ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 85. THE GREAT WAR WILL BEGIN

Yanzhie still remained Yanzhie, the blue sky and white clouds, the gentle breeze was still as it used to be, still carrying the cold wind that reached to the bone.

The end of spring has passed, autumn is waiting for only a matter of weeks.

In the border camp, a gallant man was standing staring at the distant mountains ahead, he was Your Highness Yan Yue, this was the first time he had been on this blood and love-filled border in nearly a dozen years.

His Eminence Yan Yue pulled her dark red coat tighter to her body, the light morning breeze lifting up her charming black hair, like a rabe flying like a wave in the wind.

He was not wearing a crown, nor was he in great clothes. Only a suit of armor covered in a coat.

"Hhhhhh..." The heavy breath was exhaled reluctantly, his chest seemed to be claustrophobic for a moment exposed to all the scents of the past that had made him almost lose his life. He had also fought to die and live in this place, in order to defend the border that had always asked for life from generation to generation. Once beside him there had always been, the valiant Zhao Juren, now standing beside him was just an old tree without leaves, and not far behind him Jian Jie's bodyguard who had risen to the rank of commander of Yu's army stood like a stone, the sound of his breathing almost inaudible.

Not much had changed with this place, only that the soldiers who had fallen on the battlefield, were nowhere to be seen anymore.

"How far are we from the city of Yichen?" Asked His Eminence Yan Yue with his flat voice.

"About 800 Li again Your Majesty." Replied Jian Jie.

His Eminence Yan Yue nodded her head slightly, her eyes far away bursting into the distance tracing the wilderness and behind the orange-colored mountain range due to the color of the rest of the slapped dried leaves.

This king decided to descend himself to the Yanshan border, the war has not yet been announced but His Highness Yan Yue brought a Hundred thousand troops with him and planned a temporary headquarters in the city of Liangsu province adjacent to the Yanshan border.

"I must reclaim the city that was guarded 6 generations before me, and the city that has risked the life of my brother, Juren. I must return Yanzhie's old legacy to its place." His Eminence Yan Yue hugged her own body, turning her head at their camp that was hundreds of meters away.

"Let the Niang Army occupying the old city know, if I were in Liangsu with my troops, I wonder what king Chen's response would be to this." His Majesty said to Lian Ju.

In the city of King Yanbei, the palace council only knew, the king of Yan Yue was on his first trip outside the palace towards Yanzhie's southern province of Liangsu, but the real plan of His Highness Yan Yue was to intimidate Niang's troops in Yichen city who were now locking the city.

"This war is bound to happen again, but I'm waiting for the right time..." Yan Yue stepped her feet towards the camp, her steps wide and dashing.

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On the twentieth day of autumn of that year, the moon behind the window was very round and red, like a first-class kumala stone disk.

Among the wutong trees outside the hall, flying innumerable fireflies, a bluish glow twinkled, lightly swirling around. It rained hard this afternoon.

The entire imperial palace was cold and desolate, everywhere hung a thick curtain of white, pale candles replacing the lanterns of the past, emitting a clear aura.

Prince Yuhuai followed a bodyguard, slowly walking, The Yang Palace the prime minister's residence was so big and spacious.

Prince Yuhuai set his lamgkah with a raised face, the atmosphere of the prime minister's palace always made him shudder, for some reason.

Yang Palace is a private area that is untouched, completely unchanged, wutong trees lined with long rows not look beautiful but even memorable scary.

"What did the prime minister call me?" Yuhuai asked slightly annoyedly, she had just arrived from out of town and her in-laws call felt so urgent.

"Hamba doesn't know, Lord Prince. Servants are only told to pick up the master and mistress immediately." The bodyguard replied without turning his head, he continued to walk through the edge of the lotus pool covered in dim night light, the long sound of the tongue-in-cheek.

Prime Minister Yang Liujun, calm-faced, his smile always adorned the corners of his lips, his eyebrows thin with a garish pleasant face. He was so disinclined in Niangxi as regent. He is counted as the uncle of Yuhuai, the previous king was the half-brother of Prime Minister Yang. They have blood ties, because Prime Minister Yang was born from a 5th generation king's concubine.

"Welcome, my son-in-law..." Prime Minister Yang Liujun's smile was wide but bland, his laughter was not as smooth as it sounded.

Nan Yuhuai knew very well, the prime minister's face held two sides, the smile was fake, because of the cold wrath in his store behind the calm surface of his face. He is a man who can kill while laughing.

Prime Minister Yang, sitting under a pale-colored tent, with no bodyguards nearby, was calmly sitting on his own as if there had never been a threat in his life, on one side there is a small table of ebony, while on both sides are placed small pads to sit on, on the table was a pot of green kumala stone and two sparkling white wine cups.

"Dad!" Yang Xiwu, Nan Yuhuai's wife rushed before the father with a spoiled look. Prime Minister Yang greeted him with a hug, a sight that sometimes made Nan Yuhuai feel disgusted, his wife acted like a ten-year-old girl, never growing up with her father.

"My son, why else would your face be like a sour persimmon?" Asked Prime Minister Yang Xiwu, his thin brows rose to form a frown.

"Dad, big brother Yuhuai left me for a week, he hasn't even slept with me for how long..." His fingers were outstretched in both hands, very upset.

"Mmmm..." Prime Minister Yang raised his face, instantly his warm face turned cold like embers dying in the snowstorm.

"Go to your mother, I'll talk to your husband!" Flat talk.

Yang Xiwu, the childish woman glared in satisfaction looking at the moment her husband who stood my feet in front of her father. Then after stomping his feet he walked inside, followed by his half-dozen servants.

The mosquito net of thin silk danced in the wind, often sweeping the empty main hall soaring and silent, the silvery-white Prime Minister's hair dangling waving, he stood up slowly, he stood up, his body was taller than it looked, wearing a deep purple brocade robe, dialelaki elder with good taste.

"Yuhuo..." His voice sounded heavy and different.

"Do you know why I'm calling you tonight?" Asked Prime Minister Yang Liujun later.

Prince Nan Yuhuai did not reply, he waited for the next sentence, with unblinking eyes. Nan Yuhuai knew very well, it was not just about Yang Xiwu's whining that made him stand in front of the prime minister tonight. But there is another more serious matter!

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