Chapter 211: As a Father, Be Gentle

Xiong Zhen's another remark caused Yang Ye's overflowing aura to instantly retract inward.

His expression showed a hint of defeat.

His originally unmatched strength, at this moment, had turned into even more helplessness.

After Xiong Zhen's analysis, it instantly suppressed Yang Ye's inner dissatisfaction, dominance, and surging indignation.

Such things, at this time, also forced Yang Ye to lose all ability to retort.

You don't want to believe my words about the years, but surely you won't refute Jun'er's words, right?

Jun'er is a good child; he has suffered these years.

When you were guarding the borders for Yun Fengyun, he meanwhile endured all kinds of suspicion, neglect, mockery, and suppression in the capital.

He is a child, yet his own heart knows better than anyone who is most likely to harm him, and he also worries more about you, fearing you might be harmed.

He pays attention to everything; otherwise, how would he know Yun Fengyun's period of weakness?

Xiong Zhen spoke again, his voice full of strong dissatisfaction.

Brother Yang, don't you also think that Jun'er is just a child, yet he understands Yun Fengyun's weakness so well?

Isn't this his unavoidable way of self-preservation?

Although he holds the title of Prince Consort, in fact, isn't he also living under others' roofs, monitored everywhere, having to be careful at all times, afraid of making a mistake and being punished?

His knowing Yun Fengyun's weakness is clearly something he exchanged with blood and tears!

Brother Yang, can you imagine him every day being cautious, seeking survival amidst fear?

Xiong Zhen spoke again, every word hitting Yang Ye's heart.

Yang Jun is Yang Ye's reverse scale; no one can lightly touch it.

Not even Yun Fengyun can!

For the Yun imperial dynasty, he has guarded the borders for many years.

Yet, toward his own child, he has not been able to fulfill the duty of best care.

In the end, it is still his own child who knows best that danger is approaching.

Brother Yang, for nothing else, just for the child's sake, shouldn't you also consider more and seriously think about these matters?

Xiong Zhen stepped forward again, looked at Yang Ye, and spoke.

This matter is also the time to achieve a resolution.

Yang Ye said nothing, merely closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

Pingxi Prince's Mansion.

Yang Jun woke from a nightmare.

He gazed at the sleeping Yun Xiyue beside him, instinctively drawing closer, his head moving forward to feel her familiar aura and warm temperature.

What's wrong?

Yun Xiyue's eyes flickered, she blinked awake, looking lazy, she gazed at Yang Jun and spoke softly with concern.

Sorry, I woke you.

Yang Jun smiled at Yun Xiyue, his voice apologetic as he tightened his embrace around her.

You're thinking about something again?

Yun Xiyue brought her face close to Yang Jun, pressing against him, rubbing him.

Yang Jun, what's wrong with you? Besides the wedding day, you seem to have never slept soundly afterward.

Can you tell me what your worries are?

Yun Xiyue spoke softly, saying repeatedly.

I, I simply think about how to stay with you all into old age, and how to take good care of Father.

How can we make our whole family safe and sound?

Yang Jun spoke while laughing, pulling a strand of Yun Xiyue's hair and lightly sniffing it.

If that's the case, what is there to worry about?

Yun Xiyue's voice was gentle as water, her body soft as silk, she leaned softly into Yang Jun's embrace, full of tenderness.

Don't worry, the Prince's Mansion is now heavily guarded, and Father Emperor has also sent the Dragon Guard.

As for the Leader of the Good Position Sect, isn't he also under your control?

With all this, no one will be able to harm us.

Yun Xiyue repeatedly soothed, Yang Jun still wore a smile.

Yes, no one can harm us.

Yang Jun responded softly, Yun Xiyue's body slowly writhed, entwining around him, without any further entanglement on this topic.

Yang Jun, if one day we leave the capital, where would you want to go?

Would you like to take me to enjoy mountains and waters?

Yun Xiyue spoke again; at this moment, her fingers lightly pressed on Yang Jun's brow, as if wanting to smooth his tightly furrowed brow.

Moreover, to smooth the ineffable worries in Yang Jun's heart at this moment.

Where to?

Wherever we go is fine, as long as you are with me.

Listening to Yun Xiyue's answer, Yang Jun's brow furrowed even tighter.

If, I mean if, let you go first and I follow later?

……

In the inner court of the Imperial Palace, Yun Fengyun sat up.

At this moment, his face was full of pain.

"Yuan Lu!"

A call rang out, and Yuan Lu appeared at the door.

"Your Majesty, this servant is present."

"What time is it?"

Yun Fengyun's voice was hoarse; he had another nightmare, in which his dead older brother, looking extremely gruesome, was asking why, while Father Emperor wore a look of shock, unable to believe what had happened.

But could all of that be blamed on me?

If the older brother doesn't die, I must die.

Who would want to do such a thing?

Moreover, the fight for the throne is simply a matter of the word "contend".

On what basis must the throne definitely belong to the older brother?

My strength is not inferior to the older brother's, so why can't I obtain this throne?

With the Great Xia in my hands, could it not likewise become even more prosperous and flourishing, and likewise attract all nations to come pay tribute?

Father Emperor, why must you favor the older brother?

This is unfair; such an outcome is not what I wanted, but rather what you have caused!

In Yun Fengyun's mind, he felt resentful and indignant about this, and his eyes flashed with indignation.

"Your Majesty, it is the chou hour."

Yuan Lu's voice pulled Yun Fengyun from his thoughts back to reality.

"I wish to cultivate in solitude."

Upon Yun Fengyun's words again, Yuan Lu immediately went to burn incense and prepare tea.

Soon, everything was ready.

Yun Fengyun sat cross-legged on the mat; his cultivation had reached the peak of a grand master, yet he could not reach the final step to break through.

The reason for this is that he has never been able to escape that predicament from years ago.

Perhaps it is this clinging to emotion that has left his heart boundless with fear, and regarding his past actions, he is wholly sunk in guilt and doubt.

He clearly knows long ago that to take the final step, he must discard these so-called emotions.

Only by extinguishing emotion and severing desire can he reach that final step.

But saying this is easy, yet actually taking this step is extremely difficult.