The world started by Daqin Mingyue

Chapter 112 Don't Blame Me

With the fall of South Korea, not only Han Wangan lost his throne, but also the South Korean crown prince also lost everything.

If Han Wangan's situation is not too bad, then the life of the South Korean crown prince, who is now the eldest son of the Han family, has indeed been truly plunged into the abyss. .

After all, there is a saying of treating a subjugated king kindly, but I have never heard of a saying of treating a subjugated prince kindly.

With the fall of South Korea, the current eldest son of the Han family lost everything he once owned, wealth, beauty and power all left him.

And he has neither the ambition of the fourth son Han Yu nor the intelligence of the ninth son Han Fei. The only reason why he can be established as the prince by Han Wangan is because he is the eldest son of Han Wangan. Waste, and such a waste is completely harmless to Han Wangan.

In the past, because of his waste, he made him the prince of South Korea, but now because of his waste, the Han family fell into another embarrassing situation.

As a strange character who successfully inherited all the shortcomings of Han Wangan and successfully avoided all the advantages of Han Wangan, his lust is his nature.

But with the fall of South Korea, the glory of him has also gone, and the so-called beauty will naturally no longer belong to him.

It would be fine if he hadn't experienced that kind of prosperity, but he has experienced it after all, he has gained it before, and it will be more painful when he loses it. This is the mentality of this eldest son.

As time passed, the lustful young man set his sights on his father's woman.

If it was before, he would not dare to do this, but now what does he care about?

As for Hu Meiren, the beauty who once dominated the palace of King Han, with the fall of King Han who could protect her, she became the most alluring existence in the eyes of the eldest son.

Because of the temptation and the loss of deterrence, the eldest son's behavior became more and more unscrupulous, and he repeatedly sent some ambiguous gifts to Hu Meiren. The face of father and son can only be endured.

This is also the reason why Mrs. Mingzhu saw Hu Meiren's haggardness when she brought Honglian here.

But her forbearance did not get the result he wanted, but made the eldest son more and more unscrupulous, until he knew that Han Wangan had already been reduced to a useless person with the destruction of South Korea, he finally put aside the last remaining one. a trace of concern.

Until last night after he was drunk, he tried to break into her room. Although the other party failed to succeed, she still felt deep malice.

Knowing that she couldn't bear it any longer, Hu Meiren could only turn to Han Wang'an for help.

However, the answer she got from Han Wangan made Hu Meiren even more desperate.

"You mean that the eldest son wants to do something wrong to you?" Han Wangan, who was drunk, looked at the charming Hu beauty in front of him, and his heart stopped.

"Let the master be the master." Hu Meiren begged.

"Hey, who else can I control now?" Han Wangan laughed at himself.

Then he changed the subject and said again: "You are in your youth now, and you know my situation, don't you really think about those things?"

"Master, why did you say that? Could it be that in your eyes, I am such a dissolute person?" Hu Meiren was even more aggrieved.

"Actually, if you really think about those things, the eldest son is also a good candidate. Now in this mansion, no one can go out. There are some things you can consider about the people around you." Han Wangan said drunkly .

Hu Meiren couldn't care less about praying at this time, because she was completely overwhelmed by Han Wangan's words.

How absurd these words are, so absurd that Hu Meiren almost suspected that he had hallucinations, but what followed was deep fear.

She knew that what Han Wangan said was not a joke, he really had this plan.

Han Wangan looked at the pale Hu Meiren in front of him, a trace of pain flashed in his drunken eyes, but there was another voice in his mind.

Even if such a beauty is to be destroyed, it can only be destroyed in this mansion.Since I have long been powerless, it is better to cheapen my son than cheapen some unknown person.

"You...you..." Hu Meiren looked at Han Wangan in a daze, forgetting the usual honorifics.

What absurdity.

Hu Meiren only felt cold in her heart, and then she wanted to laugh, not at Han Wangan and his son, but at herself.

How stupid I have to be to have those thoughts of being loyal to Han Wang'an, I still look down on Mrs. Mingzhu, I didn't expect that I was the most pathetic person.

Recalling the scene when she asked Han Wangan for help, Hu Meiren showed a painful look on her face, for her own situation and her own choice.

She used to be such a contemptuous Mrs. Mingzhu. As soon as Korea died, she devoted herself to the arms of the enemy. She looked down on such a shameless woman.

And she, although she no longer had the luxurious life she once had after coming to Xianyang, her heart was full because she felt that her choice was worthy of her conscience.

But now?

I should be as ridiculous to Mrs. Mingzhu as she is in my eyes, right?

Humei people who once thought that they were sacrificing for their own personality only felt that their own was so ridiculous. Is such a person worthy of being like this?
If you let things go on, what will you become?Even the last trace of perseverance will be lost, right?
Sure enough, you are right?Hu Meiren looked at herself in the bronze mirror and remained indifferent.

Time was ticking by, and at some point, a bright smile appeared on Hu Meiren's dull face. Han Wangan would be very familiar with such a smile when he saw it, because he had seen it before.

Then Madam Hu unfolded a roll of blank bamboo slips in front of the dressing table.

you are right.

Hu Meiren thought to herself, and then the beautiful handwriting appeared on the bamboo slips.

Not long after, the bamboo slips with Hu Meiren's handwriting appeared in the hands of Mrs. Mingzhu of Zhiyang Palace.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the bamboo slips, a faint smile flashed in Mrs. Mingzhu's eyes.

"Have you finally found out that you were wrong? For that ridiculous idea, you have endured for three years." Mrs. Mingzhu put down the bamboo slips and said to herself.

Hu Meiren's choice was understandable to Mrs. Mingzhu, but it was too stupid. She would admire such a sacrifice, but she also had disdain.

"Women, especially women like us, can't have too many self-righteous thoughts. We can live for ourselves, but there is a premise."

"We need to find a master for ourselves, and this master must be strong enough. The more beautiful the flower, the more powerful the sword is to protect it."

"And in this world, who else can be stronger than the king?"

Mrs. Mingzhu, who was exuding endless charm while talking to herself, came to Zhao Ji, and after some purposeful flattery, she unknowingly brought the topic to Hu Meiren.

"What you said is reasonable. The king really needs such a person. After all, that girl Honglian is still a little young." Zhao Ji said emotionally after hearing Mrs. Mingzhu's description of Hu Meiren.

"This matter can be done." Zhao Ji finally said.

As for Han Wangan's reaction, Zhao Ji said that she didn't care. If he dared to object, let him talk to Ying Zheng.
As for whether it is too ugly to take advantage of others, that is even more a joke. When will she, Zhao Ji, care about that.

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