Emperatriz viuda Xiaoxuan

Capítulo 35

Jun Lin watched Zi Jin's every move, his pupils narrowing slightly. He walked to the desk, looked at the note, and said, "Alright! I agree."

Zi Jin picked up a brand new sheet of paper and began to write furiously, pausing occasionally to ponder for a moment. After nearly half an hour, she finished writing and tossed the pen aside.

A mysterious smile appeared on west Le's lips as she watched Jun Lin's every move, fiddling with the hair bun by her ear.

Jun Lin sat calmly to the side, sipping his tea as if nothing had happened, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his feelings. When he saw that Zi Jin had finished writing, he hurriedly went up and picked up the paper.

Such a beautiful land has attracted countless heroes to bow down; such beautiful women have made heroes abandon their kingdoms.

Every frown and word she uttered was so gentle and enchanting; even the most beautiful kingdom could not hold back her smile.

Like a bird kept in confinement, her youth cannot be confined; like a flower in full bloom, her brilliance cannot be hidden.

The king was radiant and handsome, and all he could think of was her. The world of mortals came and went, while the beauties within the palace walls were lonely.

A single glance back and a smile could charm a hundred hearts, making all the beauties of the imperial harem pale in comparison.

In the chill of early spring, the emperor bestowed a bath at Huaqing Pool, marking the beginning of a new period of imperial favor.

With cloud-like hair, a face adorned with flowers, and golden steps swaying gently, she spends every spring night in the warm boudoir.

The spring night is fleeting, the sun shines brightly, and from then on, the emperor no longer rises early for court.

The glory of a thousand years is all in this day; let us raise our cups and sing, let us laugh and rejoice, for who cares about tomorrow?

If one only cares about a beautiful woman and forgets about the country, only when surrounded by enemies will one realize that beauty cannot compare to the allure of the land.

The nine-layered city gates opened, smoke and dust rose, and thousands of chariots and tens of thousands of cavalry marched for thousands of miles.

With the six armies refusing to advance, there was nothing that could be done. She gracefully departed before Mount Emei, and the king covered his face, unable to save her from the disaster.

Heaven and earth may last forever, but will this endless sorrow ever cease? ①

After reading it, Jun Lin staggered back two steps, grabbing the table for support before he could stand. His phoenix eyes were filled with deep sorrow. That look was not like Jun Lin at all; he seemed so fragile, as if he would shatter at the slightest touch.

Zi Jin stood there dumbfounded, stunned. She had been fighting with the pig-headed prince for nearly two years, and every time she saw this pig-headed prince, she was full of vigor and as proud as a peacock. When had she ever shown such an expression? All she did was write something to dampen his joy before his wedding. Did he really have to look like he was in so much pain? Was it really necessary?

west Le's peach blossom eyes narrowed comfortably. Jun Lin's every move amused and delighted her, and she smiled like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

Jun Lin's gaze inadvertently swept over Zi Jin's startled expression. He abruptly closed his eyes, and after a long while, when he opened them again, he had reverted to his former self, Crown Prince Jun Lin. He lunged forward and grabbed Zi Jin's arm fiercely, saying in a stern voice, "I want the throne! But I will not let go of the beauty. Even if she is a bird with wings, I will break her wings. She will die by my hand."

Jun Lin looked as if he wanted to die together with everyone else, and the complexity in his eyes was chilling.

Zi Jin thought to herself: Pervert! A pure pervert. With such a twisted personality, he can never find true love. The person he falls in love with must be the most miserable person in the world.

After Jun Lin finished speaking, he forcefully shook off Zi Jin's arm and quickly left with everyone, still holding what Zi Jin had written in his hand.

west Le walked over with a smile and bumped into Zi Jin, who was still in a daze: "Little mute, not bad... What exactly did you write that made the Crown Prince of Yue so angry that he almost committed suicide?"

Zi Jin snapped back to reality, only to be met with Xi Le's magnified, stunning face. She took two steps back. Undeterred, west Le took two steps forward, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally blowing air into Zi Jin's ear.

Zi Jin covered her ears in surprise, quickly jumped away from Xi Le, her face slightly flushed, her heart pounding twice: seduction... seduction... blatant seduction!

