Chapter 120: Double Soul Devouring Gu (3)
From Wang Ye's words, Zhao Ziyin came to a conclusion, that Zhao Ziheng did not like fighting. This discovery made Zhao Ziyin unacceptable, but at the same time he felt it was natural. The conflicting feelings made him silent.
It was unknown how long it took before Zhao Ziyin slowly spoke: "Father plans to go to the battle with Lian Guo."
"King Zhenhou, you are a very suitable candidate."
Wang Ye said this calmly, and his tone showed satisfaction, but no one knew what he was thinking about; however, from what Zhao Ziyan said, even if it indicated that Zhao Ziheng would not participate in this battle, wouldn't it be a good thing?
"Is the emperor in good health?"
"Well, he's stable, I guess. He had fallen asleep when I left just now."
Talking about Zhao Ziheng's physical condition is a constant topic between the two of them, but they are very cautious, as if they are afraid of touching on something, making this topic both a common topic for them and also their most taboo topic.
"Things seem to have been getting worse since she disappeared."
Zhao Ziyu murmured. Although he didn't want to touch this most sensitive topic, he still mentioned it because it was the fact, even if he didn't want to admit it; for them who were always nervous, it was necessary to relieve some fatigue, and the most effective way was to mention someone, but it was also the heaviest.
This time it was Wang Ye's turn to remain silent. Wang Ye did not deny what Zhao Ziyan said, but he did not admit it either. The only thing was that it was an indisputable fact that Zhao Ziheng's physical condition had been deteriorating.
"Can you cure him?"
Zhao Ziyin asked Wang Ye in a calm tone, as if he knew something, but his calm attitude made it hard to tell what was going on. Who knew that the calmer he was, the more his attitude was completely opposite to his innermost feelings? His calm appearance was just a cover-up for his inner uneasiness.
In response, Wang Ye smiled bitterly, his mouth twitching slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed a little depressed. After a moment, he finally spoke: "I thought I could do it before, but I found out not long ago that it was impossible. The existence of that kind of thing was surprising. I didn't expect that the truth was more serious than I imagined. Not to mention finding a way, I'm afraid I can't even contain it."
Listening to Wang Ye's words, Zhao Ziyin felt his heart sink to the bottom of the valley. He wanted to laugh, to laugh at Wang Ye's cruel conclusion, to laugh at fate playing such tricks on people, is it destiny? Zhao Ziyin couldn't come up with an answer, maybe yes, maybe not, it didn't seem to matter anymore, the important thing was that what had happened couldn't be changed at all; suddenly, Zhao Ziyin looked up and closed his eyes tightly, so that the tears that had already overflowed would not flow out. Men don't shed tears easily, let alone people like Zhao Ziyin? Just thinking of Zhao Ziheng, Zhao Ziyin still couldn't control his emotions.
"Why??"
Zhao Ziyin opened his eyes and stared into the distance. No, it should be said that he didn't know where the focus of his eyes was. He said angrily. It was not difficult to hear from his tone that he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. Was it unwillingness? Or resentment? None of them. Maybe even Zhao Ziyin himself couldn't explain his feelings at the moment. He just wanted to vent, but he couldn't do it.
Why? Wang Ye certainly knew what Zhao Ziyin wanted to say. From his expression, it could be seen that Wang Ye also wanted to ask "why", but he had no answer. He believed that no one would know the answer, so he would be no exception.
"He has paid so much, but what has he gained? Why is God so cruel to him? He has always devoted himself without hesitation, but he still cannot have what he wants the most. Now even his life is being taken away in such a cruel way. What is his fault? Because he is cruel? Because he has killed too many people? But there are people who are more cruel than him, why does this happen to him?"
Zhao Ziyin roared, venting in his own way. Yes, he was venting, clearly stating words that he would never say in normal times. Was he expressing injustice to God? His heart seemed to be shouting, not afraid that his words and actions were blasphemy against God, because only in this way could he feel better.
This was the first time Wang Ye had seen Zhao Ziyin like this. Compared to his usual calmness, Zhao Ziyin a mad lion, which did not match his usual image. However, Wang Ye felt that he envied Zhao Ziyin for being able to vent in this way. He envied Zhao Ziyin from the bottom of his heart. He envied Zhao Ziyin for at least being able to vent in this way, while he himself? It seemed that he had never had this experience before. To be more precise, he had never had this experience before.
Does Wang Ye not care about Zhao Ziheng? Of course he cares, he cares beyond imagination, as of now, Zhao Ziheng's existence in his heart has already exceeded his imagination; because he cares, Wang Ye feels more guilty, this guilt beyond all makes him feel like a crime he has committed, a crime he dare not admit; Wang Ye has never asked himself in his heart once, is what he did really right? Is he really qualified to control a person, yes, control, the more extraordinary the status of the person being controlled, the more significant the effect, like Zhao Ziheng is the best example, therefore, Zhao Ziheng has endured pain and torture that ordinary people cannot bear, and he is like a turtle shrinking to the side; in the eyes of outsiders, he always seems noble, only Wang Ye himself knows that he is not noble, on the contrary, he is extremely despicable and cruel, "Why doesn't God give him even a little grace at this time?"
Zhao Ziyu gradually lowered his voice, which was proof of the growing grief in his heart.
