Henan Zhong: Three Wooers, The Bride Is Not Ready Yet

The weather was gloomy.

With the gray clouds covering the sky, the downpour began early morning.

The wind was blowing and it made it little chilly.

But overall, it can be said a pleasant weather.

Next day Henan got permission from her father to visit the palace.

Wan Hu was laying on his grand bed, his temperature got better.

He was sure that after resting the whole day, he would get completely better.

The maids brought healthy breakfast.

After the breakfast, Queen visited him once.

She let him rest properly and went back after small chat.

HuaMei went in the royal kitchen.

She wanted to know the routine there.

The maids didn't stop her because she was living in the palace with freedom and queen trusted her so the maids cannot object her presence in the kitchen.

A healthy bowl of soup was ready at noon, the maid who prepared it placed on the tray.

HuaMei hurriedly unlocked the small container designed on her bracelet and poured the power in the soup and stirred.

The maid who was responsible to bring it to the royal room came and picked the tray and left.

The personal servant checked the soup to make sure that it was not harmful for the king, it was routine.

After making sure, he presented the soup bowl to the king.

Wan Hu sipped the hot soup slowly, it was quite healthy and whoever made it, made it with care.

After taking a casual stroll in the hall, he went back to rest.

He forgot to order his personal servant to not disturb him.

The queen received the letter informing that Henan was coming to see Wan Hu Shang, HuaMei was standing on some distance.

She heard Queen speaking to her personal maid to order something special for evening, she would also show her red veil that she knitted for her to know whether she liked it or not.

Then she will send the veil with betrothal gifts.

HuaMei ran toward the fourth part of the palace, she looked around and spotted the trader, "Make sure to meet Henan before she meets king, and yes, flare up some flames too that king is deceiving her at her back," she spoke and went in hurry.

He got what was running in her head.

The Martial guards and one shadow guard sent by king Yong entered in the capital with the ordinary identities.

The spy who was leading them stopped and took a different path leaving them behind.

They also took their paths and reached separately close to the palace.

They entered in the palace when the slaves and small servants entered to do small chores.

Wan Hu fell asleep, close to late noon, he was feeling strong headache.

After sometime, HuaMei came from behind and entered from the window in his room.

Henan came in the palace and thought to enter in the first Hall to meet the queen.

Then she would ask about the health of Wan Hu.

But he stopped in front of her.

Henan looked around and sternly spoke, "May I know why prince YiYong is still here, you should have left the palace," 

"I was thinking to leave but then I saw something which hurt me much and I stopped to meet miss Henan and try to wake her up from her ignorance," he spoke with confidence and sorry for her as if the thing he wanted to share was much painful.

"I don't the girl whom I loved being deceived by someone," he kept his words at high sequence.

"What are you implying at?" Henan spoke without emotions.

"I am not implying, I want you to face the truth, but keep in mind that I will always be there waiting for you that's because I care you more than anything else," he intently looked in her eyes.

"Wan Hu doesn't deserve you," 

"I am living in the palace and I saw his true colors," 

"He can jump on any female, no matter if it is maid, he doesn't even meet the standards of a prince much less a king.

"I am sure, he will order a harem soon," he kept looking in her blank eyes.

"You are only trying to implicate his clean character by using false accusations, from now on, I don't want to see you again ever and if you tried to stop me, I will each and every guard about your identity," she was showering flames, his words were like needles, prickling directly in her heart.

"You only saw my patience, keep in mind," she warned him and turned to leave.

He grabbed her wrist and spoke in serious tone, "Let me show you then whether I am spouting nonsense or if there is any truth in my accusations," he lead her toward the corridors of first part.

HuaMei entered in the room and closed the window to not be captured by the guards who make a round every after half an hour.

She knew Wan Hu was in deep sleep and he might not be able to wake up in next half an hour, the amount of powder she used was small quantity, and it was to guarantee to not get suspicious.

He would wake up after an hour, and this was the exact time which she told YiYong to bring Henan toward the room, she was critically working on this crucial timing.

She took off her upper cover and threw on the ground, she then walked toward the bed and slowly untied his waistband.

She slowly tear off his upper clothes exposing his naked chest.

She took off her last cover and hugged on his chest softly to make sure he don't wake up before the fixed time.

The shadow guard met Yang when he was heading toward his room, he spoke few words which was only meant to palace of king Yong.

"We are here to bring back crown prince, the king sent us to rescue him as soon as possible," he bowed as if he met with this man first ever to make an impression on the guards those were standing on the watchtowers.

"Wait, let me inform prince," he went inside the lodge but YiYong was not here.

YiYong was leading Henan toward the royal room, He still kept her wrist in his grip, he knew when he would let it loose.

He knocked on the door, since WanHu didn't locked it and ordered his guards to not disturb, YiYong pushed the thick wooden door wide open.

He brought her along inside.

His eyes searched but Henan already knew where was bed, her eyes fell on the sight in front of her, YiYong saw and let loose her wrist.

Almost without any expressive clothing, a girl was laying her head on his naked chest and seductively smiling.