ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
Chapter 68. Hating In A Smile

Concubine Huan bowed again obediently, her eyes glancing over from behind her bangs, seeing the face of Her Highness Nan Chen reminding her of someone who brought a warrant into her home a dozen years ago.

The order to punish all the Jiu family down to its roots. The betrayal of his aunt had made the big family of the Jiu Clan as spies of the extinct palace family in place by the Lin clan. No one was left, except for her who had been saved by her nanny when she was only six years old. She was raised by a loyal servant of the Jiu family in a remote village, under the mountain of Beiyu. Until the caretaker died in his reflection was revenge Jiu family, he was the last descendant who carried a great burden, avenging all those involved in the conspiracies obliterating the Jiu clan who had been loyal for centuries as spies of Nan Palace.

The king was sickly and the new king had just ascended the throne, sending a letter with a stamp petitioning for the massacre. There was nothing more he wanted to kill than the magnitude of grudge against the person who was now in front of him that ten years he waited, to be able to enter the palace Nan. And now he is not in the dark even almost every night is in the dispute of this king, although in fact he was never really touched by His Highness Nan Chen. He just sat in the corner of the room, seeing His Highness Nan struggling with many folds of paper, being there until the night passed late and he was told to return to his room in disheveled clothes!

His Eminence Nan no longer spoke, her eyes swirling on the face of concubine Huan, then looked back down. Just then, a eunuch shouted from outside timidly relaying news from the Harem palace.

One of his concubines named Madam Siaw bleeding heavily and unconscious, she just died after making sure the baby in her birth was dead,  a cold and gloomy wind suddenly blew, His Majesty Nan's forehead wrinkled, the finger pressing on his temple inevitably grew stronger pressing. His Majesty did not rush to see him, only looked scattered, death in the palace was not a strange thing, for such a thing he did not have to respond immediately.

"I'll check it out tomorrow." Only that was His Highness Nan Chen's reply, cold and flat. He never really touched Madam Siaw, even though he had visited the concubine who accompanied him to drink one night, he was drunk but did not lose consciousness, arak never completely dispelled his consciousness. But a few months ago, Ms. Siaw was reported to be pregnant. His Highness Nan knew very well, he had never fucked his concubine. This cunning concubine proudly said she was pregnant with the king's child, and Her Majesty knew full well it was not her child.

King Nan Chen through the hands of his personal bodyguard had secretly killed a gatekeeper who was known to be having an affair with Lady Siaw. But His Majesty never wanted to make a scene because it must have provoked political ripples let alone madam Siaw was the niece of one of the nobles, Nan Chen acting alone overcame it in a discreet manner.

And the baby, indeed he never planned to kill him, the son of a concubine would not be recognized high in Nan's palace, unless compensated by his mother's wealth despite the king's son, he said, His Highness Nan had never worried about the baby's presence. But it seemed as if the sky was completely on her side, mistress Siaw even died with the child in her birth, following her father's gatekeeper who was buried in the forest by her personal bodyguard.

Seeing His Majesty's face so murky, Consort Huan said so carefully, saying,

"Hamba also still has the ability to massage that can reduce headaches, is Your Majesty willing to try it?"

The candlelight inside the hall grew brighter, outside the moon window increasingly hiding behind the clouds.Time slowly flowed, His Highness Nan Chen's eyes were like being enveloped in the flying snow, he looked at Concubine Huan, his eyes faintly containing a deep meaning, having fallen silent for

for a moment, he lowered his head and said, "Alright, let's see how well you can get rid of my headache."

In a calm motion, Consort Huan inched closer to the king and half-kneeled behind the king, shrugging a pair of pure white hands, pressing on the emperor's forehead, his fingers icy cold, when first touching him, he said, it's like cold snow on top of a mountain, it's cold

hearts trembling. His Highness Nan Chen looked calm, feeling his nimble fingers and

"Akh.this is so good for Huan'er." His Highness Nan's voice was thundering with his eyes closed. He peeked a little through the corner of his eye, then said, "Did the brothel teach you a lot of skills?"

Concubine Huan replied in a low voice, "Yes".

"How many years have you been in the capital? I forgot you ever told me that."

Concubine Huan replied without hesitation, "It's been two whole years".

The corners of His Highness Nan's lips lifted, but in his eyes there was no smile at all, he blandly said, "Before, which person were you?"

Concubine Huan's voice was calm, as she lowered her head she replied, "People Beiyu".

His Highness Nan's forehead wrinkled, his hands clenched into a fist, he put it on the side of his lips, he sighed softly, then said, "Beiyu? my sister has been at the top of Beiyu Mountain for many years. I remember how I cried when my mother put her on a horse-drawn carriage and Yuhuai kept yelling for my name. But I could never get him off that train. Since then I never saw him, until when I met an adult, I hardly knew him. He's like a stranger. Even I feel like he hates me with his smile.".

Concubine Huan fell silent, hearing that soft mutter, that name called His Eminence Nan so vibrating her sanitary niches, her eyes dimmed in a strange longing. These few months he had seen Yuhuai in a few moments with a beautiful woman with amazing luxury. Everyone said she was Yuhuai's wife. Concubine Huan could not deny the pain that stabbed her heart, even though the last time she saw Yuhuai all those years ago in Beiyu Mountain, was, he scrawled a notch of hatred for knowing that the simple handsome young man he adored on Beiyu mountain was the family of King Nan whom he hated.

But no matter how much he fostered day and night hatred on Yuhuai still the first time he saw the Prince who was in his heart was a warm stream of longing-like relief that sailed down.

"Agh.again...Huan'er. Press it there. Akh, this is so delicious. You're really good at doing it..." His Majesty's voice roared, the great hall was enormous, out of nowhere, the wind was blowing in, hovering lightly, bringing the sound to the back of the door, a faint groan. Concubine Huan's eyes were calm, although she was looking at the back of a different person and she never really raised her head, she could still imagine the look on that person's face.

Yuhuai, right, should be like this, long and narrow eyes, sharp eyes, sharp nose, a pair of very thin lips, even the color of his lips was very pale, he said, always drawn in like this, as if looking at no one. He rarely smiled just the look of his dark eyes looking at little Huan towards the teenager with a deep gaze piercing through the yellow grass in the Beiyu meadow.

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