Su Yang buried her face in Jing Cheng's chest, sobbing and sobbing. Her voice was like that of a small animal that had been bullied. She didn't dare to make a sound and could only lick her own wounds in grievance.
Jing Cheng looked out the window. A few clouds floated in the blue sky, and a few orioles perched on the branches of a pear tree, chirping.
Spring had arrived in Jianzhou City, but there had never been spring in the Northern Desert.
There was only the endless cold and northern wind, and a desolate desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sand and dust that filled the sky sang a sad and stirring poem, and there was not a single green plant to be found.
Over time, even people's hearts gradually became desolate.
He thought that he wouldn't become one of those people, because in the bustling Jianzhou City, there was a person waiting for his return, waiting to put on a red wedding dress for him and walk into the wedding hall with him holding the red silk.
He had fantasized a lot about the day of his triumphant return, how he would marry him with outstanding military achievements, and how he would become the most honorable and dazzling existence in the Great Ming.
No matter how arrogant Tao Ziyu was, as long as he was willing to stay by his side and not let him be alone, he was willing to give up everything.
Whether it was glory, splendor, wealth, or tens of thousands of miles of land and mountains, as long as Tao Ziyu wanted it, he would give it to him with both hands, even if he had to fight with his life.
Unfortunately, such a humble wish came to nothing in the end.
He was ambushed by the assassins sent by Jing Qian and his son, and was seriously injured. Although he didn't die immediately, his injury was extremely dangerous. He wanted to see the young man he was worried about at the last moment, but what he got was a ridiculous contract termination letter.
The young man's flamboyant handwriting was wantonly written on the white rice paper. Every word was like a sharp thorn that pierced into his chest, riddled with holes and bleeding endlessly.
His dignity was completely trampled on, and the initiator was the boy he had raised to the heavens all these years.
Who in the entire Great Ming Dynasty did not know that the Fifth Prince, Jing Cheng, was a homosexual who protected the eldest son of the Tao Family as if he was the apple of his eye. At his age, he should have been a father. An old cow like him actually vainly attempted to meddle with this young bamboo shoot that had just broken through the ground. It was truly contemptible.
In order to be worthy of Tao Ziyu, Jing Cheng embarked on the northern expedition alone. However, it was also because of this choice that he completely cut off all ties with Tao Ziyu. The heavens were toying with him.
Tao Ziyu's actions not only gave him a slap in the face, but also made him understand that if he wanted to keep someone, he didn't need to be gentle, patient, or indulgent. What he needed was absolute power, a power that made it impossible for the other party to escape.
The young man who was sobbing in his arms was the grandson of a first-rank general in the imperial court. He was the legitimate son of the Minister of the Imperial Court. Even if he was compared to the royal descendants, he would not lose out to them. However, he had become a canary in his cage.
Why?
Naturally, it was because he was strong enough!
This was the law of the world. The winner was king and the loser was a bandit. If he had returned from the Mobei Dynasty in defeat like a stray dog, what kind of situation would he be in now?
Tao Yunfeng, that old fox, would definitely surrender to the Emperor and beat him while he was down, completely cutting off his official career. Although the Wu father and daughter would feel guilty, they would still protect Tao Ziyu and resolutely annul this marriage. From then on, the grudges between them would disappear and they would no longer have anything to do with each other.
As for him, Jing Cheng, he would become the laughingstock of the entire capital. He would be ridiculed by the people of the world and become the topic of conversation in the streets and alleys.
This was reality. This was human nature.
Everything that he had now, whether it was the respected position above tens of thousands of people, the reverence and worship of all the people of the Great Ming Dynasty, or the unique treasure in his arms, had all been exchanged with his life. He took it with a clear conscience and a clear conscience. Who could say anything about it?
He ignored the trace of pity that had sprouted in his heart and forcefully lifted Su Yang's chin. He coldly threatened, "If you cry again, this prince will immediately have Wu Mama executed. Don't you love eating the pear blossom cakes she made? If she dies, you won't be able to eat them anymore. "
"No, don't. You have to kill Wu Mama somewhere else. Please don't …"
Su Yang was originally crying uncontrollably. Hearing this, he quickly shook his head. Tears silently fell from his red eyes. He looked even more pitiful than before.
Jing Cheng's heart suddenly softened. He reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He practiced martial arts all year round, so his fingertips had a layer of rough calluses. The skin on Su Yang's face was soft and smooth. How could it withstand his ravaging? It immediately turned red.
Su Yang hissed in pain as his tears fell even harder. He said aggrievedly, "You, how can you be so bad." He cried as he accused, "Not only do you want to harm Wu Mama, you even bully me. I hate you, I hate you!"
As he spoke, he struggled to get out of his arms. How could Jing Cheng let go? He hurriedly trapped him in his arms. After holding back for a long time, he could not say anything nice. He could only stiffly say,
"This prince did not mean to hurt you. If you are angry, you can just punch This prince to vent your anger."
Su Yang stopped and blinked his watery eyes to size him up. However, he found that it was not easy to hit him. This person's skin was thick and his health was high. If he were to hit him, he would definitely be the one to feel pain!
He softly snorted, "I won't hit you. I want to go home. I want to find my mother!"
Jing Cheng narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked, "You want to leave so badly? Did This prince not treat you well?"
Su Yang's eyes stared straight. To think he had the nerve to ask. Wasn't it obvious whether he treated him well or not?
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