ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 119. Pretends

"I don't feel like I have the spirit of life anymore..." The cry full of grimness was heard.

On a piece of translucent, ornamental red paper gilded with gold, painted with a few bony magnolia blossoms, a fragrant aroma permeated it. Vaguely Xue Xue remembered the many years ago that had passed by her.

With a childish attitude, the little Nan Yuhuai grabbed the hair ornament of a palace maid who became her nanny, then slipped it in the thick-haired temple of Xue Xue along with a magnolia flower.

Magnolia is the favorite flower of Prince Nan Yuhuai.

Memories of their childhood leaping in the corner of his eyes, now somehow he became very long at that time, when they all did not understand how much the burden of being an adult.

"Sister Xiwu doesn't have to worry about big brother Yuhuai anymore. He had already walked towards the sky stairs. We who live must live well so that we can live this life. In the following life Brother Yuhuai owes you fate, he will definitely look for you to pay for it." Xue Xue's words were long and slightly melancholic.

"really?" That question sounded expectantly, coming out from Yang Xiwu's pale lips.

"Yes..." Xue Xue replied in an unconvinced tone.

The words spoken by Xue Xue were like a consolation, the younger brother of prince Yuhuai knew exactly where his brother's heart was.

Yes, Nan Yuhuai's love was only to the concubine Huanjin, his other sister's wife. Their love is complicated, like a puzzle that does not meet the end.

Xue Xue Xue's eyes met Zhao Juren's clenched servant clothes. Those eyes beckoned impatiently, as their real purpose now was to find the silver xiao belonging to prince Nan Yuhuai.

"Sister..." Xue Xue released Yang Xiwu's embrace slowly.

"May I ask you something?" Xue Xue asked carefully.

Yang Xiwu wiped his tears, he looked like a child who was waiting for a question only. His eyes glow like dewy glass. The innocent nod of his head published a pity in Xue Xue Xue's heart. This woman was only a victim of her father's ambition, married for political sake even though she really adored Nan Yuhuai but Xue Xue was unsure if Yang Xiwu understood about love.

"I want to take one of my brother Nan Yuhuai's things as a memento. Can I?" Asked Xue Xue then.

"Of course you can if you want it, but as far as I'm concerned my husband doesn't have a lot of good stuff in his tribe. Luoxia's sister wants what?" Asked Yang Xiwu while frowning.

A moment Xue Xue glanced at Zhao Juren who looked half-bending. The glimpsed did not budge, pretending not to be aware.

"I want a silver flute that he once lent me..." Xue Xue quibbled carefully.

"Silver flute?" Yang Xiwu frowned slightly confused.

"Yes." Yeah." Xue Xue nodded quickly.

"I'm not sure, but..."

"The old silver Xiao was asked by concubine Huanjin before she brought my husband's hair urn to the temple on the mountain."

"Huanjin Concubine?" Xue Xue was aghast.

"Yes, concubine Huanjin asked for it. He said Mr. Princess Nan Luoxia sent him to clean up all the rest of the ceremony that had to be done for my husband's death. He asked for some personal belongings of my husband, said Mr. Princess Nan Luoxia who told him so."

Yang Xiwu's reply left Xue stunned, he had not expected Concubine Huan to do anything more than she should.

"Is...is something wrong?" Yang Xiwu looked at Xue Xue doubtfully.

Xue Xue was silent for a moment before then she smiled widely as if she had forgotten her own orders.

"Oh, I forgot that I had told him to get some of my brother's personal belongings a few days ago. My busyness in helping Uncle Nan clear up some things in the palace made me completely forget ." Xue Xue patted her head while grinning at the unblinking Zhao Juren stealing glances at Xue Xue Xue.

"Fine, big brother Xiwu sleep, sorry to interrupt brother's rest. I just want to make sure big brother Xiwu is okay." Finally Xue Xue stood up, trying not to seem worried about something that was now raging in her head about Consort Huanjin.

"Thank you for worrying about me." Yang Xiwu's gloomy face again decorated his countenance.

"Of course I'm worried about you, brother. After all, you are the wife of my brother. We are sisters." Xue Xue tried to end the conversation with a saying.

"I'd be happy if Louxia's sister would come here a lot."

"Of course, if there's free time I'll see you often. Maybe next time we'll have tea together." Xue Xue replied with a bit of impatience. He then completely excused himself, walking hurriedly towards the door followed by Zhao Juren who stepped behind him, actually more impatient.

How not, he was willing to dress up like a servant girl and it turns out they got nothing. Isn't that so annoying?

Yang Xiwu and the butler of his residence followed to deliver but as soon as he reached the doorway, a body wrapped in a golden silk robe stood up with a raised head. Two of his personal bodyguards stood high-handed behind him with swords hanging at his waist.

"Would a princess of the kingdom come to my house at night? Must have brought interests that don't mess around."

"Uncle of the prime minister?" Xue Xue was surprised not to find the presence of someone who had been the last person she wanted to meet in Niangxi Kingdom.

"Welcome to this bad palace of mine. It is an honor that the princess who is known to be the busiest in the world Niang has time here. Is there anything we can help you with?" The sentence was similar to innuendo and Xue Xue knew he was now in big trouble.

Prime Minister Yang Liujun grinned unmoved at the place where he stood as if he was unwilling to give way to Xue Xue and Zhao Juren.

(Still yes, sdh faithful with this novel & tomorrow we continue again🙏 i love u my readers💓💓💓💓)