Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 200 Must be strong.

Yunsang no longer cared about the thoughts of others there, nor the thoughts of Jing, the person he feared and hated.

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

''Mother..'' Calling lirih.

''Hold on, wait for me to take you away from her.'' Continue in silence.

Yunsang's cerebellum was unable to understand the circumstances around him.

All he knows is what he wants and believes.

To the world, Jing was the emperor as well as her mother's husband.

However, for the poor little boy, the man there is a bully, as well as the cause of all the ugliness in the life of the mother.

What if her mother was an empress now?.

With that status, was there anything different for him?.

Only the calls and views of the people in front of them changed.

However, there would naturally be scorn as well as bad responses, behind the backs of their Yun family.

Even with the Yun Family's old status as a businessman, wasn't their life still the best among ordinary people.

The Yun Family were businessmen, as well as the best trade players in the four empires.

Even with the status she held as a widow, the mother was able to step wide and raise her face high, without reproach from others.

While with her status as Jing's woman, her mother was precisely unable to move as fast as before.

He was no longer free to step outside, and to provide warmth to the poor boys, whom he considered his son in the cottage he had founded.

Yunsang thought that with Jing's presence, things got even more complicated, and bad for her mother.

And certainly bad for the adopted sons, who now miss the woman.

Little Yunsang always wished that he would mature quickly and be able to take his mother away from the palace.

Or if possible, go as far as possible from the man he often refers to as the father.

Yungsang's heart seemed to have been inline, as a creation with a lump of spiteful flesh, and a hater of Jiang jing wei.

How big the hatred was only Yunsang knew about it.

If Jing had been able to read the boy's mind, as well as understand it, he might have vomited blood all of a sudden.

Jing never took her seriously, about her affection for the boy.

But in between his affection for Yunsang in the presence of Ziaruo, he was also moved by the misfortune of the boy.

For Jing, who was an emperor, it would not be a problem if he had to add another plate of food rations, for one person on their dining table.

And even he had planned to make it as a student, or just a level 4 official in the empire in the future.

Of course, it was for the sake of making Ziaruo happy, and dispelling the anxiety of the woman, who had placed the Yunsang boy as a son.

And given the history of the birth of the boy Yunsang, as well as his presence as a thorn in the flesh, Jing's actions were certainly in the category of benevolent.

Yet again and again, in Yunsang's ignorance, either as a little boy, or in the role of the status as the emperor's adopted son in a gray (not yet clear) fog, it was not clear, no one dared to tell the truth.

And this was one of the factors, which made Yunsang ungrateful for the good, as well as Jing's generosity.

Little boy Yunsang also never knew and thought that the presence of life he had was very embarrassing.

In addition, when he heard the grievances of the other brothers in the cottage, who had difficulty meeting Ziaruo, Yunsang further strengthened the hatred in his heart.

''What's wrong with just being adopted sons?, isn't her mother sincerely loving them?, isn't everything alright first?, why should there be a Jing among them?.'' Yungsang's mind, increasingly filled with dissatisfaction.

And now, in that beautiful, magnificent, big room, in fact, the mother is not okay.

The man who said he would look after and protect his mother could do nothing.

''Mother.stay.'' Those words, said back.

Like a sacred sentence, in the prayer blend that he was reciting.

Yunsang again melted his tears, when he saw Ziaruo's condition that did not show any change.

''Mother wake up, we all wait, wake up mother.''

Many things are not able to digest the little brain of the boy.

However, with the understanding and fear of Jiang jing wei, the boy was unable to act according to the will of the heart.

He was the son of his Mother, for whatever reason or status, Yunsang would always be the son of Yun's widow.

While not far from the bed, Jing's silent figure began to rise from her seat and walked closer.

With a firm step, as well as a straight look towards the bed, Jing moved her hand pulling Yunsang's arm that was coiled around Ziaruo's stomach, rough.

The little boy with jade skin was shocked and stared horror at Jing.

''Ayahanda..'' Pekik surprised.

Not only that boy, the few healers, eunuchs and female servants there, were aghast in disbelief.

''Your eminence....'' They cried almost simultaneously.

Without making any mistake, everyone dropped down and prostrated themselves asking for forgiveness.

Even if they don't know what, and why the master did it.

''Yun.look, if you don't get up soon, then he....'' Jing's eyes stared at the bed straight, at Ziaruo's severed face.

''If you don't wake up soon, then this son of yours will I throw out.''

Hearing those sudden words, both Yungsang and those there, widened their eyes of disbelief, behind the prostrating face.

But it had not been possible for the entanglement to be digested, emperor Jing again said. ''Not only will I throw him out, he'll whip him so that his little bones can't be collected anymore.''

The more people heard, the more they shrunk their hearts and minds.

In fact, cold sweat could no longer be contained and began to pour from the bodies of the healers, eunuchs, and servants.

''I was looking after him just for you, did you forget who he was Yun, and did you think I couldn't do it?.''

Jing's voice was rising, in fact did not make the body on the bed was unmoved.

Jing had not predicted that reaction from the empress.

However, with little hope that her women would be moved and awake, with the threat, Jing kept trying.

And still, even though the words glide, and sound cruel, but the woman remains calm with a deep sleep.

Jing remained agitated, he did not want to add to the row of time letting his woman droop weakly there, and let out a long sigh.

The man closed his eyes for a moment, and released Yunsang from the clutches of his hands.

''Eunuch..''

''Ham.''

The servant said, with a face still pale because of the fear that was still being felt.

''Bring him out, and inter-dwelling him.''

Hearing those words, all the eunuchs and servants there, had one common thought, namely relief.

''Thank you god.''

''Good paduka.'' Answer the eunuch again.

Without waiting any longer, the eunuch immediately brought Yunsang out from inside the chamber.

His pale face, as well as the shivering body from the fear of the boy, made the middle-aged eunuch soften.

''Young master, are you alright?.''

The stupid question slid from the eunuch's lips.

Should it be necessary to ask?, of course not, is not the state of the small body, already giving an answer.

And of course Yunsang did not respond.

In that shivering body a stark contrast was seen, Yunsang's gaze increasingly darkened.

''I must be strong, must be!.''

The boy Yunsang again found fertiliser, for his bad thoughts about Jing.

With a somewhat rude gesture, he brushed off the hand of the eunuch who was wiping him walking.

''I don't need any help, especially from people like you.''

Yunsang walked half-run towards the pavilion, after saying so.

He no longer ignored the look of disbelief, from the adult man who was now behind, and tried to follow his steps.

''People like us?, what are we like?.'' The eunuch's murmur was full of confusion.