Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 199 Yunsang's Hatred.

Jing's eyes began to glaze over, she no longer looked cold or cruel.

No more elegance, as well as the impression of high arrogance, as usual.

''Your honor...Young master Yunsang has arrived.'' Exclaimed the eunuch, from outside the door of the room.

Hearing the notice, Jing swept the tip of her eye with a finger.

He stood up from the edge of the bed, walking towards the table not far from where he was.

With a silent mimic, he sat his body on one of the chairs there.

The joy that still hung on that handsome face, was not a barrier for him to stop the lip movement, and said.

''Include.''

''Kreeaaat''

And did not wait for a long time, after the sound of the door creaking sounded, a boy who had just grown up entered the room.

''Greetings to the emperor's father, may he always be prosperous and long.''

The responsible boy, who was none other than Yunsang, always called Jing as Father, when they were not in public places, or in the presence of others.

Especially if the two of them were near Ziaruo, Yunsang would call Jing by the call, and Jing would be happy to collaborate on it.

Because Jing knew, that call of familiarity had always been able to display a figure of tenderness on the woman's face.

This time Jing deliberately called Yungsang there, hoping that by calling her beloved son (ziaruo), the woman on the bed would wake up.

Whether it was instinct or stupidity, which was obviously whatever Jing thought to wake Ziaruo up, he would quickly do just that.

Successful or not, he can only pray, hope and surrender, and will not regret every action he takes.

''No need for formalities.'' Jing replied, without looking at Yunsang.

However, with eyes still focused towards the body on the bed.

As if nothing else was more important.

Although Yunsang had been explained by the eunuch who picked him up during the trip, his heart still felt a sense of sadness when he saw the woman's weak body on the bed.

The figure he loved more than anything in his world, now lying helpless there.

The boy Yunsang did not know anything about the battle and the incident that happened to Ziaruo, in detail.

He was told only that his mother was ill, and needed his presence.

Yunsang does not think that the condition of the mother is this severe, it can even be said to have no life.

His heart was bitter, anxious, sad, and afraid for the woman simultaneously.

However, with Jing's man constantly staring in the same direction, he could only be stunned unmoved.

The clear plain eyes of Yunsang began to glaze over, as an expression of the pain of his increasingly stifling heart.

And on the other hand, even though Jing was aware of the pain from the little young man, he remained cold and silent.

His own heart is uncertain, then why should he care about the pain of the little boy there?.

In fact, he could not calm his own heart, and should he lie and strengthen another heart?.

Jing was not a man with warmth, as well as a high tolerance for fellow feelings.

He was also not a stone, untouched over the image of the stone in front of him at this moment.

However, Jing was not a good speaker, who could express pain, and was able to give comforting expressions to others with words.

Silence and silence with his own thoughts, and his own way.

A few moments later, a long breath sounded.

And he started to open his voice. ''Don't you miss her?, greet your mother, ignore the others.''

The voice was neither loud nor high. However, with the silence created there, speech with a mixture of questions that do not need answers, can be heard by everyone clearly.

Jing's man hoped, with the sound of the call and the longing of the Yunsang boy, Ziaruo would wake up.

Or at least she will react, to her affection as a mother.

Jing wanted the little man, waking his wife with his affection all along.

Meanwhile, Yunsang who was raised with high understanding, as well as the learning of the nobility lately, was no longer just a stupid little boy.

With the words of the emperor Jing, he understood that he was brought there, not just to visit his ailing mother.

Instead, she is now placed as a device that is tested to heal the Empress, from the great Zing empire.

However, it was not a problem at all, for him for whatever reason he was brought in, Yunsang did not care. He could still see his mother, and coming to her directly was enough.

About the reason, and the purpose of the man there is not important.More in Yunsang's heart, it was never considered Jing as someone, like the call that his little lips just said.

Yunsang hated Jiang jing wei.

