ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 43. Crying Without Sound
Eunuch Song followed closely behind, immediately bringing the guards to follow him.
Even upon hearing his arrival His Majesty was willing to leave his party!
The concubines just looked at each other, their jealousy clashing and floating on that colorful face.
Miss Huan slowly straightened her body, the thin silky silks wrapped around her body fluttering quietly in the night wind, the air turned increasingly cold snaked in through the door of the hall that was wide open after His Highness Nan Chen.
His face instantly turned cold as if Miss Huan was no longer there, his smile was frozen but he was not as flirtatious as he was just now, his eyes glaringly looked at the figure of His Highness Nan Chen who gradually moved away, his eyes were cold, not showing any pleasure but also no sadness
"Miss Huan, does miss need anything?". her servant carefully walked over.
Miss Huan did not tell her to lower her legs, stepping down from where Her Majesty Nan's chair was.
"Miss the air is very cold." she followed behind the back of the Woman who now lifted her face coldly, took out a red coat and put it on Miss Huan's shoulder.
Without speaking again, he walked through the large room under the gazes of the concubines and the lady-in-waiting whose voices became a little boisterous.
Miss Huan knew very well, if the girl were to come then any party would have ended, however lively, Her Highness Nan would have left her.
The maids and concubines scattered like ants splashed with water, following from behind Miss Huan. There was no point in staying in that room anymore because the person they wanted to try to attract his attention had left behind his cold luxurious chair.
Amidst the fragrance of wine and abundant food on the table and the colorful peonies in the milk-white flower of the moon orchid, only the remaining musicians sat down with each other's lyrics and the singer who immediately lost his voice and the dancers who were silent like a statue, bowed like a leafless twig.
His Eminence Nan stepped wide down the palace terrace towards a building on the edge of an artificial lake, that building was the palace of Xue where Nan Luoxia's daughter lived. The most desolate princess palace among the residences of all the other Nan princesses.
The lotus flower on the edge of the lake is still like a bud, the wutong tree in front of the door had just taken out a young bud, the sky above was dark because the moon was only a piece, just a piece, the light is dim because the dark clouds remaining rain still hangs there as if it will prepare to rain at any time.
"How long has he been here?" Asked His Eminence Nan, without turning to Eunuch Song who was walking while half-bending behind him.
"They arrived about a while ago and it seems like Princess Luoxia directly entered her room."
The satin curtain collided as His Eminence Nan passed by, giving rise to a slightly ludicrous rattling sound in the ears.
A servant guarding outside the room woke up nervously, His Highness Nan gestured so that he would not make a sound, the little servant girl quickly lowered her head and knelt on the floor, no longer dare to speak.
"They're inside?" He asked half a whisper.
The waiter nodded timidly.
"Luoxia's asleep?" Ask carefully.
The waiter was momentarily confused then nodded, despite a slight hesitation.
His Eminence Nan pushed slowly the door of Xue's palace, a distinctive peach smell billowing out in the air.
Her eyes were fixed on the room to the left of the tightly closed room, where the princess Nan Luoxia, her sister might be asleep right now. He was briefly in this palace last night only to be dressed to attend a lantern celebration in the city's grand hall after three months of never visiting his own palace. Nan Luoxia was in the palace of Tianshi, a five-colored lake rather than the Nan palace neighborhood, after successfully capturing the Doting fortress and Yuchen city from Yanzhi's forces.
But, it wasn't that the gaze was long. He looked at another room next to the princess's main room.
His Highness Nan stepped towards the room slowly, the room that was never locked.
The air had become cold, the windows were tightly shut, but there was still a pale moonlight shining inward through the pure white window covering paper.
A girl was lying in dark clothes and a veil covering her face, her eyebrows furrowed while hugging the sword in her chest. A light purple blanket folded neatly beside his head, his eyebrows thin but clearly striped, his expression was a calm and hard expression that was rarely seen.
"Hhhhhh..."'His Highness Nan Chen leaned against the doorway, slightly tilting his head, for a moment, he just stood there, unmoved.
"Master Yueyin..."Call him in a hoarse and slow voice.
The girl he called was motionless, as if she was sleeping so soundly, had no heavy burdens and responsibilities and also had no grudges and ambitions, just following the flow of life, she said, can freely go as you please.
His life was as free as Nan Luoxia, his sister who chose to live like a shadow outside the palace. Bai Yueyin was the personal bodyguard of her sister who was also the leader of the army of angels belonging to the Tianshi palace.
This woman was his little friend, even though she was only the son of a servant, but had a high kanuragan ability, she learned quickly by just seeing the training people in the royal military camp, she said, where his mother was the cook there and Nan Chen was once one of the disciples there.
In the past, they had always been together secretly, even promising to get married later on. However, fate said otherwise, Yueyin was just a commoner's child unlikely to be with a crown prince. Even as an adult, His Highness Nan wanted to propose to be one of the concubines because it was impossible to make her his empress.
Unfortunately, the heartbroken Bai Yueyin rejected him, she was unwilling to become one among the dozens of daughters of wealthy nobles competing for His Majesty's love.
"I can love you, without having to be by your side." That sentence was like it echoed in His Majesty Nan's brain, even though he was sipping the honey of the women he was given, he had never loved them. Even to her beautiful empress, Lin Fangyinpun she had no taste.
His Eminence Nan looked at him, her eyes were soft, their surroundings were so calm, beams of light that rarely fell over the hair at Bai Yueyin's temple, sparkling coldly.
His Highness Nan did not approach, just stood there, his longing was over, only this woman did not dare to touch him without permission, even though she was a king.
"I miss you, Yueyin. Why did you torture me for so long. You should have come home often." His whisper was raucous, after which, the man turned around and walked out of the hall, in the spacious hall came the sound of his footsteps, so long and tired.
Taps! Taps! Taps!
The sound of His Majesty Nan's footsteps slowly moved away.
The night gradually grew cold, slowly opening its eyes, in the midst of darkness, its pair of eyes were like jet black stone, its small but strong arms hugging the solidly sheathed sword, in so strong. Two clear feathers fell through the corner of his eye, wetting his veil.
His crying without a sound.