His Rui

Chapter 380 - The Disgusting Zhao Zhuang Chen

Zhao Zhang Wei's face didn't have any emotion. His phoenix eyes were fixed at Zhao Zhuang Chen who was shamelessly staring at his wife.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Yi Huiqing was feeling uncomfortable with his gaze.

Even Yun Weilan looked away with a disgusted expression on her face when she noticed her husband's actions.

Zhao Zhang Wei didn't know whether the Empress noticed her son's disgusting behavior or not. However, if she did then she was pretending very well not to notice it.

His eyes again went to the woman sitting behind him.

On one hand, he remembered that she had asked him not to show his face to her and on other hand, he wanted to ease her discomfort at this moment.

In the end, his hand unconsciously rose to grab Yi Huiqing's hand under the table.

Yi Huiqing was obviously surprised when she felt a sudden touch on her hands. The touch was familiar but she still tried to pull away from her hand however the other hand firmly held her and she was slowly dragged a little closer by Zhao Zhang Wei.

The familiar manly scent invaded her nostrils and at the same time, she felt that she could ignore Zhao Zhuang Chen's continuous stare at herself.

It was not that difficult.

As long as she could ignore him, she would be able to pass this dinner without any drama.

With this assurance to herself, Yi Huiqing sighed in relief. However, her relief was guest only for a few moments.

Zhao Zhuang Chen smirked only got wider when he noticed Zhao Zhang Wei's actions. It only proved that it affected him whatever he was doing. So he spoke with the same smirk present on his lips.

"Princess Consort Yi Huiqing is very beautiful. Second Younger Brother is very fortunate."

The atmosphere in the dining room suddenly became very tense. Even the servants who were bringing the dinner inside stopped on their way when they heard the first prince's words.

The disgusting intention hidden behind the praise could be understood by a person as long as he was not too stupid or innocent.

Zhao Zhang Wei's phoenix eyes were very cold at this moment as he stared at Zhao Zhuang Chen.

His hands were forming fists in his lap.

He really wished to dig out Zhao Zhuang Chen's eyes …the disgusting gaze that was looking at the woman he loved he wished to tear it away.

However, the soft hold on his hand kept him in control.

His hand that held Yi Huiqing's hand was placed in his lap and Yi Huiqing was firmly holding it as if she was afraid that he would get up and beat Zhao Zhuang Chen just like he had beaten him a few days ago.

Although she was not there at the scene, seeing the bruises and scratches on Zhao Zhuang Chen's face that still had not healed, Yi Huiqing understood that he must have looked very scary a few days ago.

Zhao Zhang Wei must have beaten him very well.

She suddenly felt very satisfied and proud when she thought this.

However, she didn't want Zhao Zhang Wei to do the same now otherwise it would only be him who would get punished…especially because of herself.

Zhao Zhuang Chen had the Empress to back him but Zhao Zhang Wei didn't have anyone.

In the end, Zhao Zhang Wei controlled his anger and asked the servant to serve the dinner in his cold voice.

He just wanted to get done with all this as soon as possible.

Seeing how Zhao Zhuang Chen's gaze was full of lust on Yi Huiqing, his heart was burning in a fire.

The servants served the dinner.

After everyone had the meal on their plates, Zhao Zhang Wei didn't say anything and just started to eat. Yi Huiqing sighed in defeat seeing this. According to the rules he should have said something at this moment, however, currently, she was also not in any mood of following those rules.

So she also picked her chopsticks to have the meal.

However just before she could taste the dish between her chopsticks, Zhao Zhuang Chen's sickly voice again fell in her ears.

"Princess Consort, Can Benwang have the fortune to have something served by you personally?"

The ambiguous words from her husband's mouth made Yun Weilan close her eyes in despair. She didn't even want to accept now that Zhao Zhuang Chen was her husband.

She very well knew that the noble lady who had saved her son was Yi Huiqing's cousin sister. That's why Yun Weilan had very good views about her.

She couldn't help but want to save Yi Huiqing from her husband.

All of them were seated down on seats that were a little higher than the ground. On the huge table, the different kinds of dishes were placed.

A soft and bitter sigh escaped from Yun Weilan's lips as she stood up from her seat and said as softly as she could.

"Why does Wangye bother Princess Consort Yi? This one is always present here to serve Wangye."

Yun Weilan's lips curved upwards to form a smile as she bent down to pick a large bowl and then walked to Zhao Zhuang Chen's side.

She could feel Zhao Zhuang Chen's gaze on herself and she didn't need to look at him to find out that it must be filled with raw anger and hatred.

She had been used to that gaze since the end of the Mid Autumn Imperial banquet. So Yun Weilan didn't feel discouraged as she bent down and picked the ladle to serve the soup in Zhao Zhuang Chen's bowl.

However, before she could do so, Zhao Zhuang Chen caught her hand in a deathly painful grip.

Yun Weilan felt her eyes tearing up but she had to pretend to look fine as she saw Zhao Zhuang Chen smiling creepily through her blurry eyes.

"Did Benwang ask you to get up from your seat? Has Wangfei forgotten some rules?"

Zhao Zhuang Chen's words were clearly audible to everyone. Even Qin Wenya could hear them, however, she still pretended to not hear it and continue to have her dinner peacefully.

Yi Huiqing's heart was filled with anguish as she saw Zhao Zhuang Chen throwing Yun Weilan's hand away and because of this force, Yun Weilan fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the bowl of hot stoup fell on the ground instead of her body.

Yi Huiqing sighed in relief.

However, her relief vanished away again when she saw Zhao Zhuang Chen looking at her again with that same lustful gaze.