Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 186's

Meanwhile...

At the border of Zing, not far from the edge of the mysterious forest, a battle was brewing.

With the strategic capability, and the offensive power, of Jing's joint forces, the rebels were unable to mount a meaningful resistance.

Moreover, with a surprise attack, the rebel stronghold increasingly creates a great opportunity.

Jiang Jingyun's troops were unaware of Jing's arrival, until in the last seconds it became a cloud of mist.

In fact, not a few of them have been knocked on the ground covered in blood, without having had time to fight.

Some of them even began to fall asleep, and did not have a chance to wake up.

Witnessing that, the officials who participated in the collusion, as well as the nobles involved, could only put up a meaningless resistance.

For Jing, this time he did not use the code of ethics of a battle in general.

Because, he considers not being at war with brave knights, or patriotic fighters for the state, on the battlefield.

Instead, he was catching dirty rats, digging, and trying to hole the walls of the Zing empire.

Jiang jing wei instantly retracted, and flicked her sword, as she began to enter the tent of the enemy camp.

With the horror, and the strength he possessed, no one could deny that the cruel Jing, today had awakened again.

His heart, hands, and eyes were venting great frustration, in an attempt to melt the disappointment he felt.

''No one escapes!. Let them be captured alive.'' Jing's orders, in the middle of the commotion.

The speech, more referring to the dignitaries, nobles, and military servants, who joined in collusion.

Jing seemed to be entering into the wilderness, with a weapon as a bow, and his anger as sharp as arrows to aim at the prey.

And this thing is, bad luck to everyone with the blame for being an imperial traitor.

They were people with transparent logos, as hunted animals for Jing and his soldiers.

Emperor Jing arranged the strategy of herding, uniting, and suppressing them gathered in a designated spot, like a trap death hole.

To him, a person with disloyalty, is like an animal that is not even fit to be kept.

They may be mighty lion robes, or elegant fox furry and beautiful.

However, in reality, their hearts were far more poisonous, as well as petty than a cunning snake.

The current Jing with his hands, as well as his protective armor, which was stained with blood, further added to the horror of the look on his face, the ruler.

Anger made him faster, and continued to step and swing the sword mercilessly, at the rebel soldiers.

Up to a figure of gallant body, standing right in front of the big tent, in the middle of the fierce devouring flames, anything in front of him.

Jing's eyes were round, the body was silent for a while, with a voice that he slowly called out the name ''Jingyun...''

Meanwhile, the figure before him only looked at him with an illegible look.

The face was flat, cold, there was even a feeling of horror for his residence as well.

''It's not Jingyun, you're not Jingyun.'' Jing wei said again.

No matter how much he hated, or did not care about Jiang Jingyun, he was still the older brother of the man.

Therefore, he can clearly distinguish, and be convinced, that the figure in front of him as someone else.

Hearing the denial of his identity, Jingyun smiled grinning.

''Are you sure?, or is it hatred that has made your heart renege on the blood ties in our body ?.''

Jing yun said something with a certain amount of difficulty, he deliberately said whatever he knew, to provoke the emotions of Jing wei.

As long as the anger grows in the man's heart, the chances of winning against him increase.

Jingyun walked over to Jing jing wei.

From the corner of his lips displayed a sinister smile, as if he was mocking the ruler's man.

''Are you satisfied now?.

With this man standing as a clone, does His noble conscience not hesitate?.''

The man got closer to the figure of Jing wei, who was still fixated and looked at him in disbelief.

From every word he said, there was not the slightest doubt about his own identity.

Which in reality he was another figure from the forest wolf incarnation, in a human skin dressing similar to Jiang Jingyun.

His firm self-confidence, and without any feelings of hesitation or nervousness, made everyone have a thought, that he was the real Jiang jing yun.

The legitimacy of a falsehood, for a moment had closed the eyes of all the soldiers there, and believed that he was the 2nd prince of the empire, which had long disappeared.

In fact, Wuhan who had just arrived beside Emperor Jiang jing wei, immediately rounded his eyes.

Emperor Jing did not respond to Wuhan's questions.

In fact, he also did not turn his face to just look at the man.

In his silence, Jiang jing wei recalled Ziaruo's words.

That as the son of a family, a brother is the other half of the body behind his own back.

However, as an Emperor he was the father of all the people of his country.

No father would ever harm all their sons, for a blood relation with the evils of them (treason).

Jiang jing wei once again steadied her heart, she began to display her calm face back.

''If you were the son of Zing country, this would never happen.

Even if you are Jingyun the second prince of this empire.

However, your thoughts and deeds do not reflect the title you have.

So what's the difference between you being him or not?, you're still just a rebel.''

Jing's words echoed loudly, he did not care if he later, he would be considered cruel to his own brother.

To Jing the man in front of him, it did not seem like a brother he regretted the death he had caused, in the years before.

Inwardly, he felt confident that the man there was not Jing the younger brother.

''Hahahaha..hahaha.hahaha.''

Hearing that remark, Jingyun laughed very loudly.

He did not care about everyone who looked at him, with various thoughts.

In fact, he also did not feel pain, when he saw his soldiers falling, with blood strewn yawa.

The jing yun man, was as if a monstrous body figure, devoid of soul and feeling.

However, not far from where it is. Precisely located a few snores behind the figure of jing wei.

Yongyu stared at Jingyun with hatred, and fury.

And a few moments after jing wei said those words, Yongyu turned to look at his brother-in-law, who was none other than his brother, with a fondness.

His heart raged, Yongyu's mind filled with disappointment.

''It turns out, no one will ever be worth anything to you, other than that power.'' Yongyu's.

''So it's just right that I am who I am now, let everything just become ashes and disappear, my family is just him (Ziaruo) alone.'' Yongyu continued again, in his mind.

''Surrender.!, I may not be sentenced to death for you.'' Pekik Jing wei again.

As much as his anger and disappointment towards Jingyun, whether she was real or fake Jingyun, that face was still the sister, the blood brother he once loved wholeheartedly.

He will not forgive his mistakes this time.

However, given the mother and their blood ties, Jing would not kill her cruelly either.

However, is there anything more cruel than using the brother, with the threat of death, as well as the pain of the poison he gave?.

Everyone has their thoughts, opinions and ways of justification.

For Jiang jing wei, giving poison to keep the younger brother from doing baldness, even being killed in his hands at that time, as well as keeping the throne was the best solution according to Jing.

He thinks curbing, or limiting the movement of the mother and sister with the poison is correct.

Therefore, he should not smear his hands with the blood of his own brother nor should he see his mother, meditating on the loss of her son.

However, for Jingyun (Yongyu) who never once thought about the throne and power, he felt betrayed for his true love for his brother.

For Jingyun(Yongyu) Jing's actions were a deep disappointment, as well as a betrayal of her trust, as well as her concern all along.

And when now, Jing told her clone. That it is not important that he Jing yun original, nor false, as long as he desires the imperial throne, will never be forgiven.

Yongyu recalled his old wounds.

His heart ached, anger again enveloping the mind.

He wanted to come and question, even about the Emperor's ugliness towards him.

However, he realized in this moment, it was not the right time.

Yongyu looked up the sky-head, closing his eyes for a moment.

He tried to calm the mind, and made peace with a roar of heart, muttering in silence. ''God, if there's another life, let me have no blood brothers, if it's like him.

More wise brothers are brought together in closeness, and care for each other, for the common heart that values the relationship though, not from the womb of the same mother.''