ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 3. A Sick Heart

The dark sky, autumn on the border of Niangxi and Yanzhie did indeed feel different, feeling hotter than all the areas in Yubei that Zhao Juren had ever felt. All areas in the Yanzhie region have almost all been tracked by Zhao Juren from 5 provinces to his prefectural city and even areas headed by clan heads and clan heads.

At night, the air was stuffy and strong winds swept across the earth, Zhao Juren, the mighty warlord Yanzhie stood with her hard face defying the night wind. He stood on a high slope and circulated his gaze towards the distance, to the place where the battlefield he was now facing gave a gloomy look and the fishy smell of blood that felt faintly carried by the air.

The stinging smell of blood from the battle that was over this afternoon. Tired still wriggling strongly, his entire body felt crumpled, some injuries on his arm still left pain.

“Huhhh...” The sound of his breath being drawn in such a long way sounds heavy, cold air forming fog as it blows wind from Zhao Juren's nose. The breath was really tired. Not just physically tired but mentally exhausted after years of living in a battleground between life and death.

This was the last battlefield he had planned before he asked to resign from his post as warlord Yanzhie.

It has been three years since she recovered from her stabbing wound, former Suri mother Zhao Li Sui, who is still in the Sunyen temple. He still felt a little pain in his abdomen at any time, this strange pain seemed to always remind him of how all the events and memories in the past. Although he closed his eyes with all his might but the pain coming from his heart was even more painful than the pain of the scar.

How not, it was her birth mother who had made the wound, she was stabbed by the one who had given birth to her, whose heart did not hurt? And even more sickly, for many years he did not know that Li Sui's queen mother who was very dear and respected was his own birth mother.

His Highness Yan Yue, had indeed officially announced that he was the second prince son of the old king Yan Houcun, the king before him, indeed, zhao Juren has been given the honorary title of honorary prince of Yanzhie.

As the biological child of His Highness Yan Houcun with the Consort of Furen Zhao Li Sui, who had served for many years as the mother of Suri, the guardian of His Majesty the king of Yan Yue. The honorary title as the son of the king was given to him even higher than the other princes.

However, Zhao Juren still felt her heart empty, her aground feelings of love might no longer be the thing that made it difficult for her to breathe, only she felt lonely in the life offered by the luxury of the palace. Zhao Juren felt there was not the right place for him.

"I see her every day, the woman I love and admire, looking at her and so close that I myself cannot touch her and hold her. Even in a dream, it would be sinful if I did. She is my brother's grandiose, she is my king's woman. To think about it, I might get punished..."Bathinnya.

But he could not deny, when he held his heart, it felt more painful. She could not untie her bond from Xiao Yi, the woman had given her a life pill, a potion made from Xiao Yi's placenta when she was born. How could he refuse to not always feel connected because he considered a part of Xiao Yi was inside him.

The turmoil in any palace is inescapable, all the sins of Li Sui's queen mother against the main empress, the, the mother of King Yan Yue came to the surface even some witnesses including the governor Qian Lie who was struggling to find face for her forgiveness were willing to witness how Li Sui had poisoned the main empress with smoke poison incense. It is said that Li Sui had poisoned her slowly, torturing the empress out of her heartache and jealousy in two years. The empress was dying and enduring the pain every time she fell asleep, as her pain would work while she was in the subconscious. That cruel poison works in a dream. So that no one knows about the mysterious illness of the Empress Yan Houcun.

The cry for justice and the death penalty for his mother Zhao Li Sui was certainly inevitable both from within the palace and from the people who hated Li Sui. And that certainly hurt Zhao Juren's feelings. He seemed to be on the edge of the cliff, his mother's sin was indeed so great and difficult to tolerate, even with the intention of overthrowing the king of Yan Yue he was a person who was entitled to death. Especially if it adds to the murder of the empress?

“Ugh!!” Zhao Juren shook her head, brushed off the pain that had infiltrated her heart, no matter how evil Zhao Li Sui was, she was her real mother, no one could break a child's blood relationship from her mother. To see his mother in the death row, it felt like he really had no guts. His heart really hurt.

“How come, I was born with a load this heavy?” The complaint in the heart.

He is now awarded the title of honorable prince but he is also the one who must punish the man who has given birth to himself into the world. Isn't this really ironic? He felt condemned in his honor. If he could choose, he would rather live as Zhao Juren the son of an ordinary noble than as the son of a king who could not even save his own mother.

Zhao Li Sui's punishment at Sunyen Temple was just a way for His Highness Yan Yue to buy some time before he would give in to the palace's honorary council's insistence on executing his mother. Waiting for that to happen, Zhao Juren felt like she was waiting for a punishment for herself.

“Seasons changed, time ran and I was still alone in the end.” Whisper to himself. He is a lonely dragon. Receiving the punishment of fate for the rest of his life.

Going to war, challenging the god of death to take his life was the only way to live for Zhao Juren. Life and death are the same for him, it makes no difference.

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