Chapter 492 (Part 2) (1/2)

Chapter 49 (Part 2) Original and most updated translations are from volaretranslations

Nightfall

“Boooring” I held a book betweenout My eyes stared at the laht as one hand waved the fla only the sound of waving bamboo like the sea

This uninhabited junk of a place had no place for strolls or anywhere to go I could endure that, I could even deal with the lack of ht to be other diversions…curses, there was nothing on the bookshelves but raphy books

The candle fla the odor of hot wax into the air I withdrewaside the book in my hands as I swept the tabletop of peanut shells My brows furrowed as I banged the table angrily and stood up

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, I can’t live like this anymore!”

A spark of so called ‘discontent, I waved aside my sleeves and strode out the doors By the tiant bluster vanished when I realized no one was in the courtyard Besides the sound of wind through the ba else Even the usually noisy parrot stared atA thrill of horror ran through me as I backed up three steps

The despicable bird was looking at h the withered branches as girl and bird stared face-to-face in a silent battle

“Hungry Food, food,” The parrot’s claws stepped on the branches as it leapt a few tiaze in a show of conciliation while it lowered its head to peck at its feathers, as if blinding searching for bugs to eat

Ever since the day Fang Hua randoiant pile of candles, each brand new and wrapped in white paper packaging But he…rarely used thee of the light After I’d shut hiuide to walk back, his retreating figure ever desolate and lonely…

I sta hard It’d be good to take the chance and convince him not to be so econoet the ehts so dark, hoas a person to pass their days?

I earnestly nodded toon my heels, I crawled under my bed until I found a candle and proudly patted it a few tihtly knocked a few times

“Are you asleep?”

There was the faint sound of a bed creaking, followed by the rustling noise of so on their clothes

“I’ll open the door shortly”

“How about you keep lying down, I’ll leta hairpin out of led it up and down a few ti it open The ure still in shock

“That…” he see, “So it’s true that no ood the quality”

“Heh, heheheh,” I s until I suddenly stopped My expression shi+fted, and I stared astonished at my nimble hands What had happened…when did I become a thief? The movee A soft cough sounded froroped forwards with my hands

“Are you feeling unwell? There’s nothing urgent about your health, right”

There was silence for quite a while

“Aiyo!” A weird cry fell from my lips

He hurriedly spoke, “It’s dark here, be careful where you walk…”

“I hit a chair”

He seehtly

My hands fuwith everything so gloomy

“Why not light a lamp?”

“…”

Where’s the flint?”

He h it over

I gave up on relying on hi in the dark until my hand came in contact with a wooden cupboard in a corner Its surface was hard and slippery, and a spark lit inthe wood until I forced open a door Reaching in, I touched a small object that should’ve been flint My face lit up in joy as I grabbed the candle fronited the tip

Turning around, I saw the waiting Fang Hua looking at me with rapt attention The expression in his eyes was like so life to look ata view As if he couldn’t get enough of me, even if he stared for an entire lifetime…

I stood stunned until a scalding hot sensation hit my arm I nearly knocked over the candle as I placed it on the table, head lowered to readjust my sleeves after the accidental drop of wax

Sheesh, it was e to have him stare when it was just the two of us in a room

The sound of coughing traveled over When I looked up again, Fang Hua was cal on his side, his expression a little tired Was what I saw before an apparition? Shaking my head to cover my aard face, I took the chance to look around

The room was simple and unadorned, but tasteful Besides a bed, the only thing that caughttable On it were a bronze lossy wooden comb It was curved like a crescent moon, and most of the red lacquer had faded Various other ites were scattered about a small makeup box, a thin collection that seemed to indicate the owner’s decline in wealth

Why were there female items in this room?

Fang Hua’s hair hung loosely about him as he covered hisI withdrewa cup of water before handing it over His ashen face looked sickly with that light smile as he accepted ers heldof alarm

I withdrewquite a bit of water on his robes His expression turned dejected

“Why are you so cold?”

“It’s of no consequence The weather’s chilly, so I feel a bit cold” He looked up at me with a smile

I felt a little sha here?”

“There was once another person who lived with ht as a war hientle,a tender expression on such a calhtly, and I sat next to him on the bed

Quietly, I asked, “Was it the emperor?”

His reaction was like someone woken from a dream, and his face turned cohed a few ti some deep breaths Slowly, he spoke “He’s lived here as well, when he was younger”

“What was he like back then? Did he always make serious faces?”

He laughed a few ti down “He wasn’t like this in the past At that time, co at the bedcovers Desolation filled his eyes when he spoke again “Compared to anyone, he was much more well-behaved Actually, the one who always kicked up a roas htened of him and didn’t dare to talk back He used to serve hi an esteemed elder” There was a soft smile on his face, as if he couldn’t free hi about former days That was a story only between himself and Han Zichuan

Meanwhile, I was only a bystander fro to him talk

“With three people living here, it rin “What did the emperor like to eat when he was little? Which room did he sleep in?”

The hand on h to highlight the bones, so it hurt when he gripped me Aiya, I wanted to draw back but I couldn’t ave hih it azed at me

He said, “Let’s not talk about hihad suddenly rammed into it

“I…I’m…sorry…” I was a bit depressed

You and hi up your past with his

Yet he only wore a gentle smile as he patted h to melt an entire river of ice This was a well-bred, warm and cultured man Why couldn’t such a perfect person find his own true love…

“That’s right…” After staring blankly for a while, I hastily helped to tuck hin of your foster son?”

“He won’t come”

“Why?”