Chapter 138: The Hongmen Banquet (2)
Looking at Wu Yao again, he still had a dazed expression. Zhao Ziyan sighed softly in his heart, thinking that perhaps this was still difficult for Wu Yao to understand, but even if he couldn't understand it, it was understandable.
Zhao Ziyin turned around, looked into the distance again, and said: "No matter who it is, there is a reason for what he does, and it is because of this reason that he will decide what he will do."
Wu Yao looked at Zhao Ziyan blankly. It’s not that he didn’t understand what he said, but the shock was too sudden and he couldn’t recover for a while. It felt like... everything was going well, but suddenly something unexpected happened, and this change seemed impossible to accept.
In fact, the reason why Zhao Ziyin is so indifferent, accepting and understanding is because he has seen it all from beginning to end. Even if he did those shocking things for a selfish reason, he felt that there was nothing wrong, at least you paid; however, what Zhao Ziyin cares about is not Zhao Ziheng's behavior and efforts, but the person Zhao Ziheng did it for, regardless of whether it is worth it, but will that person really understand Zhao Ziheng's intentions? Can she give Zhao Ziheng the same response? If Zhao Ziheng finds that everything he has paid is in vain, or even wishful thinking, what will Zhao Ziheng feel?
Zhao Ziyin let out a long sigh and suddenly felt a blockage in his chest. If that was the case, Zhao Ziyin felt that he could not imagine the result, let alone Zhao Ziheng's mood, but he was sure that Zhao Ziheng would completely collapse; there was a reason why Zhao Ziyin thought so. He was very clear about the importance of Yinyin to Zhao Ziheng, especially since Zhao Ziheng was infected with the double soul-devouring insect. The reason why he could hold on until now was entirely because he wanted to seize the last chance and use the last bit of time left to him by God to pave the way for the future. Although he didn't know how much he could do, Zhao Ziyin was sure that as long as he had a breath left, everything Zhao Ziheng did would still be for one person, the woman he regarded as more important than his own life.
What is love? Zhao Ziyin is still confused. He wants to touch it but also wants to stay away from it. He wants to touch it because there is such a person around him, and he wants to stay away from it because he has witnessed Zhao Ziheng's relationship. There may be nothing wrong in loving someone, but is it necessary to love someone to the point of sacrificing oneself? If there is only one person left, will the living person still feel happy? Even though Zhao Ziyin is not very clear, and most people think that as long as they are alive, they will be happy, he does not think so. If it is really based on love, then happiness is a matter for two people. If Zhao Ziheng sacrificed himself and kept Yinyin, he might think that he was happy, at least he sacrificed for the one he loved, but would Yinyin think so? Will she live for him? Or choose to die together for him?
For a long time, Zhao Ziyin and Wu Yao did not speak, each immersed in their own world of thought...
Until Wu Yao suddenly realized, his confused eyes suddenly became bright, and he asked: "Does the emperor love that person very much?"
Hearing this, Zhao Ziyin's eyes suddenly became a little melancholy, and he replied: "That person is everything to him."
In his heart, Zhao Ziyu thought that Zhao Ziheng's feelings for Yin Yin might be more than just love, it was a feeling that went beyond love.
"What about that person? Does she love the emperor as well?" Wu Yao asked again.
Zhao Ziyin was obviously surprised by this question. He turned sideways to look at Wu Yao again and found that Wu Yao's expression was much calmer than before, and even more determined. Zhao Ziyin didn't quite understand where Wu Yao's determination came from, but it was obvious that he wanted to know the answer. To be honest, even Zhao Ziyin himself didn't know the answer to the question Wu Yao asked. Of course, he hoped that person could love Zhao Ziheng as much as he loved her. Only in this way would he feel that everything Zhao Ziheng had given was worth it. Love must be equal.
Zhao Ziyin turned around and murmured: "I don't know."
Wu Yao didn't seem surprised by Zhao Ziyan's answer, because he noticed Zhao Ziyan's melancholy, but not knowing was better than having no answer, at least there was still hope.
After a moment of silence, Wu Yao asked again: "Is the person the general is talking about Princess Zhaoren of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who is known as the 'World's No. 1 Dancer'?"
"Shouldn't you have known this a long time ago?" Zhao Ziyu said calmly.
He should have known it a long time ago, but Wu Yao just didn't think about it that way. He calmed down and recalled the past: first, in Weicheng, when he rescued Yinyin from a group of assassins , Zhao Ziheng's reaction was a little abnormal. It was more affectionate than abnormal. That was the first time Wu Yao saw Zhao Ziheng, who usually had no expression and seldom showed emotions, have that kind of expression. It was the kind of affection and concentration when he looked at Yinyin. It was not the affection he would show to ordinary people, which meant that Yinyin was a special existence to him; secondly, there was always an indescribable melancholy between Zhao Ziheng's brows. Whenever Zhao Ziheng showed sadness that echoed with that melancholy, it was information about Yinyin. Wu Yao only noticed it until now; finally, in the Dongfang Xiyuan murder case, the suspect that Zhao Ziheng overly shielded was Yinyin. At first, Wu Yao also thought that Zhao Ziheng did not want to jump to conclusions before the case was fully investigated. He shielded the innocent to avoid the death of an innocent person. He didn't expect it to be for this reason. It's not difficult to understand, isn't it? Putting aside the fact that Yin Yin was the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty , the fact that Zhao Ziheng actually placed her in his own bedroom should be enough to guess the relationship between the two.
