ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 69. A Memory From the Past

"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.

Huan still remembered the moment he arrived at the peak of Beiyu, it was this young man who stared at him incessantly. From the first moment Huan saw it, he immediately liked it.

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.

Consort Huan stood there in the crumbs of his memories piercing through the mountains and seas, going back to that elapsed moment, That young man, he remained calm, his eyes were red, smiling occasionally and acting calm.

From then on, his night was a dream event, when he was still so small and Yuhuai a few years on it

He never expected the young man to be simple and in his sight so quiet it turned out to be a prince who was entrusted there. If he finds out, he swears he will never save his heart on that boy named Yuhuai, who turns out to be a younger brother of the king who made a petition wiping out his entire extended family.

That day, several years later, a royal carriage picked her up at the same time as the news broke, the king's consort died. On that day, Huan cried loudly, lamenting his fate, why the sky always hostile him with a bad destiny.

"Aghhh...Huan'er you turned out to be an expert at this.do it again..."

Consort Huan's right hand pressed the massage even stronger, while her other hand slid her hair back, she felt a brass hairpick, the tip sharp and pointed. Even sometimes his scalp was injured because he always infiltrated it behind his hair when he entered into the room of His Holiness Nan.

His fingers trembled to do so, piercing the top of the now-cuzzled man's head enjoying his massage, but strangely he could not do it as he had planned in recent years.

His right hand kept massaging the emperor's forehead, massaging his neck, massaging his shoulders, massaging his back, as if massaging his entire life.

He looked at him at the top of the king's head, looking at the brother of the man he had been chasing for half his life on the top of Beiyu mountain, loved by him and now realized he was being played with by the prince, he had only clapped one hand for half his life.

His heart soared violently, as if about to jump out of his mouth, this is how, what can I do, isn't this like the best? He has endured so long, struggled, accepted humiliation, endured misery, endured torment, all that waiting, isn't it for the sake of the present? Being in this evil king's room?

The time was near he would bet his life to avenge all his dead ancestors being hanged disrespectfully like the evil traitors.

At the same time behind the door, a man in a dark blue coat stood like a statue, she said, his goosebumps caught the moaning from within and his brother's voice was like one who was so satisfied.

Nan Yuhuai, clenching his hands, his eyes did not blink as if he was trying to gather those sounds into his head.

The personal eunuch His Highness Nan bowed once more and voiced out in a cautious voice,

"Was...do the Lord Prince still want to see His Highness Nan at this time?" Ask with trembling. He very much hoped that Prince Nan Yuhuai would undo the intention to interfere with the pleasure of His Highness Nan with his new concubine. He was afraid of being the target of His Majesty's wrath if it disturbed the king.

The light in front of the hall was dim, unsurprisingly containing a strange red, bright yellow candle

it lit up calmly, emitting an extremely gentle radiance onto Nan Yuhuai's stiff back.

Amidst the dim light as if it could tear off the black mantle cloth and fly away quickly, it frowned, its ears could only hear the rumbling sound that was rolling in the horizon, so far away, it was, yet so close. The satisfied voice of His Majesty overcame any voice that lay in his ears, imagining Huan's smiling face like an angel breaking his heart.

Nan Yuhuai turned around and stepped outside the hall, he didn't need any more pointers because he knew all the roads in this palace.

His Highness Nan Chen's personal eunuch bowed in relief, he felt the burden on his shoulders evaporate just like that.

He stared happily at the sudden departure of Prince Yuhuai right after a servant from the Harem palace delivered the news of the death of Madame Siaw.

A small eunuch carrying an umbrella chased him Pamgeran Nan Yuhuai, as soon as the young prince stepped out of the hallway of the king.

He immediately followed and taught his master's footsteps

who was slowly walking in the long hallway, the fog

the night filled the air, the rain fell on his shoulders, like the shadow of a lonely demon.

"Mr Prince, where are we going?" He was confused when he realized they were not heading towards the Yangguang hall, the private residence of His Highness Nan Yuhuai.

Prince Yuhai's eyebrows shot up, then

he spoke slowly.

"We're heading for the Harem palace."

The young eunuch who was only a dozen years old nodded his head obediently.

"Who are we going to visit these nights?" Asked the eunuch with a curious attitude, he was still innocent and pleasant youth therefore Yuhuai chose him to replace his eunuch who had aged enough.

"We're going to see my sister Xue Lian." Answer's short. And the little eunuch no longer asked his master.

The lantern fire along the passageway to the Harem palace swayed, extinguishing itself, partly turned off by the wind. Every few meters there were guards standing guard, they

bowing every Prince Yuhuai passed by him.

That dark night, so

length. The sound of the night bird breaks the silence.

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