ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 45. The Evil Jealousy

"For the early autumn year of this year I will personally lead the war to take the old city of Yuchen out of the hands of Niangxi, as well as to demand vengeance for the death of my brother, Prince Yan Juren. Warlord Yanzhi, esteemed General Zhao!!!"

The voice sounded loud and loud, everyone was stunned, especially Empress Yi who was sitting frozen staring at the king's back as well as her husband.

He knew, the hardness of heart of His Majesty Yan Yue, the soul of the knight was a part of him, but he had no idea if His Majesty had finally decided on his own to lead his army after such a long time.

Everyone fell silent, no one dared to speak out either against or agreed to it. They only knew, this battle might become very unusual because His Highness Yan Yue herself who had descended willingly led her troops down to the battlefield. Something he didn't do after all these years.

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QUEEN NAN PALACE

"Did you smell something?" A guard was staring at his friend. The two of them were the guard officers in front of the gate of Queen Nan Palace.

"I also smell something burning." He said half a whisper.

The eyes of the two looked at each other, glistening under the lantern.

The bodyguard then kept silent, equally unvoiced, this was the courtyard within the imperial family, in the hall of Nan the spring banquet was going on, who would dare to light a fire?

His Highness Nan Chen never allowed anyone to burn something on the night of the Party, for fear of damnation, except to light a lantern.

The moonlight barged into the queen's palace.

Inside sat Queen Lin Fangyin, facing a brass tray where paper and incense were burned together.

Thin smoke soared low, while an elderly woman who looked like a psychic was kamit facing the brass tray. The back of his hand that was starting to creak seemed to tremble in sweat.

Two young servants looked tense and frightened, standing by the door.

Only the look on Queen Lin Fangyin's face looked calm and frozen, as if it did not have any burden. His lips were tightly clenched even without the slightest smile.

"Hhhhhh..." His sigh sounded smooth, sighing lowly and carefully.

"Did His Majesty bring him?" Suddenly the old woman made a sound.

"Yes, I brought it." He spoke firmly while gesturing for one of the servants to approach.

The obviously nervous waiter thrust out a package of dyed yellow silk cloth.

Queen Lin Fangyin received it quickly and placed it in front of the old woman.

"This, really is Miss Siaw's underwear?" The old woman asked full of investigation, though she asked him with her head down.

"Yes, of course." Queen Lin Fangyin replied with a slightly huffed look.

Lady Siaw was one of the noble concubines, the woman was reportedly pregnant with the son of king Nan.

Queen Lin Fangyin stared in satisfaction as she saw how the old woman kept muttering something, kamit kamat in a strange voice.

The fire slowly grew and the old woman swiftly released the remaining dudou that was being burned by the fire until it fell into the tray from the stone.

A burning smell poured out in the dimly lit room.

"Krakkk!" The sound of broken or broken was heard from inside the tray, it looked like fire was devouring a wooden statue carved to resemble a baby who was curling up. The strange sound was like a meteor in the dark night, sharply breaking the silence, the festering smoke that flew like a curious spirit that did not want to be expelled, he said, circling chaotically in all directions. The smell stifles the nasal cavity.

Before long, slowly the fire became smaller, the smoke thinned with the change of dudou cloth into a blackish burnt remnant.

"Your Majesty." the woman raised her wrinkled face.

"I make sure Madame Siaw will not conceive a child for Her Highness Nan. The baby will soon die before she gives birth to him into the world." The cruel sentence was said by the old woman confidently and calmly.

Queen Lin Fangyin according to the corner of her lips and smiled faintly.

"You know very well, I really hate babies from anyone born in this palace, especially if it's His Majesty's child with another woman." Hisses.

"Of course, Your Majesty, no one will be able to give birth to another baby before Her Majesty the queen gives birth to a child for this Niangxi kingdom." The woman replied to Queen Lin Fangyin's smile with a strange grin.

"Yes! I curse every birth and am willing to kill every child before they even see the world." Queen Lin Fangyin said cynically.

"Your Majesty, I'm on your side no matter how. I'm just a little scared if the old one knows this."

" Nobody will know, let alone His Majesty's eye of the basket, now he's too busy to do anything about it, I'll bet she's partying drunk with those uncapped dancers and seducing those flirtatious, hypocritical concubines." The sentence was said by Queen Lin Fangyin in a disgusted and jealous tone.

"For so long I felt like it was just a piece of jewelry she wore when necessary, paired with her for being forced and reluctant. I'm nothing more than a display she doesn't even see with one eye. I won't mourn him any more. But I can do something even if allying myself with all the ghosts if necessary to kill all the descendants of Yang Mulua from the rotten women of that branch tongue." Queen Lin Fangyin stared flatly at the bami who was soon blackened in that fire residence.

"Your Majesty the queen. No one can insult you anymore" said the old woman dripping a reddish-yellow oil, resulting in a smoke without fire suddenly burning again, although not large.

At the same time, His Highness Nan Chen who was supposed to be sitting partying in the Hall, was instead sitting alone in his room, in front of the wine jars lined up on his desk. Bright lights filled his room. There were no servants, no concubines accompanying him.

“Prang!”, a sudden loud noise broke the silence of the room, the colored cup in His Majesty's grasp fell to the floor and broke into pieces, he said, the bright red wine inside spilled onto the floor, scattering a strange fragrance, following the pattern of ash streaks, flowing meanderingly.

"Everyone outside!" He shouted with a heavy voice, he was completely drunk.

"Call Miss Huan here!" His orders in a loud voice.

QUEEN LIN FANGYIN

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