With slow steps the young man began to approach the bed. His small body rested on small knees, and crouched down on the edge of the bed.

With her two small hands, she grabbed Ziaruo's hand with tenderness.

''Mother...'' Call her in a soft, deep voice.

In addition, when the hand he reached did not give a sign of warmth as usual, the boy's heart grew shrunk by his own bitterness and fear.

''Mother, Yunsang is coming.'' Call again.

''Yunsang misses his mother.''

The sentence glides with a clear circle, which begins to wet the cheek.

In fact, some eunuchs and female servants who heard it, no doubt helped weaken the tears.

The little man, the closer his head was to Ziaruo's hand.

Kissed him a few times, and gently rubbed the palm of the hand.

His small body, which was beside the bed, now began to slowly shake over the sobs he held.

However, he was a man, and the mother said that she would either give up, or cry when she faced a problem.

In the past, it would have been as powerful as fulfilling the words of the mother.

However, with Ziaruo's condition being such, he was no longer able to endure the heartache at this moment.

Yunsang is still a little boy.

When the person he loves is not in a good condition, only depressed and anxious are owned.

Moreover, Ziaruo was everything to the little boy.

His mother, his supporters, and can be said to be his world.

The Yunsang boy was frightened by his own thoughts.

In his understanding, if he lost a woman there, then his world, and everything that belonged to him would also disappear.

His mother, and the only woman there that he cared about.

Then how could he not cry at a time like now?.

''Mother, awake Yunsang will be your best son, and will not act.''

The boy increasingly moved to shake his body, until unconsciously his lower small body hung on the edge of the bed.

And when Yunsang felt the mother's cold hand, getting warmed up over her grasp, her heart was a little relieved even though the woman's eyes there still did not react.

Realizing this, he stood and sat down on the bed, right beside Ziaruo's body.

''Mother is cold.'' Thought Yunsang.

His two small hands held the mother's hand, and made a gentle gesture as if rubbing both hands, on the palm and back of Ziaruo's hand.

He recalled, when the mother did the same thing, when she was cold.

''To provide warmth does not have to require a flame, or wait for the morning sun to come. However, when one has a heart, as well as genuine affection, even with just the hands, we are able to share the warmth with each other''

Yunsang uttered words, which he had heard from Ziaruo.

He memorized the words of his mother well.

Nevertheless, Yunsang only understood to the extent of what he understood.

Be it meaning, as well as the intent of what Ziaruo said, he had no other arresting thoughts, on the meaning of the actual delivery of the mother.

He is too early, to understand.

As much as he remembered their togetherness, so much as he melted tears.

And every word that he spoke, made those who heard him more and more adrift with sorrow.

Yunsang, that poor little boy who would become unprotected without Ziaruo.

At least that's what everyone thinks.

Given his shameful birth history, it was possible that Jiang jing wei would take care of him without the presence of the Woman.

However, unknown to others there, every time Yunsang spoke those words, he also emphasized that everything was the fault of Jing's man, who had ruined his happy life.

Yunsang hated Jing even more.

The little man who has not been able to understand the high and low of the sky, can only think that everything he thinks is right is right.

And whatever happens to the mother, comes from the presence of Jing's men in between their lives.

He only wanted his mother, not the status as a noble with a sibling frills behind his back, which he now holds.

She only wanted Widow Yun, as her mother only, and not as the even Empress, the lowly servants in the inner palace, sometimes often denouncing her in the back.

''Motherhood...Yunsang is alone, Yunsang just wants his mother.'' Follow the young man again.

But this time the little boy was no longer in a sitting position.

He spread his body parallel to Ziaruo, and hugged his mother's waist tightly.

Yunsang no longer cared about the thoughts of others there, nor did the thoughts of Jing the person he feared so much, as well as hated.

His small body, which was only as tall as the chest of an adult man, seemed to curl up in a deep groan, beside Ziaruo's unmoved body.

''Mother..''