The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Hao Hengshan couldn't understand why it was so hard to make a soup? Why couldn't he make it taste like Wei Yun?

He sat in the middle of the study, his head aching as if he was being crushed by a huge rock. The broken pieces of the porcelain bowl reflected the light, making his face look as hideous as if it had been cut by a knife.

“Why can’t you make it out?”

He murmured in a hoarse voice, as if he was questioning someone else, or as if he was torturing himself.

The cooks knelt on the ground with their heads down, like a group of shivering pigeons. No one dared to make a sound. The floor was wet, and the soup that had just been spilled was still emitting a slight heat.

"Keep going!"

Hao Hengshan's voice was as cold and sharp as a knife, cutting off all the silence in the study.

"If you can't make the taste I want, none of you will survive."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, which made the kneeling cooks' scalps numb and their hearts beat like drums.

"Yes... yes... General..."

The cooks tumbled out, escaping from this collapsing hell like ants on fire.

The door of the study was suddenly opened and closed by the wind, making a dull sound, leaving Hao Hengshan alone sitting in the mess.

His fingers clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white and veins bulged.

Wei Yun's face seemed to be engraved in his eyelids these days. Whether he closed his eyes or opened them, he could always see her shadow.

"Wei Yun, why are you so cruel?"

"How can you leave me?"

The voice was so low that it sounded like a murmur, but it also sounded like questioning the deceased.

In the past few days, he hardly slept, and the lights in the study were on all night. Long-term fatigue made his eyes bloodshot.

Wei Yun's shadow, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, alternately rolled in his mind.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, but could only grab nothingness, like the many missed opportunities in life that could not be undone.

The wind outside the study blew the white flag, making a faint sound. Hao Hengshan glanced at the white flag out of the corner of his eye, and his heart ached again.

He can give orders and chop off enemies on horseback, but he just can't cook a bowl of Wei Yun's soup.

After a long time, a low sneer came out of his throat, which was full of mockery and helplessness.

"The taste and the regret are all gone..."

The sound gradually became inaudible and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Physical fatigue reached its peak, and with the influence of alcohol, Hao Hengshan slumped over the desk and fell asleep unknowingly.

His face was hidden in the flickering light, his brows were still furrowed, as if he was struggling, as if he was resisting. The dream came silently, bringing with it a hint of familiar warmth, but also mixed with irreparable regret.

In a daze, he felt that everything around him had changed. The mess in the study was gone, replaced by a scene of bright lights, the melodious sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras were in his ears, and noisy voices rose one after another.

Looking around, his heart suddenly trembled. This was the occasion where he first met Wei Yun - a grand banquet.

Hao Hengshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and as if on purpose, he stretched out his hand and pointed at one of the women at random.

"Your Majesty, I am attracted to her and I want to marry her."

At that moment, he clearly saw Wei Yun raising his head - those crystal clear eyes glanced at him timidly, but quickly dropped again the moment their eyes met, as helpless and weak as a deer.

"Wei Yun..." He called her name softly and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but found that her figure was like the wind, floating away gently, and the light and shadow around her began to rotate rapidly.

He eagerly chased after her, but couldn't get close.

Just as he paused and was about to go forward and call her loudly, he suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.

'Dang Dang Dang...'

"General..." A low voice came along with a knock on the door, trembling a little, and pulled Hao Hengshan out of his dream.

He suddenly opened his eyes and glanced around with blurry vision. He was still in the study. Broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor, and the soup had solidified into dark stains, just like the broken memories in a dream.

"Who?!" His voice was low and hoarse, filled with impatience and anger.

"General..." The servant outside the door knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as if it would shatter at any time.

"Empress Yan is here..."

"He said...he wanted to see you..."

"Get out!" Hao Hengshan slammed the table, anger instantly burning into his eyes. He clenched his fists, veins bulged, and the bloodshot in his eyes deepened.

"let her go!"

The doorman kowtowed heavily with a thud, his voice filled with tears: "Yes... yes..." Before he could finish his words, he felt a cold gaze piercing him from behind.

At some point, Concubine Yan had quietly stood behind the door servant.

Before the doorman could respond, he was pushed aside by Concubine Yan.

She stepped forward without hesitation, stretched out her hand and pushed open the wooden door of the study. The door slammed against the wall with a bang, and the depressing atmosphere in the whole room was dispelled by the sudden sound.

Hao Hengshan looked up and saw Concubine Yan standing at the door, her figure stretched incomparably by the candlelight.

Seeing such a scene, Concubine Yan's chest heaved violently, and the suppressed anger between her brows was like a flame suppressed in her chest that could erupt at any time.

"Hao Hengshan."

Her voice was low and cold, like a sharp dagger, cutting through the depressing atmosphere in the study.

Hao Hengshan was still half leaning on the table, his eyes as deep as a well, watching the flickering candlelight reflected on his handsome but slightly tired face.

He seemed not to have heard her words. He still kept his head down and reached out to fiddle with the only remaining glass of wine on the table, his movements nonchalant.

Concubine Yan stood at the door, took a deep breath, tried to calm her emotions, then slowly walked into the study. Her feet stepped on the broken porcelain pieces, making a crisp "crunching" sound, and every step seemed to be knocking on Hao Hengshan's eardrums.

The door was closed with a muffled sound, and the candlelight in the room flickered slightly, lengthening the shadows of the two people. The shadows were twisted and long, sticking to the wall, like two beasts trapped in a cage, ready to bite each other at any time.

Hao Hengshan then slowly raised his head and looked at her face with a complicated expression.

"Hao Moli."

These three short words were like a sharp blade cutting directly into Concubine Yan's heart. She was visibly stunned, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then she quickly concealed her emotions.

She hadn't heard this name for many years, and now when it came out of his mouth, it was more embarrassing to her than any harsh scolding. She raised her chin slightly, trying to hide her panic, but her eyes flickered involuntarily.

"Hao Hengshan." She tried to keep her voice calm.

"Mo Sheng is still fighting on the front lines, but you, as his uncle, are living a life of drunkenness and debauchery here. Isn't that inappropriate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hao Hengshan chuckled.

Then his eyes turned and stared at Concubine Yan.

"Does Wei Yun have to die?"