It was cold in the depths of winter, with heavy snow falling day and night. The ice on the lake outside was three fingers thick.
In the Yaotai Palace, precious charcoal burned in a golden cauldron. He Huaichen wore a light green gauze dress, showcasing his exquisitely slender figure. He reached out and gently tugged at his collar, revealing his fair, delicate skin beneath.
There was a sound of door curtains fluttering behind me.
He Huaichen was delighted and turned around. His cheeks were lightly powdered, his eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, and his forehead was lightly dotted with vermilion, showing his charming and attractive appearance.
But in the end, it was like a blind man lighting a lamp in vain. The person who came in was not the emperor he was expecting, but his personal attendant Luluo.
He Huaichen's brows furrowed in anger, and he asked unhappily, "Why is it you? Why hasn't His Majesty come yet?"
Luoluo whispered, "Your Majesty was originally going to come after the banquet. But Shu Rongze stopped His Majesty and said that the Fourth Princess missed her mother and seduced her away."
The coquettish expression on He Huaichen's face disappeared, and his expression became extremely angry. He raised his hand and slapped Luoluo, "It's been almost half an hour since the banquet ended. Why didn't you tell me earlier that His Majesty would not be coming?"
Luoluo covered her rapidly swollen cheek, wanting to cry but not daring to. Her voice was distorted with grievance, "Isn't this because I'm afraid the master will get angry if he finds out?"
He Huaichen sneered, "So, you two, one by one, concealed everything because you were afraid of being punished by me. You clearly knew everything, but you watched me happily waiting for His Majesty to arrive, but in the end my joy was in vain. You treated me like a fool and teased me. It's fun, isn't it?"
Luoluo wanted to defend herself, but she stammered and couldn't speak clearly.
He Huaichen didn't have the patience to wait for Luluo to sort out her thoughts. He stood up from his chair and ordered another servant standing beside him, "Bring me my whip."
The attendant quickly brought a reddish-brown horse whip. When Luluo saw the whip in He Huaichen's hand, her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
He Huaichen turned and walked towards the inner hall. Luoluo couldn't even stand steadily. He was dragged by two servants on both sides and followed He Huaichen all the way into the innermost room.
The door was locked from the outside.
The two servants pushed Luoluo to the ground.
He Huaichen raised the whip in his hand and whipped it towards Luoluo's face.
Separated by a thin layer of door panel.
The servants guarding outside heard the shrill screams coming from inside. But the screams only lasted for a moment before they abruptly stopped, leaving only the muffled sound of the whip hitting flesh.
I don’t know how long it took.
The sound of whips inside finally stopped.
He Huaichen's voice rang out from inside the house, "Come in and clean up all the dirt inside."
The servant closest to the door unlocked it. As soon as the door was opened a crack, a strong smell of blood rushed in, and the servant began to retch.
At this time, the door was completely open.
Green Radish was lying on its back in a pool of blood. Its once lovely face was completely disfigured by the whip. Its clothes had long been reduced to rags, soaked with red blood, looking wet, sticky and disgusting.
The expression on He Huaichen's face was originally extremely vicious, but when his left foot stepped over the threshold first, he instantly turned back into his noble and elegant appearance. There was not even a drop of blood on his skirt, and the light green skirt looked exceptionally pure and clean.
He Huaichen sat in front of the dressing table.
A handsome man was reflected in the bronze mirror. Lustrous, round pearls adorned his earlobes, and his long black hair, scattered across his shoulders, was tied up with a pale pink magnolia hairpin. His voice was unusually lazy and leisurely. "Please change my hairstyle to something more charming. I look too innocent and naive right now."
The attendants didn't dare to say anything more and began to comb his hair with swift hands and feet. He Huaichen closed his eyes, looking extremely happy.
The younger brother of the mighty General He Huiyuan, while outwardly dignified and elegant, was in reality a tyrannical and overbearing individual. He would beat or maim his attendants at the slightest displeasure. Before entering the palace, his sister repeatedly urged him to control his temper. He Huaichen was a relatively obedient individual, always behaving like a dignified and respectful young man from a noble family.
However, it's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. When he was doing well and enjoying the emperor's favor, he could restrain his temper. But if, like today, the favor that was within his grasp was snatched away by Pei Jiuyan, he could no longer suppress his anger and had to kill the innocent Luluo to vent his anger.
Soon, He Huaichen, dressed up in a new look, was ready to go out. Speaking of which, it was already completely dark, and the wind outside was biting cold, which was not suitable for going out for a walk, but the servants in the palace had already been silent, and no one dared to stop He Huaichen.
He Huaichen didn't know where he was going. He just felt that the bedroom was too stuffy. A voice in his heart told him that he had to go out for a walk.
He Huaichen walked aimlessly until he reached the edge of Qiongyu Lake. After being outside in the cold wind for so long, his anger gradually subsided. Just as he was about to return the way he'd come, something rushed out from behind and knocked him into the lake.
He Huaichen was so frightened that he screamed and fell towards the lake. Fortunately, the lake water had frozen over, so although he was thrown into a mess, he was not seriously injured.
The servants hurriedly pulled He Huaichen ashore from the ice. At this time, He Huaichen finally saw the culprit who knocked him off the ice. The person who caused him to fall in such a mess was none other than Ling Xihe, who had run out to play with his father Lu Jinshu on his back.
Ling Xihe knew that the man in front of her was a servant in her mother's palace, but she didn't know his exact identity. However, the only thing she was sure of was that she had gotten into a big trouble today.
Ling Xihe's face turned pale with fear, and she stuttered, "I'm...I'm sorry. You suddenly appeared from behind the rockery, and I didn't notice you at first, so I accidentally bumped into you. I didn't mean to."
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