ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 80. Let's Promise

Zhao Juren grimaced before a spicy hard wine slid down her throat, like a burning hot charcoal, a streak of heavy wind blew into the vast hall, the heavy curtains slowly swaying, the, like the broad sleeves of a female dancer in the palace hall, rhythmic and heart touching.

Zhao Juren's eyes were slightly blank, his countenance was handsome, yet somewhat sad, his cheeks were thin, his eyes seemed to be thickly misty, under the dim candlelight, his strands of hair were glittering, he said,

In the reguknya hot rice wine as if to drown the heartburn because of the sadness in his stomach.

"Mother, I don't know. Why does the sky so much not want us both connected destiny in this world, even death beguiles us. You chose to die probably because you heard that I was no longer in the world, unfortunately when you tried to catch up with me death betrayed me. What karma have we done in our previous lives so that there is no way for us to meet well." Zhao Juren put her hand into the crate and held her mother's icy fingers.

On the slip a buyao of gold carved small grass flowers.

"I took this buyao from my mother's room long ago, when she was still the queen mother. I thought this item was so valuable that mom kept it carefully in mom's jewelry box. I even plan to give it to the woman I make my wife later." Zhao Juren grinned widely, her eyes suddenly dewy.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity that stole this from mom, now I'm giving it back. It's possible, it's a gift from someone you miss." Zhao Juren clenched her stiff fingers but the fingers did not budge.

"Let's promise, mother. When we meet in another life, don't just make me a guest in your womb. Make me your son. Although we may live as birds, as grass or as rocks, I just want to be your son once more and live in love by you."  In his heart that was like water inundated, suddenly appeared those longing sentences, like a stone, slowly breaking the calm surface of the lake.

“Do not deceive me again, mother. I can't promise I can live it if mom tricked me again in another life”.

Zhao Juren looked up, looking at the painting of Empress Dowager Zhao Li Sui on the stage where the coffin was placed, the mother's face facing her, as if alive, as if, he looked at the person he was most in disdain for in his childhood and said with trembling lips, expressionless, “In the nine corners of Yanzhie, all the places are full of blood and icy cold flowers, mother, mother, you only control a part of this country that you imagine is a place that you can pass on to me. Did you know that this is a very naive way of thinking? I don't want a country this big. I just want a mother who loves me."

Zhao Juren looked at another cup of rice wine, then poured another cup of wine and poured it on the floor, slowly she said, “Mother, I cannot be like you”.

He woke up with a shunt and slowly closed the heavy stone chest.

"I've seen you, I've seen everything I want to see. Go mom, wherever you want, I won't bother you anymore. I'm not gonna arrest you. I'm no one who can make you stay while I prove that I can also be the kid you're proud of." A single point of clear globules fell through the corner of his sharp eyes. She did not want to cry, but sometimes tears would fall without asking.

"Just go, go as you please, mother, with the wind, with the snow, with whatever pleases you, until we meet in the next life, I wait for you to call me, my son. Holding me dearly and longingly."

Zhao Juren got up, turned around and left, the tip of her robe swept away the extremely fine dust in the hall, every step of hers was so sturdy, strong and vibrant, calm and level-headed, candlelight shining down on her back, the wide one casts a very long shadow on the floor.

Behind his body, stood rows of spirit boards of the Zhao Nobles family he had once called his grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt, and spirit boards from the previous generation, the Zhao Ancestor. He only bowed for a moment, then continued in his footsteps.

Li Jin's pair of eyes, looking at him silently from behind the candlelight, looked at Zhao Juren who stepped out of the hall while throwing the wine cup in his hand into the darkness that greeted him.

He had to uncover the mystery in the disputed old city of the two kingdoms before he returned to Niangxi to meet Xue Xue, at least he was sorry for leaving the woman with no strings attached.

"Gentleman where are you going?" li Jin asked as he followed Zhao Juren's long steps, through the back door of the hall, away from the surroundings of Zhao's noble palace.

"Li Jin, has anyone changed my position now?" Zhao Juren asked without answering Li Jin's question to her.

"I mean sir?"

"Who was Yanzhie's war general who replaced me?"

"Nothing, sir."

"none? How could? shouldn't the military have a leader?" Zhao Juren stopped her steps, her forehead wrinkled sharply.

"Your Majesty Yan Yue has not appointed anyone until now to replace you, not even your three war representatives recommended him to be the new general. The Council has proposed some potential names, but His Majesty has not given consent." Li Jin replied long and wide.

"Why?"

"Because, His Highness Yan Yue proposed to take over all the YU forces under the leadership of field commander Jian Jie."

"What does that mean? Why did His Majesty take over directly? He's a king..." Zhao Juren was stunned as if she was thinking.

"Your Majesty Yan Yue has announced that he will descend directly into the battlefield to fight over the old city of Yichen and expel Niang's forces from the Yanshan border. He'll go down alone lead your army!"

Zhao Juren gasped at Li Jin's words. A king doesn't have to go down alone to war because it's very dangerous.

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