These past two months, his wife has took to great pains to dilute his ambitions, always luring him in in a push and pull manner, making him have no time to attend to other matters, only able to accompany her in the Prime Minister Estate. Back then he always laughed at others who indulged in beauty, only now is he beginning to know “Beauty Trap” is this powerful, causing him to be wholeheartedly willing to be trapped within.
Cuddling Gui Wan, he was inexplicably satisfied, soothing the unease in his heart that persistently lingers. Recalling that day, the moment Gui Wan blurted out “The Emperor Swallow” it was like a thorn had been stuck in his heart. Since childhood he has never believed “all matters boils down to fate”, but concerning Gui Wan, he has also become mindful of personal gains and losses.
The Emperor Swallow and the crazy woman’s prophecy, seems to be vaguely hinting at something……
“Fate……” A seemingly mocking low laugher, looking at Gui Wan’s sleeping face, he lowers his head and kisses her lips, in a situation of not wanting to startle her awake, he just lightly touches the surface, “That cannot do……you are my wife, even if that is your fate, I will ruin it.”
Deep night, only he devilishly whispers within this silent air with no one answering.
“Do not believe in fate, there is no fate in this world……if there is, I will make it become none existent, Gui Wan, if anyone wants to snatch you away, I will definitely destroy them.”
In this moment deep into the night, without any warning, an elderly voice sounds from outside the doors, “Lord Prime Minister, Prince Duan, Prince of Nan Jun are waiting in the main hall, says there are matters to discuss.” Deliberately lowering his voice, afraid to annoy those inside.
They came? Lip buttering up a calculating smile, Lou Che carefully holds up the person in his arms, gently withdrawing his arm, and tenderly covering her with the thin quilt, smoothing out her scattered hair whilst he was at it, and only then did he get up from the bed. Whilst dressing himself, he watches that delicate figure, absolutely reluctant to leave, it took a long while before he quietly opens the doors, slowly stepping outside.
The old housekeeper dutifully waits outside the room, seeing Lou Che come out, he hurries forward, just about to speak up, but was silenced by the sharp look in Lou Che’s eyes, until the two walk far into the courtyard, did Lou Che motion for him to speak.
“Prince Duan and Prince of Nan Jun has only just arrived, I said Lord Prime Minister has already retired for the night, but they insisted that there are urgent matters, so……”
Lou Che’s one wave of his hand stops him from speaking further, the smile on his lips deepening, looks like they already received the news, the Emperor cannot refrain any longer and is to take action now……heart filled with traces of excitement, he raises his head to the sky.
The moonlight alone is good, elegantly bleak.
[1] Spending each day like an idle cloud, wild crane or xián yún yě hè / 闲云野鹤 means to live a recluse and unconstrained life.
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