Chapter 84 Never Apart
After returning to his palace, Chu Huaiyu gently placed Lu Zhaoxue on the bed.
Seeing her frowning in discomfort, I felt a surge of resentment and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:
"I had no idea you could hold your liquor so well. Or is it that these days, whenever you see him, you can only numb yourself with alcohol?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Zhaoxue suddenly curled up and vomited a mouthful of filth onto his dragon robe.
"Lu Zhaoxue...you!"
Chu Huaiyu's pupils suddenly dilated, and his long eyebrows furrowed tightly.
His handsome face was filled with bitterness and resentment, but he ultimately held back.
He settled her in, then sent someone to fetch hot water. He then personally wrung out a hot towel and carefully cleaned the filth off her body.
Lu Zhaoxue flinched, trying to curl up under the covers, but Chu Huaiyu pulled her out.
"I personally serve you, aren't you satisfied?"
He complained, but his hands unconsciously softened their movements considerably.
"Ugh...it hurts..."
Lu Zhaoxue groaned again in discomfort, her breath carrying a faint smell of alcohol and feeling unusually hot.
She turned over, inadvertently revealing her fair and slender neck and forearms, her skin glowing with a luminous sheen in the candlelight.
Chu Huaiyu's gaze lingered on her without restraint.
Along the graceful curves of her body, a burning flame gradually ignited in her eyes.
He stared at her for a moment, then abruptly threw the hot towel in his hand aside.
He raised his hand and lowered the bed curtains...
In her dazed state, Lu Zhaoxue only felt someone getting close to her.
It's obvious without even thinking that it's Chu Huaiyu.
Besides him, who else could be so shameless?
His large hand slowly slid down and grasped her fair and slender hand.
A tender, low male voice sounded in her ear, filled with intense desire.
Lu Zhaoxue naturally ignored him.
Her head was spinning.
Chu Huaiyu greedily savored the moment, his eyes now tinged with crimson.
A hoarse voice whispered in her ear: "Zhaoxue, I'm really happy, really happy."
She ultimately belonged to him; from beginning to end, she belonged only to him.
Lu Zhaoxue can only belong to Chu Huaiyu.
She still harbors resentment and hatred towards him, but what can she do about it?
There are many days ahead, and he has plenty of time to gradually melt the ice in her heart.
He thought that as long as he treated her well enough, she would eventually let go of her hatred.
I will fall in love with him again.
They will surely be able to return to the close-knit days they once shared.
"Zhaoxue, let's have another child."
He whispered softly in her ear, his voice carrying a hint of humble pleading:
"I will definitely make the child you give birth to the crown prince, and then I will make you the empress."
Our family will never be separated again.
Lu Zhaoxue vaguely heard the words "child" and "crown prince," and the scene of Du Xianyue's miscarriage suddenly flashed through her chaotic mind.
She blurted out instinctively, "I...I didn't push Du Xianyue. She killed her own child..."
"I know."
Chu Huaiyu placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
He always knew that she was innocent.
Even without her, Du Xianyue's child wouldn't have survived for long.
Moreover, he never touched Du Xianyue from beginning to end.
How could they possibly have children?
As for whose child it was... he knew the answer.
Chu Huaiyu held the sweaty Lu Zhaoxue tightly in his arms.
Being able to hold her in his arms like this was enough for him; he asked for nothing more.
In her dazed state, Lu Zhaoxue's thoughts drifted back to a long time ago.
At that time, she had just been betrothed to Chu Siheng and was brought before him like a walking corpse.
At that time, she was heartbroken and only wanted to atone for her sins with her death in front of him.
But when Chu Siheng saw her, there was no blame in his eyes, only love and tenderness.
He asked softly, "Were you caught in the rain when you came?"
She looked up at him in disbelief, her lips moving as she murmured, "You don't blame me?"
She thought that his request to marry the Emperor was a way to torment her...
He simply smiled gently and said nonchalantly, "How could I blame you? I was afraid you would blame me for asking His Majesty to bestow you upon me."
He has always been so kind...
This gentle and refined young man was born into the ruthless and cruel imperial palace.
Otherwise, how wonderful his life would be.
He must be a person of integrity and transcendence.
"Siheng..."
"Si... Heng..."
The image of him with his face veiled in white reappeared in Lu Zhaoxue's mind once again.
Her heart ached so much she could hardly breathe; a deep-seated fear permeated her entire being.
Without him, she became a destitute and lost soul once more...
Chu Huaiyu clearly heard her calling Chu Siheng's name in her sleep, and her hand, hidden under the covers, clenched tightly.
His face, once filled with lust, was instantly replaced by overwhelming rage.
He suddenly hugged her tightly.
She was actually thinking about Chu Siheng again!
Every night, she would call his name in her dreams.
At times like this, Chu Huaiyu wished he could rush into her dreams and tear Chu Siheng to pieces!
May she never be able to dream of that man again!
Lu Zhaoxue seemed to sense a dangerous aura coming from her side.
Her body began to tremble slightly.
Even dreams are starting to take a terrifying turn...
She dreamt that Chu Siheng and Qianyun were getting married...
I dreamt that they were deeply in love and devoted to each other after their marriage...
She was so jealous she was going crazy. She wanted to rush over and separate them, but her body felt like it was bound by invisible ropes.
She was so confined that she didn't even have the strength to run over.
I could only watch them being affectionate and loving...
She murmured in pain, tossing and turning in Chu Huaiyu's arms, unable to fall asleep peacefully.
Chu Huaiyu's face was grim, his eyes fixed on her in the darkness.
That deep gaze seemed to be looking at a bitter enemy, or at a lover with whom one has a deep and abiding love, or at a lover with whom one has a distant and wistful longing.
After a long pause, he sighed softly, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on his face.
That's enough. As long as she's still by his side, that's enough.
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