Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: That was clearly a woman

Han Xin sat there, his shoulders slumped and his eyes hollow, while Han Zhan laughed, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. He honestly thought that his cousin was joking. It was only when Han Xin’s glare cut through the room that Han Zhan realised this was no joke. The person disguised as Princess Xiu all this time was really the Crown Prince of Zhen, Xiang Yu.

"How is that possible?" Han Zhan stammered disbelief etched across his face. "That was clearly a woman. Her frame, her voice... how could it have been a man?"

Han Xin’s silence was heavy, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and sorrow. Han Zhan pressed on, unable to comprehend. "But you two kissed. Didn’t you feel it?... Didn’t you touch her," he said cupping his hands on his chest to demonstrate what he meant. "I thought you two did the deed in the cave."

"Shut up," Han Xin snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Han Zhan fell silent, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

After a long pause, he asked, "So what is his plan? Why did he do all this?... Does he want to go to war? And how on earth did he even sneak an entire army into Yige without being noticed?" Question after question but Han Xin didn’t have an answer for it.

He rubbed his upper lip, lost in thought. "He said before that he wanted peace between the two countries. Hopefully, he didn’t lie about that too."

Han Zhan nodded, the tension in the room palpable. He left briefly and returned with a jar of wine. "I robbed this from your mother’s secret stash," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "Let’s drink. You deserve it."

He poured the wine and handed a cup to him. Han Xin stared at the wine, his heart aching. He couldn’t stop thinking about Yu Yu, how she drank like a fish with no care in the world. It made sense now that she could drink that much without passing out because she was actually a he. He rubbed his face in frustration, wiping away tears before his cousin could see.

Han Zhan noticed his reddened eyes and sighed. He had never seen his cousin like this. Even at his father’s funeral, the thirteen-year-old had maintained a stern expression throughout. He hadn’t broken down, but now he was visibly falling apart.

"Drink more," Han Zhan urged gently.

Han Xin took a deep breath and raised the cup to his lips, the wine burning his throat as he swallowed. The pain in his heart was far greater than any physical discomfort. As the night wore on, the two cousins sat in silence, the weight of their burdens shared but not lessened.

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In the early morning, Madam Han was jolted awake by a commotion outside her courtyard. The mansion was in chaos, with servants rushing about and her attendant banging frantically on her door. She quickly donned her robe and opened the door, her voice sharp with irritation. "What is with all this commotion?"

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