The Conqueror's Journey
chapter 11 story 3

Story 3

A year had passed from that, but I was wrong, very, I thought that way my real father would understand, but, bricks remain bricks, my father hates me more.

After the talk of that time, the empress came to visit my room, not well-intentioned. She slapped me hard and threatened that I should marry that prince, the man I hated. Although, just knew him, but my views are very I believe. I don't want to marry her, because it's not a simple matter. But what I had to do, I could neither resist nor run away from it.

Moreover, they would definitely do something else again. With tears still flowing I nodded, assuring

The days after auntie Yu never looked again worried me, was that because of that? Thinking about it makes me sad. I was so selfish. I searched all the rooms, but could not find it, but auntie yu's friend's servant said aunt Yu was coming home and did not know why I was surprised. Is there a problem with his family? Maybe because there is an event? I thought it was positive, but why didn't he report it?, What a weirdo!

I was now alone waiting for him, there were no friends by my side anymore.

Some days I always read a book in my room and shut myself up, it feels, it's really nice, entering every different world, if I were like the story in this book just as a reader, he said, feel what the character feels, but do not need to be involved in it.

Sometimes I think of my marriage as a nightmare that will never wake up, and there is a really painful feeling with it, and sometimes it makes my tears drop.

3 Days later my brother son of the second concubine came to visit me. The moment he entered, the aura around him became even more tense. He went in with the others.

“ apa”. Stared at.

There is no manners

“ nothing.” I continued reading again.

My other brothers laughed whether they laughed at anything.

“ We have a surprise for you.” Then approaching me, I didn't look at him just focusing on reading books. Suddenly I felt cold all over my body. He doused me with cold water, I was immediately aghast. “what are you doing!?”

“I heard you were angry a few days ago, so I doused you so you could be calmer.” His words did not show the slightest expression of guilt. Mother and son are the same!

Books and tables get wet because of it. I was really angry, but remembering her status as empress princess made me reluctant to vent it. Even though he's wrong.

The people who saw him laughed. Is the suffering of others more pleasant to watch?

I just looked at him, did nothing, I knew if I returned the favor, maybe there would be more they would do, maybe would report it. What a luckless fate this life.

I'll go with my father to fight.

I went straight to the bathroom, all my brothers were laughing at me. Right now I feel very angry and upset, but can only clench my hands tightly.

I soaked my head and closed my eyes, making me feel calm, and then the humiliation came to my mind, the anger started to overwhelm my body and I was stupid! why don't I see them carrying water as well as why I don't know they have evil intentions. Anger, resentment mixed in my heart.

I took a deep breath, hoping it would calm me down. I was always taught by aunt Yu, she always taught me how to behave and control the excessive charge inside me; the charge was like a charge of anger that was too domineering or else, he said, he said the human body should be like a scale that is always balanced all, if the next weight will have a negative impact on him.

I decided it was a change of clothes. Although there were no more servants to accompany me, I did not think about it. A servant will certainly be subject to his master, so since I am not his master I do not get the service nor do I need it.

I can see my face that I can see from the mirror, “ her beautiful face” maybe because I rarely see.

I approached the table earlier, my mind was right, no waiter cleaned it. I'll clean it up immediately. The anger remains. My book that makes my days bright now his writing is blurred can no longer be read. After I cleaned it up I decided to sit down, and look at the window while thinking what was so wrong with me? To the point that they have to do that to me.

I chose to close my eyes and hope that maybe Dad was by my side and stop all this.

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Until I woke up, Dad wasn't home yet. My foster father always went to war.

Now I'm alone, waiting.

“I'm bored.” I decided to go upstairs to the palace, hoping it would take away my boredom.

The south wind gushed at my face as I came like he was welcoming me. I propped my face up with a conscious arm in the tombok, looking southward which looked beautiful when the weather was clear, maybe this was better than before.

The guard looks still gallantly standing in front of the south gate, the entrance of the palace. Habits always make people stand out!

In the east I saw a large banyan tree on the edge of the cliff. When I was little my father always took me there, for whatever reason, he always took me home from war.

Even though the tree was so far away from the palace, it was still clearly visible and glowing this afternoon.

Her face that looked happy while being there made me want to keep it. Even though it's hard to achieve.

“Dad why are we here?”

“do you not like to travel?”

“I like, but I want to go to the market just buy all the food, clothes and toys I want.”

“Let's go there, now enjoy the view of the valley.” He pointed to the edge of the cliff.

I wonder what's inside.

I approached her, “very beautiful.” I was amazed by the view of the ravine. The beautiful spruce trees, the clear river flowing so beautifully, the fresh air I could feel from below. Even though it's so deep, but it doesn't scare me, really! Maybe because I was sucked in by the beauty of nature that was in it so I forgot about it.

“Do you like it?”

“ Really, dad, I really like it.”

I sat down next to my father again, comfortable and warm always coming to me while beside him. Does having parents feel the same way? If I had a mother maybe this would be a complete moment.

The leaves of the tree fell down like a beautiful dance before touching the ground. Can one dance in agony until he falls?

I looked around and my father was beside me. No more talks between the two of us, we are busy with our own world —made world

“ are you lonely when dad is not with you?” ask me to break the silence.

“ No father, I am very happy when father went to war against all enemies and expanded the empire. I am very proud to have a father like father” I replied. Although I was also sad when dad left, I needed you so much.

When I found out I wasn't his real son, I didn't want to make him lose the smile on his face, which is why I had to smile.

People say that others may pay more attention to us than our families. That statement has happened in my life.

Dad was a little surprised then smiled. “but are you not bored if dad left.”

I held the hand of the abusive father, the hand that had always been fearless of war; rough, and a little hard. “don't worry father, I always support you.”

“ thank you.” Smiling words.

I smiled seeing him. Maybe it's something I have to take care of, to keep smiling forever.