ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 113. Split at the End of the Canyon

Early in the morning, After the king's funeral, a wooden carriage came out of the harem palace, in front of the Harem gate of Huan's concubine in her bereaved clothes, a white hooded linen cloth waiting for the carriage to pick her up.

Xinxin looked at her mistress with a glare, she was standing behind Consort Huan hugging an urn containing the long haircut of prince Nan Yuhuai.

As in Niangxi, everyone who dies by suicide is considered unclean. The body of a suicidal person will be burned if he is a layman in order to reincarnate again. Because Nan Yuhuai a prince of course his body is not by being destroyed, to make it worthy to go to the sky stairs it must be purified.

Niangxi tradition in the purification of the king's family, his hair will be cut and brought to the temple to be left there for 7 years, while the body can be buried first, he said, 7 Years later his hair will be brought back to his grave to be united so that he is considered holy again.

At the personal request of Consort Huan on the basis of having once lived one residence in the same temple to Princess Nan Luoxia and of course the approval of the temporary official prince Nan Feng, nan Yuhuai's hair will be kept in the Beiyu temple where she was raised. And the one who delivered it was concubine Huanjin.

Prime Minister Yang Liujun was equally sure not to care about the body of prince Nan Yuhuai because he considered his son-in-law was embarrassing and tarnished the good name of his family. Suicide death is a non-chivalrous and humiliating trait in Nanxing.

Xinxin held onto the edge of her master's cloak and said quietly, "Madam, we'll be leaving soon."

Consort Huan made no sound, for the last time, he looked at the gates of the Harem palace, far behind the building, the Wanxiang hall stood firm like a shadow full of mist.

The memory momentarily stalled at the excitement of the hall where the king who had always been the place where His Highness Nan Chen had hosted the feast. She had danced there for months, played the harp for the king in deep hatred and in the end after becoming the king's favorite dancer, she was crowned as a favorite concubine.

The journey was not easy, he sacrificed to the blood to get into the palace even though at the end of the day every grudge is just his own mirage. He fails to avenge himself but is instead in the law to fall in love with the king.

Now that he was hugging the porcelain urn containing the hair of the man who loved him to the end, his heart was in a mess. Their love is like a winding road that does not even meet the end, separated not at the intersection but at the end of a dead-end canyon.

"Xinxin, let me take a look." Lirih.

"Madam, wouldn't it be after we take the prince's hair back to the palace?" ask Xinxin slowly.

Concubine Huan shook her head.

"Here is no longer my home, nor is it my goal anymore, Xinxin. Everyone I've been looking for has left. I might settle in Beiyu, guarding my beloved's hair until she's holy again." Concubine Huan said trembling.

Slowly, one cun after another, he turned around, the shadows in the tower of the city wall were fierce, like a tiger or a wild beast that opened its mouth wide that liked to prey on humans, to take away the remnants of his freedom. Really, this palace was no longer the place he was headed to anymore.

A few minutes later he boarded the train where some of his personal belongings had been packed to be taken to Beiyu Mountain. He even missed Nan Yuhuai's burial as well after a day yesterday of not attending the funeral of king Nan Chen.

"What funeral do I attend, Your Excellency Nan Chen never dies." The rant was said to Xinxin when she questioned her mistress.

Dust flew lightly under his feet with the morning sun starting to rise in the sky, a huge bird stretched its black wings, thus, the carriage came out from the surroundings of Nan's palace as if coming out from a deep and silent muddy cave.

Up ahead he would head for a wild wilderness outside the city of king Nanxing, furthermore, towards Beiyu Mountain in the towering northern region of Niangxi.

The journey will pass through a city that was once crowded but is now deserted due to mourning and war, after which the border gates. The journey is still far.

The hills and rivers stretched for a thousand li on the outskirts of the city, a beautiful homeland, finally he fled from the fence that limits human life, floating like a lotus flower on the surface of the lake.

He was still ringing his last conversation with Princess Nan Luoxia.

"My brother Nan Yuhuai died of his choice and my brother Nan Chen came back to life because of his wish. But all this is best for Niangxi."

And, the next conversation made the young concubine close her mouth, as big as that palace secret she did not know and now she understood why her resentment was no longer useful.

"Let me take your revenge, concubine Huan, because the one who killed your entire family was not my brother His Majesty king Nan Chen but the one who is now responsible for the deaths of many people including the death of my brother Nan Yuhuai. Someday if the time comes I will call you to the palace, and restore the good name of the Jiu family. At that time, you will no longer have to hide. You will stand on your parents' land as Jiu Huanjin."

CONCUBINE HUANJIN

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Night had just descended, a horse carriage quietly stopped under the city walls, Lin Hongse was wearing a black robe, amazingly handsome, with a respectful attitude, he was standing beside him.

Seeing Xue Xue in her usual attire, with the headgear of the dragon scales motif cloth instead of using the princess robe Nan Luoxia came out from the direction of the Wanxiang hall, the king's residence and preparing to board the carriage went nowhere, with a slightly loud voice Lin Hongse said, "Xue Lian, I'm looking for you. Can I come with you to talk for a minute?".

This man usually wore an all-green robe but ever since he was locked up in his family palace due to the actions of his older brother Lin Fangyin, he had always worn a dark black robe of silk number two.

"Why did you come out of your palace, Hongse. It's dangerous for you, you can be considered to be violating the rules of the palace." Reprimanded Xue Xue in a resolute voice without showing any surprise at the presence of the man who usually accompanied her on the front line, as the right hand of the masked general Qui.

"I want to see you as my friend. We need to talk." Sahut Lin Hongse quickly. He jumped into the carriage right after catching Xue Xue's wrist and pulled her inside as well.

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