Chapter 3310 He is not worthy of being our child!
"Are you scared?"
Arslan sneered, "If you're afraid, why don't you ask your father for help?"
Zhu Chengjun was hung in the air by Su He's collar. He was already a little breathless at this time. In addition, he was tired and scared all day, and his spirit was at its limit. When he saw the tragedy on the battlefield, he was even more terrified and subconsciously shouted towards the battlefield.
"father--"
"Your Highness!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, interrupting his shout.
Zhu Chengjun subconsciously turned around and saw Wen Bieyu, who was being held back by other soldiers, looking up at him with red eyes. He shook his head vigorously and said, "Your Highness, you can't shout!"
Zhu Chengjun was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
At this moment, he only wanted his father to know that he had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and wanted his father to quickly rescue him from this hell. He had completely forgotten his original intention of not revealing his own name and impersonating Wen Bieyu. The child trembled and said, "I, I want to go back."
Wen Bieyu said loudly: "Your Highness, you can't shout. If you shout, the army will be in chaos, and your father will be in chaos too."
“…”
"Have you forgotten why you refused to tell me your name before?"
“…”
"Your Highness, please think about it!"
These words were like a bolt from the blue in Zhu Chengjun's chaotic mind, instantly bringing him back to a state of clarity.
That’s right, he can’t say it!
He is the prince of Yan State, the dignified King of Han. After being captured by these people, they could have killed him directly. Why did they bring him to the battlefield? Why did they let him see his father and call for help?
It is to use him to disrupt the morale of the army and even the emperor!
I have figured it out, but the fear in my heart and the real danger are two different things.
Now, he just wanted to leave the danger as soon as possible and return to the arms of his father and mother, so that he would never suffer like this again. If he didn't shout, how would they know that he was in the hands of the enemy?
He looked at Wen Bieyu tremblingly: "I, but I——"
Wen Bieyu was several years older than him, and since he had risked his life to save him, he became calmer and more resolute. He shouted, "Your Highness, you are the emperor's son. You are His Highness!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Chengjun felt a sudden tingling sensation on his back.
Yes, he is the emperor's son.
He is His Royal Highness the King of Han.
His father and mother have taught him more than once that he is a prince of the royal family supported by the people of Yan State. In normal times, he can live a life of luxury, but at such a critical moment, he needs to show the will of a prince. In the future, the people of Yan State, and even the entire Yan State, will need his protection!
Thinking of this, he clenched his fists and closed his mouth tightly.
Originally, Arslan watched the struggle of the two children as if he were watching a good show, but he did not expect that the boy named Wen Bieyu also had such a firm mind and wisdom. What he did not expect was that this child, Si Nanyan's son, who had been tortured by them to the point of bleeding and was extremely fragile, actually listened to them.
He refused to cry out anymore, or even to speak again.
Arslan suddenly felt a sense of frustration and shame. Not only had he been suppressed by Zhu Feng and the Yan Kingdom for so many years, but now, he couldn't even have a child.
This is such a huge irony!
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He stepped forward and took Zhu Chengjun's collar from Su He's hand. He lifted him up in the air like a fragile kitten and said viciously, "Call me! Call your father, Zhu Feng! Call him!"
Zhu Chengjun was shaken by him, and his collar dug deep into the injured part of his neck. The wound reopened, and blood flowed out in streams, soon staining his clothes red again.
Zhu Chengjun could no longer bear the pain and tears began to flow.
However, he bit his lower lip tightly.
His lips were bitten, and soon blood began to flow out, mixing with tears and dripping down.
But he never said a word.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Wen Bieyu was also anxious when he saw this scene. Although he knew the greater good and understood that they couldn't let Arislan get what he wanted at this time, his responsibility was to protect Zhu Chengjun by his side. Arislan was treating Zhu Chengjun like this, and he was afraid that he would torture him to death. Wen Bieyu immediately struggled to rush over to stop Arislan, but as soon as he moved, he was kicked to the ground by the soldier behind him, who stepped heavily on his back: "Little bastard, you dare to run around?"
"ah!"
Wen Bieyu screamed in pain as he was stepped on. The severe pain in his chest made him unable to suppress it and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Bie Yu!"
Zhu Chengjun also became anxious and struggled with all his strength, using his hands and feet: "Let me go, let me go!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Si Nanyan was so far away and there were even thousands of soldiers fighting in the middle, but her mother's keenness and intuition allowed her to see the familiar figure on the other side of the battlefield at a glance. Arslan was holding a child in his hand, who was struggling and fighting, and was almost suffocated by him hanging in the air.
"Cheng Jun!"
Nan Yan's eyes turned red, and she shouted and was about to spur her horse forward.
But this time, it was Zhu Feng who stood in front of her.
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him and said in panic, "Your Majesty, I saw Cheng Jun. He is right in front of us. He is in Arslan's hands. Your Majesty, we must save him! Your Majesty!"
Zhu Feng looked at her with a sullen face and said, "What can you do if you rush over now?!"
“…”
Nan Yan trembled violently.
At this time, a flash of lightning flashed above their heads again, and then, the rumbling thunder struck from the sky to the ground. They only felt that the ground was shaking, as if it was about to be overturned at any time.
And Nan Yan's mind also became clear for a moment.
What can we do if we rush over at this time?
She can't do anything.
In fact, if they went over, she could imagine that Arslan would use Chengjun and squeeze them as easily as squeezing an ant. By then, not to mention Zhu Chengjun, the whole battle would probably be a complete failure.
But--
She is a mother after all.
Nan Yan was so anxious that tears rolled down her cheeks. She choked and said, "But, that's Cheng Jun, that's our son!"
Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Of course he is our son."
As he spoke, he slowly turned his horse's head, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He passed through the countless fighting figures and looked towards the other side of the battlefield. He said word by word: "Precisely because he is our son, he should know who he is and what he should do."
“…”
"Otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of being our child!"
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