ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 89. GLAZING ON THE SURFACE OF THE LAKE

A chill seeped into his heart, his boiling blood felt frozen. As strong as the power driven iron skewers with eyes sharper than the nail.

"Death to you!!!"

The sound only reached his throat when he felt the konde stab through His Majesty Nan Chen's sleeping robe, it felt a light slash.

"Ughhh!!!" The stifled voice reached Consort Huan's ears, making him shudder to himself, with unbending fear, in the absence of large eyes.

"Armrgggh!!!!" His Majesty's voice sounded in pain, he was pushed back, the wine cup he had in his hand fell down.

PRANGS!!!

The sound of porcelain breaking over a cold stone floor. Consort Huan was stunned, pulling the skewer of konde on her blood-soaked hand. He looked like a confused person.

"Consort Huan..." His Majesty held onto his bloody arm, then violently struck concubine Huan, along with the door of his aura being opened and a eunuch with three bodyguards bursting in.

"Your Majesty!!! you all right?" his loyal eunuch was about to approach His Highness Nan but,

"Supply!!!" The shout sounded blaringly from the mouth of His Highness Nan Chen, his eyes glaring red while he tightly hugged the concubine Huan.

"Why did you enter so carelessly, Huh!!! You see what I'm doing? You're asking for a heavy law?" The cry was so loud that the silent walls trembled.

"But Your Majesty? We heard a voice..."

"Stupid!!! I was drinking with my favorite concubine, why did you break down my door so brazenly, Huh?!"

"Pardon us Your Majesty.." the eunuch fell down and bowed until his head touched the floor while the three personal guards of the king followed the same thing.

"Get out! and make sure that by tomorrow morning no one gets into my room! I want to spend the night with my concubine." His Eminence Nan was seen inserting her face in the neck of concubine Huan who glared unblinkingly, her hands clasping the bloody skewer but the body of His Highness Nan Chen hid it between his robes. The sound of His Holiness Nan's breathing was stingy, his lips were clenched with the pain from the stab of Huan's concubine but he still acted as if he and Huan's concubine were making out.

The eunuch got up clumsily, his knees slightly wobbly as he stood up.

"Please forgive Your Majesty..." He stammered and was a little frightened and half-hurriedly coded the three personal guards of the king to come out with him.

The sound of the door closing slowly, a small creak broke the silence. His Majesty fell down in front of the concubine Huan who immediately caught the body of His Highness Nan with a dead red face.

"Your Majesty..."His voice was hoarse with a cry that he could not hide, he thought after stabbing His Majesty he would be satisfied and happy but it turned out that he was rebuking because his feelings were so broken that he did not understand the root of his base, he had no idea, he didn't actually do this but the vengeance he sought in blowing himself moved every muscle in his body and was this what he wanted?

"No! Don't...! Oh, Your Grace...Your Majesty is okay? His Majesty is bleeding..." The iron skewer in his hand to throw it to the floor made a clanging sound then with all his might at the pressure of the wound on His Majesty's left arm, it turned out that the skewer she was pointing at carelessly struck His Majesty's arm, tearing his skin until the blood came out ripping his skin until the blood came out making the wet sleeve of the sleeping robe of the silk that His Majesty was wearing.

His Majesty grimaced in pain but those eyes showed no anger at all, in his hand held the wrist of concubine Yuan with breath trying to set him as calm as himself.

"Your Majesty? What have I done?" concubine Huan bit her pale lips.

"How did it feel when you were able to bring out the frat you've been craving for years?" Ask His Majesty in a soft voice.

Consort Huan was stunned for a moment before her tears came out soundlessly, she held back her own cries until her body shook.

"Let me treat His Majesty's wounds, after which His Majesty may punish me. Your Majesty can kill me..." Said Consort Huan with trembling lips. On the edge of the grip of His Majesty's hand, and then flicked the arm of the king's robe, The wound from the stab right in his arm, making a long tear in His Highness Nan Chen's skin even though it wasn't so deep but his blood was quite a lot, it just kept coming out.

Concubine Huan pulled out the cloth of her own robe and tore it to the brim with all her might, the torn cloth was immediately wrapped around her to the arm of Her Highness Nan Chen to resist the bleeding.

"I'll call the healer..." Consort Huan was about to move but His Majesty's right hand restrained him.

"I'm fine, Huan..." Lirih.

"Don't call anyone, I don't want you to be suspected for this..."

"But Your Majesty, your wound..."

"I'm fine. And again this wound has you trashed strongly. Tomorrow morning will be better." His Majesty was seen sitting firmly, picking up another wine cup with his right hand, trying to pour it while his hand still seemed to shake.

Soon Huan's guilt-ridden and remorse-filled concubine Soon Huan's guilt-ridden and unexpressible remorse helped take the wine jar and pour it over.

"Huan, I hope with this a little lessening the burden on your heart." Said His Majesty while sipping wine in his cup with a single look. Concubine Huan was stunned, her body still feeling cold hot. He did not expect the king's attitude to be completely opposite from what he thought, even His Highness Nan tried to hide his mistake.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to do it...".

His Highness Nan Chen spoke to himself, Concubine Huan did not make a sound, he knew, at this moment this king had absolutely no need for the words His Highness Nan Chen spoke to himself, he knew,Consort Huan did not make a sound, he knew, at this time this king did not need any words from him, all he needed was someone who was willing to listen quietly.

"I waited for him so many years, but I also had little hope that what had happened in the past evaporated like dew, flying like dust. The heartache and vengeance were lost along with the bodies that were uprooted by their lives only because of unjust judgment. And when you came to this palace, I knew that old grudge had to be raised from the old tomb again."

His Highness nan Chen laughed at himself, then looked up and down on a cup of wine mixed with water, after which he turned towards downing a cup of wine mixed with water, after which, after that he turned towards the woman who still seemed to be trembling in fear by his own actions.

"I know, Huanjin. I know what it's like to keep a million wishes but none of them you can do right. You are me, walking on a thin rope trying to turn away from reality by wearing a painful mask. I'm you, like the mirror on the surface of a lake..."

His forehead slowly wrinkled, moonlight radiating inward from the window grille covered in a thin white silk cloth, shining on his handsome face, he calmly said, "This pain is nothing compared to the wounds you've endured in your lifetime, shadowing death for the rest of your life, a shadow of death that your family should not accept. But what can I do, my hands move without me being able to hold back, there is a power to control beyond my right to my own body."

His forehead crept deeply, his voice containing a vague hatred, with great difficulty, he said a few words from between his teeth, "In your opinion, do I deserve the status of a king?"

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