✓Imperial Favour

Chapter 48-52

The quietness in the Youqu Pavilion was terrible, the moon hanging hollow like silver hooks, and the light waves like water reflected on the silent red walls and green tiles, and the cornices of the roof covered the night with a thin layer of veil.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight receded, and a thin mist appeared in the forest. The sound of jackdaws hit people's ears from time to time, sobbing extremely desolately.

The room was quiet and terrible, Huo Qiu sat on a soft stool, his figure was thin, and the black stubble appeared on his face, but his eyes were sharper than ever.

Liu Hanjiang pondered for a moment, and moved back a few steps calmly, further away from Huo Qiu. With a light sigh from the bottom of my heart, Wuwang's disaster has affected the pond fish, and he has become this unlucky pond fish.

Ever since he went to see the princess in the cubicle, his highness has always had such an expression, and he did not speak, and the chill on his body became stronger.

Li Desheng still persuades, "Master, your body will get better, so you should go back to the main courtyard and rest. When the lady wakes up, seeing you like this makes me feel uncomfortable."

Huo Qiu lowered his eyes and moved his numb fingers, his broad sleeves concealed his slightly stiff movements.

"How did the lonely tell you before going to bed?" His voice was a little dry and hoarse, and his voice was soft and shallow. What could not be ignored was the extremely suppressed deep anger in his words, which was approaching Li Desheng and Liu Hanjiang.

Li Desheng knelt down silently, and said with a bitter face: "Your Highness, Niang Niang insists on going up the mountain, the slave can't stop it at all."

Huo Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his body. That's right, the woman could dismiss his words, not afraid of heaven and earth, let alone going up the mountain after she fell asleep, who could stop it?

Needless to say, no one can stop it.

"What's Wang Yi doing?" His tone was indifferent, as if asking a trivial matter, but Liu Hanjiang suddenly smiled.

His Royal Highness finally decided to cut the grass and wipe out the roots instead of going to the east and west.

"Everything is as expected."

Huo Qiu's pupil color was darker than Mo, and he tightened the armrest of the chair, "Then do it."

Liu Hanjiang shook the feather fan in his hand and responded with a faint smile.

There is an inch-long scar on the face of the princess, and it is worthwhile to exchange for a worry-free throne for his Royal Highness.

In the middle of the night, Liu Hanjiang returned to his yard, Li Desheng guarded the front door of Youqu Pavilion and took a nap little by little.

He really hasn't had a good rest in these few days. His Royal Highness finally woke up, before he had time to loose a string, this happened to the prince again.

It's a natural exhaustion.

Huo Qiu sat on the edge of the bed. The person lying on the carved solid wood bed was still motionless, showing no signs of waking up, so quiet that the man was inexplicably flustered.

He coughed lowly, and the maid brought a bowl of boiled herbs, but he didn't even look at it.

"His Royal Highness, have you drunk the medicine? I should feel distressed again when I see you." An Xia persuaded her to take down the first bowl of cold concoction.