Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Emperor’s eyes were full of a gentleness that could drown one to death. He looked at Huijun till she felt shy and turned her head away.
“My beloved concubine, I love you the most.” The Emperor said endearingly.
Huijun’s cheeks reddened, and after a moment she asked quietly, “You don’t blame your concubine any longer?”
“When did I ever blame you?” Dongqing’s Emperor continued, “It is all that rebellious son’s fault. Why should I blame you?”
Huijun’s heart was at peace, her face bearing a hint of bashfulness and timidity. Gazing at her beauty, one felt their throat itch.
“Then, then how about Prince Changshou? He has an army with him, in his hands he holds the forged imperial edict…”
“Do not worry, I will send someone to command him to retreat, if he is unwilling… KeKe!”
Dongqing Emperor comforted Huijun soothingly, “Don’t be afraid, I would rather be hurt myself than to hurt even one strand of your hair. Why are you so foolish? Let your body recover, then bear me many royal children.”
Huijun heard this and became utterly bashful.
Of course, in her heart she was chuckling.
She’d rather bear the child of a pig than to bear one for the disgusting person before her.
Watching the Emperor’s back as he left, Huijun, who was supposed to be ‘weak’, coughed, then turned over and slept soundly.
When the earthquake in Shangjing happened, and Wuma Jun asked her to help steal the Emperor’s imperial seal, she used many reasons to procrastinate for a month. She went into a daze multiple times before the Emperor, as she pretended to struggle and appeared to be in pain.
Wuma Jun became anxious, and she then had no choice but to steal the Emperor’s imperial seal, then bewitched Wuma Jun and fooled around once.
On that very night, she surreptitiously ordered someone to obtain medicines for abortion… Of course, she was surely not pregnant since her body had been defiled and damaged years ago. Most likely she had no chance to become a mother, thus drinking the abortion medicine had no effect on her.
Except, this incident was “accidentally” witnessed by the Emperor, after many attempts of asking after her, she “broken-heartedly” poured her heart out that Wuma Jun had forced her into sexual intercourse for no reason. Concurrently, she revealed that Wuma Jun wanted the imperial seal.
To prevent Wuma Jun from being ousted so quickly, she sincerely begged the Emperor not to investigate the matter.
For this, she put in a lot of effort. Drinking medicines, and threatening to end her life, as well, since she could not die from the abortifacients. The people the Emperor assigned to her would not allow anything to happen to her, so Huijun enjoyed herself in the process while the Emperor was direly exhausted.
Perhaps the Emperor was curious what Wuma Jun used the imperial seal for, or she managed to convince with her pleas, but during those days he continued to keep silent until he heard the news of Prince Changshou bringing troops towards Chenzhou. The Emperor was exasperated and so explaining the scenario that had just transpired.
Huijun was ignorant about politics but she knew a saying: “It is easier to invite a deity than to send them away.”
Leading hundreds of thousands of troops from his allocated land, Prince Changshou was so ambitious, how would he be satisfied with retreat?
Go on and fight, best if they fought neck to neck, brothers fighting against each other until they were ignorant of news in the north.
Any possible cause of threat to her Langjun, she would think of solutions to nip them in the bud.
In the case of the scheming Princess of the north borders, Huijun used her status to torment her.
Her mind was full of diverse thoughts.
She yawned lazily, thought of what she should do the following day. Perhaps threaten to drown by jumping into the water, or continue to lie in bed weakly…
She rolled her eyes at the thought of Wuma Jun and his father. Such despicable people were actually part of the most honourable royal family?
Huijun didn’t like palace infighting, coupled with the importance the emperor placed on her, he gradually placed many confidants by her side. It was almost impossible for happenings and schemes in the inner courts to reach her ears, but as an awe-inspiring favourite concubine, even if others didn’t bother her, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t find fault with them. What a boring road lay ahead, bullying those beautiful concubines and the Empress who had lost her looks to ageing. This was her daily routine.
“Bring me the copper mirror.”
