ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 107. Take it to the end

On the last weekend of winter, a week had passed since His Holiness Nan Chen was pronounced dead, Nanxing city was so grim from end to end.

People in parts of the region suffered from an unusual cold disaster, in other regions after the Yanzhi army attack under Qian Ren left a trail of suffering.

Although Qian Ren's Yu army was suddenly pulled back two days ago, the chaos left much misery for the innocent people. There is no war that leaves no suffering.

The arrogant and wealthy Niangxi suffered a tremendous downturn.

Prime minister Yang Liujun looked so grieved, he was even about to take over the lead of the funeral but the king's uncle, the younger brother of the previous king, Nan Feng from another mother suddenly appeared and handed over the ceremony.

Nan Feng chose to live outside the palace, since his brother died, leading a temple that was also where the healers studied medicine. Nan Feng had no ambition for power except his interest in health sciences.

Now he suddenly appeared and made the riled up of Prime Minister Yang Liujun.

The fate of queen Lin Fangyin was very bad, after her stabbing at the king, she was thrown into the coldest dungeon.

Lin Hongse's younger brother, who was detained in his residence with his family and parents, was unable to leave the palace while Lin Fangyin had not been given state punishment.

The punishment will only be given by the next king who replaces king Nan Chen.

Nan Luoxia repeatedly sent her subordinates to persuade Bai Yueyin to return to the Angel's palace just bid this woman's heart but her loyal bodyguard was unwilling to leave beside the king's stone chest that had been in close without being allowed to open again on the orders of Xue Xue aka Nan Luoxia.

"Go to the Angel's palace, you'll be much calmer there." Xue Xue said as she arrived back on the eighth day at the royal temple which was inexplicably guarded so tightly by the many white-clothed women and heads that were tied up in black cloths, they were definitely not palace ladies.

Rumors circulated, the king's sister, Princess Nan Luoxia, specifically ruled a hundred-strong army of her angel to guard the king's body which was stored in the jade-encrusted stone coffin.

No one should approach him, until the time when the king was buried on the ninth day according to the rules of the palace.

And of course, which is not a close relative of the king like Niang tradition, no one can touch the body of the king. Even his concubines were not allowed to touch him except to pay respects from afar.

According to Niangxi tradition, although the king has a thousand wives, only his main wife can touch the body of the king. While at this time, the one who killed the king was his empress then no one could get close to the stone coffin except the king's younger brothers from the main empress alone.

Nan Chen had two younger sisters from the previous king's main consorts, Nan Yuhuai and Nan Luoxia, automatically the two people who took care of his brother's body.

But until the eighth day Nan Yuhuai never appeared in the temple where the king's body was buried. Nan Luoxia had come to her brother's palace and Nan Yuhuai did not want to come out of her room, she locked herself in a grief that no one knew why she was so hurt by her brother's death.

Everyone knows, he hasn't been close to the king since he returned from his seclusion on the mountain.

A subordinate of his own from the angel palace was about to pick Bai Yueyin up and take her away towards the five-colored lake but he insisted on staying, a thought holding her back, making himself unable to carelessly leave.

"Why did you torture yourself, Yueyin? my brother wouldn't like to see you like this." Xue Xue did not blink looking at Bai Yueyin.

"No, I'm not leaving. Until he was buried. I'll take care of her, all this time I've left her, she'll be sad if I go again." Bai Yueyin replied.

Behind him, a soft snicker sounded, Xue Xue turned her body around and saw that concubine Huan was as unwilling as she was behind her white veil, nor did she stop being there.

"Yueyin, I also have the same sorrow as you for the departure of big brother Chen but I cannot continue to mourn him, no one takes care of this palace if I am dissolved in all this. Big brother Yuhai no longer even wants to speak a word to me."

Bai Yueyin lowered her face, with her eyes closed enjoying the sound of the king's concubines crying far behind her. He really didn't want to leave that place.

Sometimes in the middle of sleeping Bai Yueyin while leaning on the temple pole due to fatigue rested in regret, she dreamed until her forehead was drenched in cold sweat, Nan Chen was gone, Nan Chen was gone, carrying away all the dance and singing from his Nan palace, the palace was so big that money was always boisterous by the taboo and the harp, by the sound of the xiao and the song was now immersed in a very long silence.

He cried, as he walked in the endless hallway, he even felt that he could hear his own heartbeat because of the gripping silence, this atmosphere seemed to always remind himself, that there was someone who was dead, his childhood sweetheart who turned out to be loved to death was and he was always drowning in regret that there were some things that had not been done by him before letting Nan Chen go.

Along the palace passageway towards the large garden on the wings of the prince training hall was the path he walked along with the little Nan Chen, in his memory Nan Chen withdrew his hand as a child, he said, running as if mad in Nan's palace, passing through the always crowded Harem Palace, passing through the Niang Flower Park, passing the bridge of the king's fish pond and arriving at the small forest of peaches north of the palace, the, then exit the northern palace gate.

Nan Chen carried the two of them on a juvenile horse of his, the nine or ten year old Nan Chen sat in front of him, laughing showing him the way, oftentimes, he turned and mocked the guards who were like hot worms chasing their horses.

The handsome Nan Chen had always smiled in his vanity, he had even liked to oppose long ago.

In the blink of an eye, everything was still the same, but humans had changed, everything had changed, even now Nan Chen had disappeared, only a lifeless corpse. And tragically, the woman he married for the throne he inherited was the one who took a piece of his life.

"Your Majesty, I'm not leaving anymore..." His whisper, while pursing his trembling lips.

"Mr princess.." a thin-faced, pale-skinned bodyguard arrived in shock and bowed in nervous and frightened pias.

"Please, princess Luoxia..."

HIS MAJESTY NAN CHEN

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