ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 108. Choosing Your Own Way of Life

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

"Please, princess Luoxia..."

"What's wrong?" Xue Xue who was still standing in front of the temple door with her white robe turned her body. His eyebrows are high-pitched.

"It is better that Lord Princess immediately go to Yang's palace..." The bodyguard continued, worried that he could not be hidden.

"To Yang's palace?" Xue Xue became astonished. He looked at the other bodyguard behind the bodyguard who was reporting to him, he knew him as the bodyguard of his older brother Yuhuai's house.

"Mr Prince Yuhuai.he is waiting for you." The bodyguard replied while looking briefly at the other bodyguards coming from that Yang palace house.

"Why my brother? say it clearly!" Xue Xue asked in a worried tone, she caught the unusual agitated and frightened face of them.

"Mr Prince Yuhuai." The bodyguard replied from that Yang house, his voice held almost inaudible.

Xue Xue was stunned for a moment, instantly her countenance changed and in an instant then she dashed out like an arrow without any more concern for the manners within Nan palace.

"Give Me a Way!!!" The bodyguards asked for a way as Xue Xue tried to pass in the crowd at the gate towards the residence palace of Nan Yuhuai and his wife Yang Xiwu.

Xiwu's cry sounded slashing from a distance made Xue Xue's legs feel unbearably trembling.

Inside the private room of prince Nan Yuhuai, the handsome man in his white rice-colored robe had his forehead glistening deathly pale, he was still wearing mourning clothes for the king, he was still wearing mourning clothes for the king, his body just fell on the surface of the table.

On that edge-carved wooden table, a cup of wine cup lying upside down. Some of the wine jars neatly arranged beside him did not even look touched at all.

"Sir.Master doesn't breathe anymore..." A healer raised his face when Xue Xue arrived. The backs of his two fingers were still on Nan Yuhuai's neck.

Xue Xue, she was stunned, barely breathing, she was slowly sitting on the floor, right beside Yang Xiwu, her knees were as if limp.

"Sister?" Xue Xue's lips were so faint, there was a lot she wanted to say but she was speechless, her tears were melting from her round eyes opening.

Before long Prime Minister Yang Liujun arrived in haste, his countenance full of wrath.

"Stupid! Why is he so stupid!!!" the curse is non-stop.

"Basan man does not know in profit, lowly not guts! Where is your pride, dying in such a dishonorable way!"

Nan Yuhuai with her hair draped, her cheeks clung to a dull white canvas cloth, on top of which was an unfinished painting. Painting of a woman dancing on a hill and a man with a caping on his head, he was holding a Xiao bamboo, but he was not blowing it. The man in the painting put his eyes in Xiao's hole.

Xue Xue did not hear anything else, her ears were deaf and deaf by Xiwu's cries and the swearing from Prime Minister Yang Liujun's mouth.

How not, the prime minister has been celebrating the death of King Nan Chen and dreamed after the mourning period, his son-in-law Nan Yuhuai will replace the king who died at the stabbing of his wife.

But what he saw this morning, The king-to-be in his frenzy made his descendants the illustrious King Niang now lying lifeless, lifeless, he committed suicide by drinking poison in his own room.

All these greedy Prime Minister dreams felt like they were evaporating into the air and it made him really frustrating.

"Why, why did you decide to leave without talking to me?" Xue Xue approached, not caring about Yang Xiwu crying hysterically on the floor right in front of the husband's body.

"Sister..." At the reach of her brother's body that was already stiff and cold, maybe he died at midnight or before dawn. To be sure, his body was only found this morning by a waiter who used to deliver ginseng tea to him.

"You should talk to me, brother. I'll tell you whatever you want to hear because what you see isn't necessarily true." His whisper in the ears of the body that has not moved.

A warm embrace of a sister can no longer build a body that has been left behind. No one knew why Nan Yuhuai decided to end his life, he left without even leaving a message to anyone.

Xue Xue had never felt this sad in her life. The grief was like a wave making him feel his breath tight.

Facing the two deaths of loved ones at the same time, who was the strong one to hold him back.

Power is really scary, if not able to bear it then people will choose how to end their lives with their own hands.

Nan Yuhuai was even as if he did not care about the cries of his beautiful wife, Yang Xiwu, the spoiled daughter of the prime minister who adored him so much. Nan Yuhuai was just speechless stiffly in Xue Xue Xue's arms that even in her cries no longer made a sound.

The highest pain is when a person cries and cannot voice his sadness even if it is only in a sob.

Niangxi did not stop mourning, could it be that the sky was trying to punish this country?

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