She had just laid down, then recalled something and ordered for her maids.
Her body was getting healthier, so in order to fake a frail looking complexion, she refrained from acquiring a sickly disease. Rather, those servants around her were falling sick one by one. She opened her watery eyes then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She still retained her charming aura of fortune and let out a faint, lengthy sigh.
Why on earth did such a ravishing beauty like her exist?
Daily narcissism (1/1) accomplished.
Huijun is naturally not mindful of her outward appearances but she’s increasingly aware that her perfect figure is linked to her Langjun.
What method exactly can transform a person’s beauty to be so enchanting that all fall hard for her?
From her perspective, it’s probably the works of a deity. She slowly started to notice herself in the mirror, then compare with what she remembers of herself from her memories. Slowly she fostered the habit of admiring herself in the mirror which she evidently enjoys.
Wuma Jun’s injury was rather serious, and he was in coma through the night. The doctor used the best of medicines to rescue him from the doors of hell.
Upon seeing him wake, Liu Huan heaved a sigh of relief, “My husband, you’re awake.”
A lady of a mere 13 years, she was of small build and petite, yet her stomach was huge despite being only five months pregnant. Her stomach skin was like a blown-up balloon, as if already eight to nine months into her pregnancy. Others had the impression that her stomach was very heavy.
If a common lady was pregnant with such a huge stomach, it would be impossible for her to look healthy. Nevertheless, Liu Huan was different, her vitality improving by the day. It seemed that even her footsteps became swifter. Many servants suspected that the Fourth Princess Consort’s pregnancy had issues.
Unless it was a fake pregnancy?
Before that ridiculous rumour spread, Liu Huan had dragged those people in and had them beat to death.
Within her womb she carried the legitimate, royal grandchild. Who would dare say her pregnancy was fake?
Upon waking up, Wuma Jun directed his gaze above and was speechless. Behind his eyes there brewed a deep sense of contempt.
“Have some ginseng soup, my husband. This is boiled specially by your wife.”
Desiring her husband’s affection, she had put a lot of effort to gain it. Helplessly, other than their marriage night, he almost never touched her.
She knew. Wuma Jun’s heart belonged to that whore, Huijun.
“Get lost ——”
Lifting the bowl of soup, he threw it to the ground heartlessly. Wearing a sinister expression, his eyes were full of capillaries and the effect looked murderous.
The situation at the north of Dongqing had become a warzone between Tsing Yi army and the Red Lotus group, the people groaning in despair, and starving people filled the land.
Only Dongqing remained the pure and unadulterated paradise, its rebuilding process advancing rapidly. The entire district was bursting with vitality.
The military might at the south of Dongqing was increasingly intense. Prince Changshou was defiant to the imperial edict and refused to return to his allocated land. His ambition was evident.
Under such circumstances, the powers in the north borders were slowly becoming a threat.
Liu She returned to Chongzhou in that context.
Briefly assessing the political situation, he discovered that the north border’s internal affairs were beginning to stir. They clearly felt the time was ripe and intended to strike while Dongqing’s political power was at its weakest, then decisively exterminate Dongqing. They would thereby command the central plains, and at the lowest cost possible!
Indeed, it was not a small aspiration.
He roughly analysed the situation in Donqing, then sneered in his heart.
Before the three tribes in the north borders raised their hands to strike, he would prank them first!
Kacha —
Taking a bite of the fruit in season, he salivated. He waved his hand to summon his head servant.
Internally and externally, Liu mansion ran many businesses, the people who managed these were spread across the entire north borders. This served as an invisible network of information. Seizing the opportunity before the calamity struck, he would scheme to earn a large sum of money. Otherwise when the north borders went all out against Dongqing, such a golden business opportunity would cease to exist.
Thinking of the twenty sets of “unparalleled precious items”, his broke into a broad smile.
The north borders likened to a fat cow. If they weren’t taken advantage of now, how would it be fair to the people at Chongzhou’s borders?
