hotmtlnovel Chapter 169: Confession
Chapter 169: Confession
Chapter 169: Confession
Rhaenyra whimpered in surprise, her heart thumping and her body tingling.
Rhaegar heard the sound and lifted his head to look out the window.
He saw a little girl squatting under a fish-beam tree, her hands covering a small green insect, her face full of innocence.
"Let it go, bugs are dirty," a little boy came running, disgustedly reminding her.
"Oh, okay," the little girl replied. With wide eyes, she picked up the small green worm and threw it onto a branch above her head.
The bug landed right next to its companion and crawled toward another young leaf, taking small bites.
Judging by the speed at which the two little green worms were eating, the young leaves of the fish-beam tree must have been extremely tasty.
"Rhaegar, the feast isn't over yet," Rhaenyra said, her cheeks slightly flushed, her heart trembling.
"No one is looking at us," Rhaegar replied, glancing at the beaded curtain at the entrance of the balcony before lowering his head.
As Rhaegar lifted his head and Rhaenyra lowered hers, their eyes met. Rhaegar's cold violet eyes flickered, his lips crimson, and the knot in his throat moved as he swallowed.
Rhaenyra's eyes were moist, her lips slightly parted.
The wind blew through the beaded curtains, causing them to sway and the strings of beads to move closer together, constantly overlapping.
Outside the window, the little green bugs on the fish-beam tree were still eating. Two similar white snakes climbed up the branches. The white snakes' bodies were entwined, their heads touching each other's, spitting out their tongues and not giving way.
It was a chilling scene, as if they were vowing to swallow each other alive.
...
On the second floor, in the banquet hall, Jeyne was dressed in elegant attire, holding a glass of wine as she exchanged pleasantries with noblewomen and ladies who approached her.
"Jeyne, come here for a moment," called Jessamyn, who was wearing a blue dress and clutching a slip of paper in her hand.
Jeyne glanced at it and recognized the letter delivered by the raven.
"Excuse me, I need to attend to some business," Jeyne said to the chatty noblewoman beside her. She set down her glass and left her seat.
Jessamyn smiled apologetically at the noblewomen and ladies who watched them leave. The two of them walked hand in hand to the corner of the stairs.
Jessamyn handed over the slip of paper and said in a low voice, "There's been an incident at Longbow Hall."
Jeyne opened the note, reading the brief message.
"!!!"
Her voice startled Rhaenyra, who quickly looked over, a bit flustered.
Rhaenyra's face was flushed and she looked panicked.
"Jeyne, what brings you here?" Rhaegar, standing behind the rocking chair, appeared unfazed.
Jeyne froze, blinking in confusion, wondering, "Did I interrupt your conversation?"
"No! You're just in time," Rhaenyra replied with a vague smile, covering her chest with one hand. All is calm again, she thought darkly, glaring at Rhaegar.
Rhaegar's face was full of innocence and pleasure.
"Jeyne, what did you want to see me about?" Rhaenyra redirected the conversation to Jeyne.
Jeyne, snapping out of her confusion, stammered, "I received some new information and wanted to discuss it with you."
"Come sit down and we'll talk," Rhaenyra invited, giving Rhaegar a look signaling him to leave.
Rhaegar smirked, and as if no one else was there, he removed his top jacket and draped it over Rhaenyra. "I'll leave now; you rest a little longer."
With that, he brushed shoulders with Jeyne, lifted the beaded curtain, and departed. The words that should be said have been said, and the words that want to be heard have been heard. Just go.
"Come on, ignore him," Rhaenyra said, adjusting her black blouse.
Jeyne smiled helplessly and walked over to sit down beside her.
...
Out on the balcony, Rhaegar emerged in front of a group of noble ladies and women. Having taken off his jacket, he was left in a black inner shirt, exposing his solid muscles.
The ladies blushed and hesitated to approach him. The more mature women remained composed outwardly but secretly eyed him up and down.
Rhaegar, in an agitated mood, hurried down the stairs, oblivious to their reactions.
Downstairs, the scene was chaotic. Two ugly middle-aged men were glaring at each other with angry eyes and exchanging harsh words, on the verge of a physical altercation.
"Such a foolish Coldwater, you are poor, but you cannot stand to see others rich!"
"Bitch-born Borrell, you are a bunch of scum who deserve to be gutted and hung on the gallows."