Chapter Fifty-two
West Capital

“I need to go out in a while, and can only return in the evening, rest early, no need to wait for me.”

“Oh.” Xiao Zuo nodded his head, then heard He Xuan quietly laugh lightly, trembling his heart with a faint itch, “I will try to be back earlier, save you from watching over an empty room.”

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Chapter Fifty-one,
Lotus Seed

Bao Pu opened the door, said something to the person outside, then that person lightly laughed and came inside.

Xiao Zuo was a bit curious, so he stood beside Fu Zhan Chuan, and secretly peeked at the incoming person. That person was big and tall, had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, dressed sturdy, and looked to be a member of a military aristocratic background with one look. Xiao Zuo inconspicuously moved his gaze to his face, the person was handsome, the light wheat-coloured skin bathed by the strong sun in the borders rolled with a few beads of sweat, adding some bits of wildness to him.

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Chapter Fifty,
A Bitter Summer^[1]

Liu Fang Rui sighed, she deeply knew this big brother of hers was typically of an one-tracked mind, and no longer forced him. She let go and sat back onto her seat, and nodded her head, “It’s Yang’er.”

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Chapter Forty-nine,
Tong Province

As expected, He Heng had Sun De Lu prepare the carriage to go to Jin Yang Palace, he did not even finish drinking his favourite soup and hurriedly left already. Empress Liu’s face turned into a series of bluish whites, probably feeling that she lost her face in front of He Xuan. Once He Heng left, she also excused herself saying her body was feeling unwell, and went back to the Han Yuan Palace with He Yang.

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Chapter Forty-eight,
Morning Dew

Xiao Zuo nervously and anxiously stared at He Xuan, and constantly shook his head at him, wanting He Xuan to help him once, and pull Qing Shuang out from the swamp. He hopefully met gazes with He Xuan, then personally saw He Xuan indifferently look away, change into a more comfortable pose and lean on the couch, and indifferently extend his hand to rub his temples, as though that gaze just now was out of his extra generosity.

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