Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“How did An Yina die?!”

Wuma Jun sneaked into the palace and asked the imperial maid whom he trusted to call for Huijun.

Huijun had just arrived, but he reprimanded and questioned her right to her face.

“Haha. How she died is none of my business. If you’re curious, you should ask someone else. Why are you asking a concubine like me who resides deep in the palace?”

Dressed in an intricate imperial costume, Huijun was as beautiful as a painting. Even the fairies in heaven could not compare to her. She was like a delicate flower. The more she bloomed, the more stunning she was. She could attract the souls of others just by standing there. It was a pity that Wuma Jun did not have the mood to admire such beauty because of his rage.

Wuma Jun initially reproached Huijun to listen to the reasons and to pump information from her, but she actually responded that way.

In an instant, Wuma Jun was so furious that his face was flushed and he glared angrily at her. In a fury, he badly wanted to throttle Huijun.

“I get it. You must’ve done everything possible to kill her, right? You’re such an ignorant woman. Do you know how important An Yina is? I can only obtain the power in her hands and overthrow the old emperor if she’s alive, but you…”

Huijun sneered and replied, “Although it’s daytime now, it’s still better to daydream less. Without evidence, how can you presume that I’ve killed An Yina? She’s the wife of the second prince. I’m your father’s most beloved concubine. According to the relationship, I’m considered to be older than An Yina. There’s no conflict between us, so why would I kill her for no reason? Do you think it’s because of you?”

Wuma Jun asked rhetorically, “Did you not kill her with a wicked scheme because you’re jealous of our affair?”

Although Wuma Jun was forced to stay in bed for six months because he was completely detested and had been kicked in the chest by the emperor, Wuma Jun did not feel that he did not have the chance to ascend the throne because he, An Yina and Prince Changshou had been working together.

If it had been carefully arranged, he might already be sitting on the throne now!

Who knew that mishaps would happen one after another?

First, Liu Huan gave birth to a pair of freaky babies in the palace. He was put under house arrest by the emperor and Liu Huan ‘died due to intermenstrual bleeding during an obstructed labor’. Liu Huan’s death made him lose the support of his influential in-laws. Then An Yina’s sudden death destroyed his connections with the North borderline.

Without the support of these two parties, how would he now strike a deal with the old fox, Prince Changshou? The throne which was originally within reach had gotten farther and farther away from him. How could Wuma Jun accept it? After thinking about it, he felt that Huijun must have something to do with An Yina’s death.

An Yina had gone to the palace to visit the empress before she died. Then she went to Huijun’s palace to speak with her. She died all of a sudden that night after returning to her residence. This was the only information that he could find. Judging from such information alone, Wuma Jun’s intuition told him that Huijun had something to do with An Yina’s death. Therefore, he only then took the risk to leave his residence and sneak into the palace just to seek the truth.

Upon hearing Wuma Jun’s narcissistic words, Huijun almost burst into laughter.

Would she feel jealous because of Wuma Jun and kill An Yina? What kind of crazy plot was playing in his mind?

“Whatever you think, I had nothing to do with An Yina’s death. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine then.” Huijun looked tired. She flourished her sleeves and got ready to leave. Wuma Jun was not willing to let her go. At last, he flew into a rage and slapped her.

There were five clear finger marks on her delicate and fair skin. One of her cheeks was obviously swollen. Hearing the loud sound and feeling the numbness on his right palm, Wuma Jun finally calmed down.

He had slapped Huijun so hard that her face had turned to the side.

Feeling the rusty taste spreading in her mouth, she licked the blood on the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

She did not cry. Instead she said miserably with a coquettish smile, “You’re a useless man. You say that you love me the most. You accuse me groundlessly because of a dead person just to appease the panic in your heart… Wuma Jun, you really have balls!”

As she finished speaking, she flourished her sleeves angrily and left.

Wuma Jun was also so shocked by his own action that he stood there in a daze. The despair and sorrow in her eyes before her departure drifted through his mind.

He wanted to catch up to her and apologize, but Huijun was already gone.

“Oops. I’ve hurt her this time… Could it be that she really did not kill An Yina?” Wuma Jun muttered to himself with a look of regret on his face.

However, Huijun who had ‘left brokenhearted’ looked aloof and patted some blush on her face with her handkerchief. She realized that she had become extraordinarily healthy after entering the palace. Her skin was so delicate that marks were easily left, but they also healed quickly.

Wuma Jun’s slap just now had indeed left her in bewilderment. Her cheek was so swollen that she looked very miserable.

However, Huijun knew very well that such injury would heal in a quarter of an hour at most. It would heal even faster if medicine was used.

“Tsk… If An Yina didn’t die, I’ll be the one who will be dead…” Huijun muttered to her reflection in the copper mirror after asking the imperial maid to leave. A firm, sinister look flashed across her eyes.

Why did An Yina die? It was simply because she had discovered some information which she was not supposed to find out. Such information would make Huijun die a graveless death. Huijun was born in the slums in Shangjing. She was just a lowly prostitute that everyone could bully. By rights, it should be perfectly safe for the Liu family to conceal her identity. However, An Yina seemed to know about her past.

Thinking of which, Huijun looked grave and her thoughts had gone back to the day. Thinking of it now, she was still resentful!

With the excuse of congratulating the empress on her birthday in advance, An Yina entered the palace and chatted with the empress. Then she went to Huijun’s palace. The first sentence she said made Huijun feel extremely frightened. Fortunately, she could hold herself back and did not reveal any unusual emotions.

An Yina said, “I know that you were just a lowly prostitute in Shangjing.”

Huijun’s heart trembled, but she responded in a ridiculous manner, “What do you mean? I’m clean. Since when was I a prostitute?”

In fact, An Yina did not have any solid evidence. She knew about some secrets, but she was not sure about them. Therefore, she took the opportunity to trick Huijun. However, Huijun’s reaction was so normal that it made An Yina feel uncertain.

She said, “Don’t you know? You look identical to Wang Guifei many years ago. The emperor dotes on you so much just because of your face. Wang Guifei was exceedingly gorgeous. It’s a pity that the heavens envy the beauties and she died of illness at a young age. The emperor was so grieved that he gave out an order to gather beauties who looked similar to Wang Guifei in order to cherish the memory of her. Officials everywhere dedicated the beauties to him. Among them, a woman looked extremely similar to her… However, the woman was already married and three months pregnant …”

Speaking of that, An Yina smiled expressively. The look on Huijun’s face had already changed a little.

She asked, “Why are you talking about this?”