ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 90. CRYING IN A HUG

His forehead suddenly furrowed 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?"

Concubine Huan was silent a thousand languages, she dared not speak, cold sweat as the size of a bean seed as well as tears that also fell unstoppably on her cheeks.

"I'm not a king, Huanjin. I'm just a coward pretending to be king." His Majesty Nan Chen's jaw was hardened.

Prangs!

The wine cup broke in two, a sharp porcelain shard piercing the flesh of his palm, the,

between his index finger and thumb, fresh blood poured out slowly, thick and as red as Houyun.

"Your Majesty..." Consort Huan caught the king's fingers, whose faces were now more frozen than ice from the north of Yanzhi.

With fear in the palm of His Highness Nan Chen, his, dispose of the broken porcelain fragments and without being asked to clean the blood that poured from between the fingers of His Highness Nan Chen with his own clothes until the dress he wore was filled with blood stains.

Concubine Huan suddenly recalled, many years ago, at the Jiu family's guesthouse, under a wutong tree on an autumn night, her brother who was the same age as the king lay with a sword-eye, while the tip pierced his chest. Her brother who was always gentle to her, looked at her with nanar as if to drive her away, the blood that poured out from her chest was redder than haitang flowers.

"Don't do this, Your Majesty.." his voice half whispered, he was terrified not the reeds of the braids, the red color published a trauma in his soul.

"Huanjin off? Your name is Huanjin, right? The little girl who went missing 12 years ago from the Jiu family massacre?" That smile was so stern on His Highness Nan's lips, he let the deathly pale beautiful woman in that veiled face clean her wounds, somehow he had to tear her dress to bandage her wounds.

"Your Majesty, please kill me after this. I'm willing. I don't have a grudge anymore..." Consort Huan said as she let go of His Highness Nan Chen's hand.

Faintly, in a corner shrouded in dust, the wind slowly blew away the waves of time, time turning back to many years ago, he said, the sound of his own crying echoed in his mind like a breeze of autumn, disperse the thick, uninterrupted fog in that cold and desolate palace.

"Perhaps, the Jiu family is not destined to live in the world longer. Until there are no descendants of Jiu who stand under the sky after this. It's okay, at least I tried..." His tears that had stopped falling, melted again. He looked tired of body and soul, having fought with his own heart as if to break down this gloomy and hard to measure king's residence.

"Huanjin, now you are my concubine. Yourself throwing yourself into this hell, being part of this palace is death. Then why would I kill you again?" His Majesty Nan Chen chuckled. There was no more pain shown by his face from how many injured eyes tore his skin tonight.

"I.i.m..." Concubine Huan could not help the cry she had sustained from earlier, she fell on the floor, a silent voice breaking out.

His Highness Nan Chen grabbed the body of concubine Huan, in his arms tightly like two people in his arms.

The first time in life concubine Huan cried in someone's arms so loosely. On the chest of a person who had hated for a lifetime but instead felt a strange peace at some point. In an unexpected place, the arms of a king.

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The light of night like water, the light and the dense shadows of the day gradually disappeared, leaving only a clear and bright beam of light, the moon cold like an ice flower, and the sun was still there, the ground suddenly became cold, at the end of autumn towards winter, everyone felt the cold start to greet, as if scavenging the hands of women to make coats for their children.

The muscles actually feel a bit limp enveloping the bones, the wind creeps up from the back and penetrates until finally penetrating the feeling, creating a hollow feeling of sadness that is very very very.

Morning crept, making concubine Huan squirm as her rays penetrated into her eyes. When he managed to open his eyes, he was stunned as he grabbed the rag of his cloak that was torn as a result in his own shreds to bandage the king's wounds. Some of his chest was plain in the cold morning breeze but some were covered in soft wool blankets, infiltrating through his coyness.

And next to him, on top of that huge bed lay His Highness Nan Chen who looked to be soundly asleep, his face fresh red, his face straight towards the high ceiling of the room right next to him.

His Highness Nan Chen had already drunk a lot of wine with him after His Majesty calmed his cries almost overnight, as concubine Huan recalled that was all that happened but she had completely forgotten that she then they both slept in one bed!

With a trembling Concubine Huan raised his gaze around the surroundings that began to be covered with sunlight, on the ebony table there were some patches of water smelling fragrant wine, under the sunlight seemed to glitter.

But that was not what made him almost faint, on top of the wool cloth that covered him under the belly was another patch that was not water but blood! Scattered red blood dried up, leaving a small stain but making Consort Huan almost suffocate and close her mouth.

"What's been going on?" Her lips clucked, with clenched teeth.

Up there was a whiff of wind clanking in the wind, The cold autumn air, the sound of melodious clappers, was very pleasant to hear but the chest of concubine Huan rumbled like it was on the waves.

"Hmmm..." A fragile voice slowly sounded as His Eminence Nan Chen moved slightly, his face as calm as morning.

With a cleavage, Consort Huan stuck out her finger, tremblingly moving His Highness Nan Chen's hand from above her stomach.

"What have we done?" His whisper was raucous, stuck in his own throat.

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