ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 64. Political Hostages

"What deal did you want to talk about? You want to move on to become a Nanxing citizen?" Xue Xue was seen teasing him, this girl in this slightly wild look was more lithe than when she was dressed Nan Luoxia.

"I want us to stop our country's strife." Zhao Juren.

Xue Xue stared for a moment at Zhao Juren, the two of them exchanged a deep glance before then Xue Xue got up from her seat and gazed towards the expanse of stars that were blinking in the vast sky.

"What are you talking about? do you know what you're asking for?"

"Of course Xue Xue, I know what I'm asking. Because I'm sure only you can do it with me."

"You're asking the wrong person." Xue Xue chuckled as if Zhao Juren's request was a funny joke to her. Zhao Juren did not speak, only the tail of her eyes could not help but watch Xue Xue's movements.

"Do you think you have the power to make your request?" Xue Xue asked finally, without taking her eyes off the sky.

"Me and you are only related by a thin thread called fate and our destiny is only limited to the past favor that I poured out on behalf of Jiu Fei. The rest of us are enemies in this world." Xue Xue said with a quivering voice, she tried to stay glued to a single point, the moon shining shyly, half of it in the cloud cover until the light seemed to dim.

"From the beginning I never considered yourself an enemy." Sahut Zhao Juren short.

"Oh, huh? I still remember your fiery gaze challenging me at the north gate of Doting. How funny it would have been if you thought I was your best friend."

"I am only hostile to General Qui's cowardly strategy but never hostile to Xue Lian who has been taking care of me for almost a season." Zhao Juren defended herself.

Xue Xue turned away, the grin became pitiful on her blushing lips, seeing that Zhao Juren was looking at her with a rippleless gaze like a lake that had just been hit by a snowfall, his eyes were urgent but he did not make a sound.

"In this Nanxing I'm a nobody, Mr. Zhao." Then he said firmly.

"I know you are the puetri of Nan Luoxia, the younger brother of the great king of Niangxi and you are also the general of Qui behind the most terrible masks that people in the role field tell me about and I also know, you are the owner of the Tianshi palace with hundreds of your formidable army of angels. Don't demean yourself unreasonably, maybe you're even more powerful than the real king of Niangxi." Greet Zhao Juren, with a half clucked voice.

Xue Xue Xue's face turned about to say something, but was finally unable to say it. He just stared straight at his interlocutor who was standing like a willow tree in that winter.

" Mister Zhao, you met the wrong person." Sahut Xue then with a sharp voice.

The moonlight shone on Xue Xue Xue's face, reflecting the night light from the lantern on the edge of the lake.

"Summer and colder seasons alternate on green mountains, white snow drifts and vanishes when it meets light, a lonely person shrinks in a million ways and comes home sometimes ignorant of the way. You think this lost girl is God?" Xue Xue chuckled as if Zhao Juren was giving him a lot of jokes.

"You've been hoping for the wrong person. Not always what you see strong has power. Maybe what you see is just a twig that turns out to be attached to just live, waiting for a broken if without anyone wrapped around it. Is that power? In the past, kings were gods. But now, the king was only a master who was no longer terrifying. What do you expect from a stone between the earth and the vast, boundless sky? I'm just part of the sad politics that lurks behind the word of the enforcer of justice in this sinful world. And I'm sure you're a chess player walking on the same piece. We are but the victims of a thousand ambitions that topple our faces to hide the defilements of others."

Zhao Juren was stunned, behind that innocent cold face, Xue Xue was certainly not an insightful person, she was able to convey an allusion in her lament that clearly weighed down half of her soul.

"I know you can do anything, this war won't end if we don't stop it. You know the hardness of heart of His Highness Yan Yue and the cruelty of King Nan Chen, your brother. Children die from disease and lack of food, parents do not have the water to just bargain thirst, for food sometimes a wife is forced to sell themselves, to get rice life, to get the rice,expecting husband back. A husband full of ambition to fight and then who came home only names, temples too early bleached like ice because of grief and fatigue. The world is full of obstacles, years of war and we are the most responsible for all those deaths. The longer I don't want wealth and glory, the poorer and lower the basket. I can only go home to Yanzhie if I can make His Highness Yan Yue and King Nan Chen stop the dispute between these two countries."

Xue Xue did not flinch at the words spoken by Zhao Juren and then a line of smiles was drawn at the corners of her lips.

"We are only tools for the political train. I think you know very well how dangerous it is to be on the front lines of war but the politics in the palace are sometimes more terrible than cutting people's throats. Politics is almost as exciting as war and just as dangerous. In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times even down to your descendants. Don't tell me you don't know that." Xue Xue looked at Zhao Juren's face to find confidence in the face of the man who no longer looked polished lipstick.

"What do you mean, Xue Xue?"

A moment of Xue Xue sighed with a slight hesitation before then sighing loudly.

"Can I trust you, Zhao Juren?" He asked in a worried voice, under his sharp gaze at Zhao Juren's eyes.

"I'm not a person who likes to promise, but about holding trust, I'm also not a person who likes to miss." Zhao Juren.

"My brother Chen and I aren't really powerful people, we're puppets in bigger political hostages. My brother is a king who amuses himself in dozens of women and I am a toy in an iron mask, what can you expect from us?"