61 One Sided Love (1/2)

PRINCESS YANG LIU currently known as PRINCE KUAN HUI

IMPERIAL PRINCE”S CHAMBERS

General Feng fed her a ripe red grape which crushed in her mouth, the juice exploding and caressing her senses with bliss. She blushed under the attention of his eyes. They were telling her that she was the only brilliance that ever existed.

Yang Liu shied away by holding her mouth and looking away. It was impossible to keep looking at the dark almond brown eyes that were starring the core of her soul.

Being the romantic he was, he lifted her chin so that she could make eye-contact with his gorgeous eyes.

General Feng was entranced by her. He wanted her, and was in persuit of her heart. Obviously, she desired him too.

He suddenly frowned, his eyebrows cringing and orbes rolling to the back. Only the white part of his eyes goggled her while his pupils rolled over. His skin was a pale pallet as if he was about to collapse. General Feng desperately held his chest and gagged, indicating that something was stuck in his throat.

”General Feng...” she hysterically reached for his shoulders to stop him from falling. He retched and coughed.

”General!” She shook him sober and abruptly a load of vomit wailed into the air, splashing on her lovely face.

It was pure horror. She couldn't stand body liquids. They were revolting to her. The sticky liquid clung to her face. And it was disgusting. Mushy, smelly and sticky.

”General Feng!” she screamed awake. Yang Liu was heaving, unable to catch her breath. Thank the heavens that was just a dream.

She checked herself and her surroundings. Yang Liu was in her sleeping chambers, in her bed. Vomit was not on her but she was still wet. Her face narrowed down to observe her chest. Where did the water come from?

”A prince must not sleep until this late,” Dowager Empress Wang stood over her, holding an empty dish.

'So this witch is the cause of my discomfort. Someone stop me because I'm going to strangle her dead.'

Dowager Empress Wang had no permission to be in her quarters and throwing a dish of water on her was despicable.

”Out!” Yang Liu screamed while slamming her bed.

Her so called mother snickered and dropped the silver dish which tumbled on the floor making a clanging noise.

”And neither should a prince dream about other men,” she patted Yang Liu's bed and sat on the edge of it. The opposite of what she was being asked to do.

Yang Liu flushed that she had heard her say General Feng's name as she slept, though it had been in innocent context. She was well aware that the Dowager Empress was tempting her to bite on the bait of emotional outbursts by her words. She was probably displeased with her about something. Too bad, because she wasn't foolish to bite.

”How is His Highness copying with his headache?” Her eyes cast worry but there was no care in them. One minute she was mocking, then the next she cared. So much for being a mother of the nation.

Yang Liu held her head and felt nothing. Her head was good, she had no headache.

'What is this witch spitting now?'

”Hăo. His Highness does not have a headache because mohou(mother) took care of his needs for him.” She pointed at the herbs on a small table by her bed that were burning and scenting the room.

”I am not a man Dowager Empress Wang, and please leave my quarters. You are unbearable,” she snapped.

Dowager Empress Wang guffawed almost to herself. ”Neither could the palace bear you too last night.”

Yang Liu glared at the woman, not understanding. In front of everyone, Dowager Empress Wang was admirable and well respected, a woman of royalty. However, between the two of them she was just plain immature. If only she could expose her for the world to see.

”His Highness doesn't remember the bells?”