiao Mingyui, the woman now rested her body on the table with her arms bent to serve as a head pad.