ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 109. Vortex of Destiny

Nan Yuhuai's death set Nan's palace on fire, hot in two camps, and of course the rebels who were eager to place Prince Nan Yuhuai on the Niangxi throne, under the control of prime minister Yang Liujun

Now, the streets of the city were not as usual, everything was bleak, there were only a few quiet houses and shops. In the midst of the national mourning of Yanzhie city all the celebrations were canceled, the commoners no longer went out of the house, no one passed by, no one passed by, the vendors of wine and small food along the road no longer come out. The once crowded city streets were now free, yellowing leaves rolling chaotically all over the place, often falling on clean white clothes.

Concubine Huan, stand like a woman in a double widow residence.

The days he lamented the death of King Nan Chen who had taken him to be that husband, he felt his life lost its purpose in life.

How not, his goal for years killed the man who destroyed his family, but eventually the fratters evaporated. He fell in love with the man who should have borne every tear and blood of his family that was shed.

Now, when he saw how Prince Nan Yuhuai's body was lying in a mortuary, his heart seemed to have fallen into disarray.

"You're so determined to see it, I'm forced to bring you here, even if it's against the rules." Xue Xue did not flinch next to the concubine Huan who was gathered without saying a word, except for her own trembling lips.

The night had just come down, Xue Xue could do nothing but hold the death of her other brother in the temple outside the main palace because in the grand temple of the palace there was still the body of the king of Nan Chen, his eldest brother who has not been buried to the last resting place of the palace family.

"When do you know my brother?" xue Xue asked in a low voice, staring at the whirlwind of a candle that was on the table, right behind Nan Yuhuai's head.

"Ultimately..kakak Yuhuai was my friend." He said softly, he held his chest, now it was no longer about losing his purpose but his chest felt very tight as if it was pounded with the biggest wood.

Xue Xue turned her face thin and wrapped in sadness.

"On Mount Beiyu..." Concubine Huan could not help her tears dripping slowly.

"There was a teenager who always looked at me grimly, he kept the pain of longing for revenge on the mother who had thrown him into Beiyu Mountain. Only an old lady always sends him messages and makes him believe, no one is loved by his mother but him. A very proud son. The destiny line was like a circle, it was spinning indistinctly and it was extremely painful." Concubine Huan spoke like a mutter she told herself.

"He who always asks, what kind of love throws the child away? What kind of mother never misses to hug her child and never thinks about how lonely crying the child is confined to the top of Beiyu mountain, he said, it may be surrounded by warm hot springs, but Yuhuai's heart never feels warm. He's my friend as much as I'm sorry." Concubine Huan felt her heart so empty when reminiscing about Nan Yuhuai.

"Has the heavens been fair to him? Until his death was the only way to escape all his suffering? I didn't think she left me until that year of grief picked her up. Big Brother Yuhuai is right, fate always likes to stand at different heights to pay attention to us, then uncompromisingly convict us to go through painful things." Concubine Huan was bowed so deeply, her mournful robe had been wet, dry and wet alternately incessantly.

She remembered herself, an orphaned woman who strayed up to Beiyu Mountain in ragged camping clothes in the form of a little girl whose hair was braided one. He was starving, even because he was used to holding hunger, he did not cry even though his stomach was wrapped around like it was tied.

"Give me a piece of bread and I will owe you a lifetime." Said at that time.

The young Nan Yuhuai was stunned, so easily he said he would be indebted for a piece of bread. The young man ran into the kitchen and took a piece of bread for this girl with a glass of fresh milk that was supposed to be his morning meal ration.

Concubine Huan remembered she was so happy when she ate the bread voraciously and after that Nan Yuhuai took her to the temple kitchen.

Concubine Huan was a persistent girl, and she was as lonely as the young Nan Yuhuai.

Every day they would meet in a yellow meadow, and Yuhuai would accompany her to learn to dance with an old dance book. The ideal of Huan's concubine is to become a dancer and visa her entry into the palace to kill the young king Nan Chem who has sentenced all his family to death for the treason of his aunt Jiu Fei.

Again, when a bird flaps its wings, sooner or later, it cannot flap its wings

again and turned into white bones, so heartless, so cruel.

Now it was his friend who had made him think he would be his life partner in the future but left him to marry a respectable woman in the city of Niang. The man who was later considered a traitor because it turned out to be the sister of a king who was very hated.

Xue Xue patted concubine Huan's shoulder slowly.

"You lost a friend, but I lost a sister. In the past, I parted with him in childhood, then met as an adult but then the sky picked him up quickly. I don't need to tell you how it feels to lose a loved one, because you might know what it's like." Whisper Xue Xue, she had no more tears to wipe.

He has no strength to strengthen others because he himself now desperately needs a place to lean.

Zhao Juren's countenance flashed in his mind, the man, in his cold and shady gaze felt to be a strange source of warmth. Thinking of Zhao Juren, gave him the strength to stay afloat within the thousand turmoil he was now in charge of.

"Sister Yuhuai may have met the mother he always missed. Maybe now she knows why she chose to raise him in Beiyu instead of in the palace." Xue Xue sanguine.

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After walking for a very long time, Zhao Juren with Changyi arrived in front of the noodle shop where he ate the last time he left the city of king Nanxing towards the city of Yichen. Not in the guts, they were still open, only there were no guests, the shopkeeper man was sitting on a chair, sleepy. War and mourning really made the festive city near death.

In his black clothes, Zhao Juren looked even thinner. For weeks he was inside the sacred temple of Yichen city with an old monk, and now he was called Nan Luoxia back through a secret message. He felt his journey was not in vain, the handful of secrets he held would return them to Yanzhie someday.

"Sir..is this shop still open?" Reproach Zhao Juren.

Looking at Zhao Juren and the young man in shabby clothes but looking carefree it entered, for a moment he was stunned, then suddenly jumped up, he watched him closely for a while, wiping the bench for him, he looked up, then dragged him with a creaking sound to his seat.

The wife of the former shop owner is still the same, her fat body is so harmonious with the stature of the husband. His round face was beaming, his eyes were unfocused, but with a friendly smile, he said, "The two of you haven't been here for a long time, you want to eat longevity noodles again?".

Zhao Juren was a bit stunned, then asked, "You still remember me?"