Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chapter 92: A Dejected Prince with a Cold Outside and Tender Inside (48)
Translator: asassin
He was brought up by Emperor Huizong.

In the beginning, he liked Noble Consort He a lot since he knew she was his aunt.

However, that woman had no love for him, only hate.

Every time she saw him, she would act out affectionate while cursing him to her trusted subordinates whenever she turned her back on him.

But his ears had let him know much that he shouldn’t have known.

So he didn’t go to Noble Consort He’s palace that.

The woman tried to draw him over to her side and accused him of ungratefulness realizing it didn’t work.

Zhao Yin collects his thoughts.

He doesn’t want to revenge or anything. But how Consort He has ended up to is a great punishment to this woman who has been seeking power and position all her life.

He says indifferently: “Father has made the decision. I am no help to you. Please, go back to your palace.”

Consort He doesn’t want to give up yet. She looks at Ah Zhao: “Your Highness. You are a most kind person.”

“I’m not kind at all.” Ah Zhao says with indifference.

Consort He: “…” She has dealt with people who were courteous but without sincerity but she has never seen someone like Ah Zhao.

Ah Zhao looks at her seriously: “Do you know what I was thinking about eating buns and noodles without any taste in the Palace of Happiness?”

She doesn’t wait for Consort He’s answer before she speaks: “I was thinking that Noble Consort He was the person I hated most.”

Consort He: “…”

She stares at Ah Zhao dumbfounded and didn’t understand where her hate comes from.

Ah Zhao waves her hand: “So don’t look at me. I won’t show any kindness to you.”

Consort He gets out of the chamber at a loss.

Zhao Yin has been holding it back for quite some time and he can’t help laughing quietly while putting his face on Ah Zhao’s shoulder.

“How could you be so cute, Ah Zhao?”

Ah Zhao, however, suddenly turns silent.

Zhao Yin observes that something is wrong and asks: “What is it?”

Ah Zhao looks at the entrance to the palace and says abruptly: “Zhao Yin, you see, your father has your mother, Consort He and many other consorts. All these past generations of emperors had such large imperial harems. Will you be the same?”

Zhao Yin stops for a moment.

He imagines that there are many strange women between Ah Zhao and him.

Before he has the time to answer, Ah Zhao says: “I’ll tell you what. I won’t put up with that. If you dare to get that many consorts, I’ll leave and go somewhere far away from you, and you’ll never find me again.”

Zhao Yin suddenly holds her in his arms with all his strength: “Don’t upset me with this nonsense.”

Ah Zhao pats on his hands with all seriousness: “Not nonsense. I mean it.”

If such a day really comes, she won’t be able to take it.

Thinking about that possibility makes Zhao Yin’s heart ache.

He tilts his head to kiss Ah Zhao while he says: “No, that won’t happen. I’ll be by your side and we’ll live happily together. How about that?”

Ah Zhao kisses him back and softly replies a “yes”.

Zheng-er has an account in her hands. She is about to enter the chamber and let Ah Zhao check it when she suddenly stops.

She looks outside for the time of day and shakes her head. She resigns herself to fate and waits outside.

After a while, she can’t help but worry about her princess: it is understandable that the princess wants to have some fun since she is still young but what if her body can’t take it?

At dinner, there is soup for both Zhao Yin and Ah Zhao.

A soup with deer’s blood and a soup with Chinese angelica.