The Double-Chapter 757 - 225 Immorality_4

Yet Yin Zhan actually burst into her palace.

He risked being discovered and losing his head, disregarding everything. Just like the first time they met, when he bravely protected a stranger he encountered by chance, even willing to be injured, he stormed into her bedchamber, into her drought-stricken heart.

Yin Zhan knew all her dissatisfaction, her pain, her anger. With a dominant and turbulent gesture, he soothed her years of wounds and emptiness. Once emotions erupted, they were uncontrollable, like a dying spark suddenly fed with kindling, burning fiercely and overwhelmingly into an almighty blaze.

Neither of them could stop the fire from growing larger, even though they knew the end would be beyond redemption, like walking a tightrope, sinking into danger, yet neither wished to call a halt. It was as if dying this way would be worthwhile.

Yin Zhan told her that the wife he had married was only due to his parents’ arrangement and was without love. In his heart, through lifetimes, he would only ever love one woman—Lin Roujia.

Lin Roujia was a woman who had pretensed modesty and virtue for so many years, all for a man she didn’t love. At this moment, before Yin Zhan, she suddenly tasted what it was like to be loved. She went mad because of it, threw caution to the wind; she had even borne a son for Yin Zhan.

This son, Yin Zhan gave him a status of the Yin Household, and even the wife of Yin Zhan who died was a victim of this secret.

She had betrayed her own husband; he had betrayed his own closest brother. In this immorality, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, yet pleasure is not eternal.

Eventually, the Emperor caught wind of something, yet their secret was too well hidden to find evidence. The Emperor thus issued a transfer order for Yin Zhan to go to Yunzhong.

Yin Zhan left with nonchalance; he even married another to continue the family line before departing, and soon, that continuator was with child. He left in such a hurry, not leaving a single word for Lin Roujia, which made her resent him for many years. She thought she had been abandoned again, yet still could not let go.

Not until the Crown Prince ascended the throne, becoming Emperor Hongxiao, and she became the Empress Dowager, hiding in Cining Palace every day to copy Buddhist scriptures. She copied for many years, keeping her composure unchanged by joy or anger, but when this man, who had been entangled with her for half her life, dared to intrude into her bedroom like this, she sorrowfully found that her heart still fluctuated for him. Those scriptures were useless; he easily stirred up her mad emotions, incurable.

"You’ve confused me, Yin Zhan," she said softly. Her tone lost its pretense and softened, like Lin Roujia from many years ago. She said, "If there’s something I want to do, I will do it myself. Your intrusion like this, I don’t understand."

"When I left back then, it was too hasty. The imperial brother had spies all over the palace; if I had come to bid you farewell, it would have surely been discovered. I did not want to implicate you, Roujia," he said tenderly, "You have suffered much over these years."

Lin Roujia nearly shed tears, turning her head away and saying, "Yin Zhan, I’m not suffering, I’m just tired."

The palace fell silent for a while; then he said, "I thought perhaps you would hold a grudge against me for not saying goodbye last time, so now before I leave, I must bid you farewell."

"A farewell?" The Empress Dowager turned her head, her voice fluctuating slightly, "Where are you going?"

"There is something I must do, Roujia," Yin Zhan stood up and walked over to her. The Empress Dowager stepped back subtly but he caught her shoulder. He looked down at her, making her seem particularly frail. Continuing, he said, "There are many things from back then that weren’t settled cleanly. If I don’t handle these troubles, both you and Zhili will suffer. I am your man, Zhili’s father; it should be me who deals with these things."

From his words, the Empress Dowager sensed something alarming, her heart unwittingly tightened. She could no longer feign composure and asked, "What exactly are you planning to do?"

"Look," he watched her reaction, seemingly pleased, "You do care about me after all."

"The Duke Su, the son of Brother Jih, you’ve seen him," Yin Zhan said, "He’s coming for me."

Her body shook violently at once; more than twenty years had passed, and yet, upon hearing that name, she still felt a chill of fear.

"Jih Heng that person..." she said, "I don’t understand; all these years, I wanted to kill him, but," she shook her head, "I couldn’t do it."

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