Chapter 398: Drowning His Sorrows Away With Wine

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Cough...” Han Moze turned to his side and spat a mouthful of blood. His face was pale-white as paper from being seriously hurt.

The blond man turned around to leave with no emotions on his face.

After the blond man left, Han Moze actually fainted.

“Little brother!”

“Big brother!”

Lian Jiuhua and Le Zhengyu immediately went over to check up on him.

Lian Jiuhua jumped off the horse and ran to Han Moze’s side. He reached his hand out to check the breath under his nose. Han Moze was still breathing. When he realized Han Moze wasn’t dead, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

Then, he immediately carried Han Moze onto the horse.

“Big brother, you’re heavily injured aren’t you?” asked Le Zhengyu.

Lian Jiuhua tightly furrowed his brows and replied with all seriousness. “Mhm. I reckon he won’t be better for another ten to fifteen days.”

Thereafter, the two of them didn’t speak another word, as they headed back to the city manor.

The next morning, Han Moze sluggishly woke. He couldn’t help but cough violently a few times at the thought of losing to the blond man last night.

Shortly, Lian Jiuhua rushed into the room and walked up to his bedside. “Little brother, how do you feel? Are you a little better?” He asked worriedly.

Han Moze smiled lifelessly and reached his hand out to rub his sleepy forehead. “Brother Jiuhua, I’m fine,” he whispered.

“As long as you’re fine. You mustn’t take things too hard!” Lian Jiuhua tightly furrowed his brows. He felt uncomfortable looking at Han Moze’s pale face.

Han Moze took a deep breath, then flatly said, “Brother Jiuhua, you should leave.”

“Alright, you better get some rest.” With that said, Lian Jiuhua turned around and left.

Han Moze squinted, then fainted again in bed. How did the blond man use just one move last night to injure him so severely?

Shuang’er, what should I do?

Don’t tell me that I’ll have to watch you leave me?

Also, would you forget about me in the future?

Han Moze had a million thoughts on his mind. Without knowing it, he was unconscious till he woke up at midnight. When he woke up, there was a single tear that fell from the corner of his eye.

He had a nightmare.

Han Moze’s strong body sat up and coughed a few times. Then, he got out of bed and poured a cup of tea.

He walked out of the room and flew onto the rooftop.

He looked at the bright moon and no longer felt sleepy.

After three days, Han Moze sat at a desk, drinking wine until he was a drunkard.

A spy stepped into the room. “Your Majesty, according to my findings, the general of Nanli have already started to retreat!” He reported.

Han Moze waved his hand to dismiss him. His eyes quivered. It looks like someone has dealt with the cat demons in Nanli!

That blond man must have handled them!

Han Moze tightly furrowed his brows, deep in thought for a moment. Then, he pulled a bitter smile.

Without Shuang’er, what was there for him to live for?

Han Moze looked up and drank a cup of strong wine.

Han Moze’s condition worsened because he caught a cold and the constant drinking of strong wines.

“Cough cough cough...” Recently, Han Moze has been coughing non-stop.

Lian Jiuhua snatched the wine cup in Han Moze’s hand. “Little brother, quit drinking alright? Even if you finish drinking all the wine, things won’t change!”

A bitter smile formed in the corner of Han Moze’s mouth, then picked up the wine jug and continued drinking.

Lian Jiuhua wanted to take it away but Han Moze coldly said, “Leave me be!”

Lian Jiuhua sighed helplessly and tried to persuade him again. “Little brother, you...”

Han Moze looked up and took a sip of wine. “Get out!” He said flatly.

Lian Jiuhua glanced at Han Moze several times and helplessly shook his head. He sighed a few times, then turned around and left.

No matter how he advised him, it was useless. Whoever started trouble, should end it.

Han Moze threw his head back and gulped a mouthful of wine. The wine dripped down his chin and soaked his black, formal clothes.

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