Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Over ten days later, Han Moze and the others returned to the capital.
Han Moze entered the imperial palace, sitting in the carriage.
Han Moxi waited outside the carriage. To his surprise, he saw Han Moze being carried out in a drunken mess, and couldn’t help but be stunned. “Brother Jiuhua, what in the hell happened? How did my royal brother get so drunk?”
“You can probably guess what happened at his fight with that blond man!” Sighed Lian Jiuhua.
Han Moxi came to a sudden realization. “Don’t t-tell me… My royal brother lost?”
The look on Han Moze’s face suddenly fell. He furrowed his brows and swung Lian Jiuhua away, then walked alone into the Dark Moon Palace.
He walked up to the Dark Moon Palace, then spun around and gazed at the Fallen Phoenix Palace nearby.
“It’s all your fault! Why did you have to bring it up? His Majesty’s now in a worse mood!” said Lian Jiuhua, as he glared at Han Moxi.
“I didn’t mean to! I just asked out of curiosity!” The corner of Han Moxi’s mouth twitched.
As usual, Qing’er was left in the dark. “Milord, what are you guys talking about? I don’t understand. What fight? When will Young Miss be back?”
“N-…nothing,” stuttered Han Moxi.
He looked at Qing’er with tightly furrowed brows at the thought of Liu Rushuang never coming back.
Qing’er blinked in confusion, then continued to ask questions. “Milord, didn’t you say that Young Miss will be back one of these days? A whole month has passed. Why hasn’t she come back?”
“The t-two of you should have a long chat. I’ll head back first,” said Lian Jiuhua.
Then, she turned around and quickly left.
“Milord, tell me! Did something happen to Young Miss? And it’s not as you say? She isn’t out to rescue someone?” asked Qing’er, as she glared at Han Moxi.
Han Moxi looked rather hard-pressed and stuttered. “Q-Qing’er… your Young Miss really is fine. I… I have business to handle, so I’ve got to go!”
With that, he turned on his heels and strode out.
He temporarily couldn’t tell Qing’er the truth that Liu Rushuang might never be coming back. Otherwise, Qing’er would definitely be upset.
Qing’er blinked with confusion and quit asking questions. She looked up into the sky and clasped her hands together. “Young Miss, when will you be able to come back? I miss you!”
Meanwhile, at the Fallen Phoenix Palace…
Han Moze swayed as he stepped into the Fallen Phoenix Palace.
He walked over to the hot springs far in the back of the palace and got into the water.
He completely froze the water, then slept in the hot spring.
Han Moze tightly furrowed his brows with a pained look on his face.
“Shuang’er, you’re back, aren’t you?” He mumbled in his sleep.
But when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was already night.
Han Moze furrowed his brows and reached his hand out to rub his temples. He stepped out of the hot spring and got dressed with some difficulty.
He was just about to walk out of the door, but he fainted before he could take a few steps. His face looked colorless and pale-white, and significantly skinnier.
Two shadow guards immediately lifted Han Moze onto the bed, then called the doctor for a diagnosis.
The imperial doctor let out a sigh. “His Majesty has severe internal wounds. On top of it, he has been depressed every day and drinking endlessly, which has worsened his condition. If he continues like this, he’ll really… Sigh…”
Qing’er stood beside him with tightly furrowed brows and blinked her cute, bright eyes. “How did His Majesty get injured? Also, why is His Majesty so self-destructive. You guys, tell me! Did something happen to my Young Miss?” She asked a shadow guard.
Wuhen hesitated for a second, then said, “H-her majesty… the Empress may never come back.”