Chapter 831 It’s better not to die, it’s suffering to be alive
The monk leaned on the ground and said bitterly, "Just wait and see. Given our young prince's temper, this punch he gave me today is just an appetizer. There's more to come."
"But it doesn't matter. As long as we take Kyoto, we won't have failed the prince. Even if we risk our lives, we'll still have made a difference."
The scholar nodded in agreement. The monk said in a strange tone, "The worst case scenario is Xu Yu."
"At most, we'll be dragged out and beheaded. As for Xu Yu..."
"Maybe he'll have to be whipped for 9981 days, unable to live or die. Maybe the young prince will even have to do it himself, making it difficult for him to even die."
The scholar originally wanted to say that it was not necessary to do so, but then he thought about the countless insults Xu Yu had been forced to bear in the royal city, and he couldn't help but laugh a few times with mixed feelings.
"Before that, I'll probably be scolded and my spine will be stabbed into pieces."
The fat pig looked in the water mirror and found that he was not human either inside or outside.
When it comes to the most miserable one, Xu Yu must have been the first to bear the brunt.
The monk sighed: "It's said that the young prince has chosen Brother Xu. This title of brother is really not for nothing. A brother is someone who can take on responsibilities and is a real man!"
"I'm convinced. Quite convinced."
The scholar didn't know how to respond, his face twitching with frustration. He carried the unconscious Jiang Yubai to the soft couch and laid him down. Just as he was about to divide the work with the monk to keep an eye on Jiang Yubai, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside the tent: "Where is the young prince?"
The monk turned around and looked at the scholar, and surprise flashed in both of their eyes.
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Mr. Xue saw Jiang Yubai who seemed to be sleeping soundly. A look of relief quickly passed across his dusty face.
"Finally I caught up..."
After Mr. Xue finished speaking, he covered his mouth nervously, fearing that he would wake Jiang Yubai up.
Unexpectedly, the monk said calmly, "Don't worry, sir. He was knocked unconscious and won't wake up for a while."
Mr. Xue: “…”
We were just a little late, and the fight had already started?
Mr. Xue couldn't hide his fear: "The young prince knows? He knows everything?"
The scholar said with a bitter face: "How can you not guess?"
"Before the master arrived, we were already thinking about what would be the most pleasant way to die."
In any case, Jiang Yubai cannot leave the army at this time.
Otherwise, not only will all your efforts be wasted, but the complexity of the matter will double.
The war lasted for a long time and the people suffered greatly.
As long as the war continues, the amount of military pay and food consumed will be huge, and the people will be forced to endure one more day in the hellfire prison, and the vitality they are forced to consume will also be further suffered from which it will be difficult to recover.
But to be fair, if they had come to this point, in front of the world and their father, they would choose to go back without hesitation.
It is indeed a man's ambition to hold power over the world, but compared with his biological father, there is only one father, so what is the importance of the world?
The monk was still sitting on the ground. Mr. Xue was originally a very serious and steady person.
But he was exhausted from the long journey day and night. He simply sat down on the ground, his arms and legs limp, and said bitterly, "Of course I know this is too cruel for the young prince."
"But this is the prince's wish. What can you and I do?"
The old prince’s lifelong wish lies here, and the opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish is right before his eyes.
If something goes wrong at this time, you will die with regret.
Even if they die, they must do everything they can to reassure the old prince.
Mr. Xue rubbed his face, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, and said hoarsely, "When I arrived, I had already received accurate information from the royal city. The civil unrest in the city can be quelled soon. The obstacles that the prince wants to clear are almost gone. The rest is up to us."
Kyoto must be taken as soon as possible.
During this period, Jiang Yubai must also be kept under watch.
Mr. Xue looked at his beloved student with an unbearable pain in his heart, clenched his fists and said, "Your Highness means that there is no need to look back, just keep moving forward."
"If, by divine blessing, father and son have a chance to meet again, Your Highness will go to Kyoto in person. If that is the case..."
"If fate does not favor us, we will help the young prince ascend the throne at all costs. Xu Yu will escort Zixiao's coffin back to the capital and send the prince to the imperial mausoleum in Kyoto."
There was no need to think too much about the deep meaning behind these words; everyone present understood it clearly.
