Tyrannical Wang's Beloved Wife

Chapter 1: The Person Hong Yuan, Jing Wan Enters the Capital

In the wide study, the various exquisite and rare decorations displayed in a picturesque disorder. On the Qin[1] table displayed a seemingly simple but in actuality a luxurious famous Qin. To the side, a sweet fragrance emitted from inside an incense burner. The scent light and faint, not at all strong, yet makes one feel it's partially good to smell. To one side, there even laid a guifei couch, and on top it scattered two books. One of the books was opened up and resting upside down on the couch. On the cover neatly displayed the words 'Record of All Flowers'.

Looking again to that Many Treasure Shelf, under a meticulous eye, really makes one take in a breath of cold air. Every single one of those items can be called a peerless work. What was more rare was that each and every one was delicate and unrivaled. Any random one was at least worth thousands of gold.

Behind the Many Treasure Shelf, the most attractive thing wasn't the various single copy edition rare books displayed on the bookshelf, nor the famous calligraphy and paintings handing on the wall, but the man sitting upright before the spacious red sandalwood table, attentively writing something--the sixth imperial son, Jin Qinwang[2], Li Hong Yuan.

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Many Treasure Shelf
The black colored brocade was laced with dark embroidery, yet the collar and cuffs were a bold and arrogant blood red. That dark purple pattern especially, always made one feel an indescribable strangeness, unwilling to take another glance. However, that unusually handsome face was like the most perfect masterpiece painstakingly carved by the best master. The distinct and cold eyebrow didn't diminish his features in the least. Just that pair of divinely crafted eyes, because of the pitch black color, appear to manifest his gloominess and difficult to approach.

A light knock suddenly sounded from the door.

"Enter." Hearing that numbing voice, yet because of the emotionless coldness within, one didn't dare to raise even a tiny ripple.

A man dressed in black soundlessly and breathlessly entered. Kneeling down on one knee, he respectfully spoke, "Master, Miss Luo has arrived in the capital."

Neither quickly nor slowly, the writing hand paused. In the time between ten some breaths, seemingly like as if he was frozen, there wasn't the slightest response. And that brush that was dipped in ink just now, following the pause, dripped a drop of ink that landed on top the paper. Coming back to his senses, the originally almost completed writing was thus made useless.

Li Hong Yuan placed down the brush in hand and slowly lifted his hand. Grasping at where his heart was located, his heartbeat was like a drum. This always steady pulsating heart, in these many years, facing any person, any situation, would never speed up nor slow down. Only whenever hearing her news, it would uncontrollably accelerate, no longer able to be controlled. He didn't want to control it, nor was willing to control it either. Amidst the rapid beating, it even carried a stream of sharp pain. Unable to restrain it, he lowered his head. From his mouth came a seemingly painful yet joyful low grunt.

This kind of feeling actually wasn't all that pleasant, however he nevertheless particularly enjoyed it.

The man that was kneeling buried his head lower. He held his breath, practically not daring to breathe. It hasn't been just a day or two since he started following by his master's side. At this very moment, he definitely can't make any sounds, or else......just thinking about that aftermath, really made all the blood in the body instantly turn ice cold. It's just, that voice of master's.......he really wanted to just die.

"Where at?" Seems to have returned to normal?

"There's approximately another hour before reaching the Luo Manor."

"Prepare the carriage."

"Yes." He respectfully replied, then stood up and withdrew from the room. Upon reaching outside the door, he finally was unable to maintain his calmness and displayed a somewhat sorry state.