Zi Jin blushed, not daring to look at Xi Le. Her dark eyes darted around, and when she saw Jun Chi still slumped in the same spot, a shadow of sadness crossed her eyes. Without thinking, she went over and carefully helped Jun Chi up.

Zi Jin tenderly stroked Jun Chi's swollen face, thinking bitterly: Just think of this exquisitely beautiful face. Normally, I would struggle for a long time just to kiss it. But this pig-headed prince is so good, he just slapped me across the face right away. I hope he marries two tigresses tomorrow and makes me wish I were dead in that grave.

Jun Chi looked up at Zi Jin's pained eyes, smiled, and shook his head, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all..."

Zi Jin felt a slight sting in her eyes as she hugged Jun Chi and nodded gently.

Jun Chi, why do you have to be so obedient that it breaks people's hearts?

west Le's smile grew increasingly alluring and seductive, like a poppy in full bloom. She turned her head to look at Jun Chi and Zi Jin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

In the Moon Kingdom's Locked Love Palace, Emperor Xuanlong stood beneath the portrait, his expression somber, his eyes filled with tenderness. He humbly and devoutly stroked the figure in the painting.

"Lin'er, your wedding is tomorrow. You once said that when Lin'er was born, you would give him all the most beautiful things in the world. If you could see Lin'er grow up, you would definitely love him even more. Lin'er is becoming more and more like you, just as you said..."

"Your Majesty," the man in black knelt respectfully outside the door and called out softly.

Emperor Xuanlong did not turn around, but said calmly, "What is it?"

"After forcibly leaving Chaoyang Palace, His Highness the Crown Prince went straight to Taiping Pavilion, where he injured the third young master of the Zi family and took his anger out on the Third Prince. When Princess Xile heard the news, she rushed there. I was afraid of being discovered by her, so I dared not get close. Later, I only saw His Highness the Crown Prince leave Taiping Pavilion looking dejected... His appearance... was very worrying..."

"So be it... He harbors resentment about tomorrow's wedding, so let him vent his anger. That Zi family brat and Princess Xile have been unusually close, so it's understandable that Lin'er is taking it out on him now. I think he knows that this wedding is not only my carefully planned arrangement but also an indispensable asset for him in the future... But... I worry that in the end, he and Princess Xile... will be like a prince dreaming of a goddess, but the goddess is unmoved..."

"What His Majesty did today is entirely a prelude to His Highness the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne in the future. His Highness will understand His Majesty's good intentions. However, Princess Xile of Chen Kingdom is not an ordinary daughter. I'm afraid that in the end, His Highness's grief will be in vain..." A trace of helplessness flashed in the black-clad man's eyes as he lowered his head and replied.

"I know...I know everything...You may leave." Emperor Xuanlong waved his hand weakly.

The man in black remained kneeling, not rising, and continued, "I inadvertently discovered several short rafts while infiltrating Taiping Pavilion. I humbly request Your Majesty's inspection." He presented the rafts with both hands but made no attempt to enter the room.

Emperor Xuanlong strode out of the Locked Love Palace, picked up the short scrolls presented by the man in black, and examined them one by one. The more he looked, the colder his eyes became. After reading all the scrolls, he revealed a ferocious sneer: "Zi Yinfeng... Zi Yinfeng... I will definitely make you taste the bitterness of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone. I will definitely destroy the thing you care about most in this life right in front of you..."

“Your Majesty, judging from what we saw on the raft, General Zi dotes on this boy. If we use him as leverage, General Zi will surely hand over his military power when he returns in triumph.”

"I not only want him to hand over all his military power, but I also want him to be heartbroken to the point of wishing he were dead... Go and investigate who Zi Jin's mother is, and why Zi Yinfeng would dote on this son who appeared out of nowhere." A cold killing intent flashed across Emperor Xuanlong's face.

"Yes, sir!"

"Come back and put this raft back where it was, without alerting them." A cold glint appeared in Emperor Xuanlong's narrow eyes, and the smile on his lips sent chills down one's spine.

The man in black bowed respectfully, accepted the order, and left.

Emperor Xuanlong returned to his room and gazed at the portrait for a long time. The murderous intent on his face and the cold light in his eyes vanished instantly. A faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile so pure and warm. His slender fingers traced the face of the woman in the painting, and the tenderness in his eyes was intoxicating without wine.