The old prince didn't think he had a chance to enter Kyoto alive...
The deathly silence weighed heavily on the hearts of several people. The monk suddenly turned over and climbed up, rubbing his burning face, and said through gritted teeth: "It's already like this, what are you waiting for?"
"Dry!"
"I'm going to go out and reorganize the troops. Let's take Kyoto as quickly as possible!"
Even if the old prince couldn't walk himself, they would still rush thousands of miles to meet him!
The monk lifted the tent curtain and rushed out. The scholar looked at Mr. Xue hesitantly: "Sir?"
"The Right Commander will go."
Mr. Xue sat next to Jiang Yubai and said solemnly, "I'll just guard this side of the young prince."
"I brought him a letter from the prince when I came. He will understand after reading it."
The tent became quiet again. The only thing that couldn't be untied was the knot between Jiang Yubai's eyebrows.
When the scholar went out, he found that Sang Yanyou and Xu Mingyang had also come with Mr. Xue.
These two guys didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and were surrounding Liang Ren, asking him about a big incident that happened in Kyoto a few days ago.
Xu Mingyang had a subtle expression on his face that was difficult to describe.
Sang Yanyou was quite interested. "General, are you saying that my father woke up to find a circle of bloody dead heads surrounding his bed, and that he was so frightened that he almost died?"
Scholar: “…”
Liang Ren: “…”
I had heard before that this young master was often neglected and mistreated at home because of his illegitimate status.
The relationship between this father and son has actually reached the point of life and death?
Facing the two's surprised looks, Sang Yanyou shrugged nonchalantly, spreading his hands and saying quite bluntly, "I've actually only seen my father a few times since I was a kid. Every time I saw him, he was either beating me or about to kick me."
The reason he had grown up without being kicked to death by his biological father was thanks to his biological mother who always risked her life to block most of the kicks for him, and the other part was simply because he was lucky.
Otherwise, his father would have kicked at least three of him to death with one kick.
Liang Ren thought that this was not surprising.
Sang Yanyou rubbed his hands excitedly: "So how is my father now? Can he be saved?"
Liang Ren suppressed a smile and said, "He was saved, but unfortunately he had already shown signs of a stroke during the house raid, and after this shock, he's said to be in poor condition and has been bedridden for a long time."
I can't live well if I live, and I can't die if I die.
This situation must have been something that General Sang could never have imagined before, but now it has become a reality before him.
Others may not be able to recognize the identities of those bloody heads, and there is no way to trace their origins.
But the frightened people could tell at a glance that they were all people secretly sent by the Sang family to Lingnan to look for Sang Zhixia.
This was a return gift from Xu Yu from thousands of miles away.
Xu Mingyang was originally worried that Sang Yanyou would be sad, but unexpectedly, this kid was more excited than him. He was so happy that it didn't seem like his father had become a paraplegic, but rather as if his father had won the top spot in the imperial examination.
Sang Yanyou sighed endlessly and said, "It's better not to die. Living is suffering."
"My dad is the kind of person who regrets every day of his life why he didn't drown me and my sister together. He is immersed in irreversible pain every moment. That's what makes life worth living!"
Xu Mingyang poked Sang Yanyou's arm uncertainly and whispered, "Are you really not pretending?"
"Are you really happy or not sad?"
"Why am I sad?"
Sang Yanyou chuckled a few times and said strangely, "It's not like he's already dead and I need to wear mourning clothes. What's there to be sad about?"
"If I were to be frightened to death once, I would be really sad."
The dead can't see anything.
If he can't force these people who have trampled on his life and death countless times to look up, why would he risk his life?
He followed Mr. Xue to Kyoto because he was afraid that his father would not have the chance to see him again.
Xu Mingyang felt relieved after confirming that this person was not forcing a smile.
Sang Yanyou thought about it and suddenly hooked his arm around Xu Mingyang's shoulder, mumbling, "What do you think I should say to look impressive when I see my dad?"
Xu Mingyang: “…”
Xu Mingyang swallowed his saliva and said delicately, "What do you want to say?"
“As for me…”
Sang Yanyou chuckled and said coldly: "I want to say..."
"Dad, I'm back."
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