Semua Bab Lotus Flower: Bab 61 - Bab 70

"Your tea, Your Highness." "General." Qin Su gestured for them, distracting them from their stupor. The two nodded at her and reached for the tea to take a sip. The tea tasted so good. It made them feel as if they were on cloud nine. Behind the screen, Feng Shao was just finishing his first song when he heard Qin Su exit. He heard the Prince and the General converse quietly, complimenting him on his skills. There was a time when he almost ruined his tune upon hearing the deep voice from inside. How many years have gone by now? More than five years. He hadn't seen him for this long, and now, when they were this close, the hate he was containing in his heart surged up as if it wanted to spill onto the other like acid, corroding him into nothing. He still needed to wait. He remembered that right now he wasn't Feng Shao, but just Zhang Si, who worked in the tea house. But not for long. "Xian. Ah, I forgot to ask on the way. What happened with you and Imperial Brother recently? You

Once the Prince had left the room, Feng Shao felt that the air had become a little warmer. Lui Xian, on the other hand, thought about what they could do tomorrow morning. "Tomorrow, I will come with someone to get your measurements. Where should I find you?" he asked, watching the veiled person in front of him fidget at his gaze. Lui Xian's eyes couldn't leave Feng Shao's pale hands. He felt that they looked familiar. Although they were now whiter and thinner, he couldn't have been mistaken. "Hmm... we will meet here." Feng Shao whispered, now staring at his hands as well. He couldn't let him near his house. He just couldn't. Knowing how familiar he was with his things, his medical tools, and so on. It was safer to lead him to the teahouse. Lui Xian didn't try to dig deeper. He only nodded and reached for the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea. He took a sip quietly, reminiscing on the taste he had last time. The room was filled with silence. They stayed like that for a little whil

Several days passed. Lui Xian spent almost all his time at the tea house. Feng Shao improved more in his performance. Only a day was left for him to enter the palace. His outfit had been made, and a makeup artist had been hired, but he knew he wouldn't let her see his face. On this day, Lui Xian arrived very late. He wore a black robe and tied his hair in a ponytail, leaving some strands falling on the sides of his face. His sword was at his waist, its hilt clutched in his hand. This was the first time Feng Shao had seen Lui Xian dressed like this. When he looked at his black boots, which were dusty and dirtied with dry grass, it made him think otherwise. Feng Shao knew that Lui Xian wasn’t a saint. He knew he could kill without blinking an eye. Although he had never witnessed him do such a thing, he just knew. As always, Lui Xian greeted him and sat in his usual spot, ignoring the glances the other was giving him. "How was your practice? You know you will be entering the palace to

Feng Shao looked at everyone through his veil. He felt nervous but also excited. He was thrilled to meet him again. They had met once, but it felt like he had been his enemy all his life. He was the only person who made him thirst for blood on the entire earth. Only him, no one else. Feng Shao thought he hated Lui Xian. But his hate was nothing close to what he felt for the man he was painstakingly playing this song for. He had taken everything from him—his family, not only his blood relatives but also those he had made later on in life. He had snatched his home, taken away his friends, stolen his happiness, and the only person he had ever loved. But now he would rather die than admit it in front of him. At that moment, what he saw was the colour red and a blurry figure that urged him to attack. He tried his best not to go insane, fighting with himself to keep his emotions in check. He held his zither on his lap and started playing. Everyone could hear the agony and anguish that was

Wu Luan didn’t understand anything. He had done too many things to count. He was like any other ruler, always living with a pile of garbage. After all, he had taken after his father, who fed on his people's distress. He burned down many villages to gain power. He took away all their beautiful daughters as his own. Sometimes, he sent their sons into slavery. He destroyed unfaithful servants—any of the courtiers who disagreed with his decisions. Wu Luan even remembered one event from his childhood that made his father destroy an entire family. He had been given the honor of lighting their houses on fire. The family name was Feng. The Grand Minister Feng had defied the Emperor during court proceedings, so the Emperor wanted to set an example for the other ministers. He deemed the whole family traitors who had committed unjustifiable treason and wanted to burn them alive. However, when he thought of the consequences if one of them managed to escape, he hired an assassin to kill them befor