Chapter 108 Birthday Banquet (5)
After seeing off the Queen Mother, Zhao Ziheng walked alone in the huge palace. He wandered aimlessly. He had long been numb to banquets and gatherings. The reason why he was so worried at the moment was because he heard about the past at the boring banquet. When Zhao Ziheng stopped, he came to the [Holy Spirit Temple] unknowingly? There was a person here that he would never forget in his life. When he found out where he was, Zhao Ziheng laughed at himself.
The name of Shu Ji Lin Wei spread in Zhao Ziheng's mind. If Xia Wenyu hadn't mentioned it, Zhao Ziheng would not have thought of it. Thinking of the person who had passed away at the best age made Zhao Ziheng's heart ache. The woman with the face he once loved, the woman who was tolerant and gentle to him, died because of his fault. With sadness and pain, a dull pain in his chest made Zhao Ziheng raise his right hand to cover his chest.
Lightly pressing his chest and looking up at the [Holy Spirit Temple] in front of him, Zhao Ziheng's eyes were full of sadness and pain, because when he thought of Lin Wei, he would think of Yin Yin. He was very grateful to Xia Wenyu for his speech at the banquet. Although it was sudden and unexpected, it successfully and inadvertently stopped Dongfang Yan's plan; speaking of Dongfang Yan's plan, it was so obvious that it would be a lie to say that Zhao Ziheng could not see it. He did not want to embarrass Dongfang Yan in that kind of occasion. Fortunately, Xia Wenyu intervened; speaking of Xia Wenyu, Zhao Ziheng noticed the abnormality when he mentioned Yin Yin. At that time, Zhao Ziheng noticed Xia Wenyu's expression and took it in clearly.
"It will be done soon, very soon—"
Zhao Ziheng showed a very faint smile and muttered to himself, completely unaware of how pale his face was at the moment. The unhealed injuries and the fatigue brought by the banquet gradually showed on his face.
"Are you here to confess again?"
A strange yet familiar voice sounded behind Zhao Ziheng. He put down his hand on his chest, slowly turned sideways, and looked at the person. A flash of surprise flashed across Zhao Ziheng's eyes, and then he said, "Do you want to kill me?"
It can't be said to be a provocation, Zhao Ziheng just didn't forget. Facing the newcomer, he didn't show any surprise or avoidance, and his tone was more like saying something extremely plain.
"I don't want a mother to have to bury her only son on her birthday ."
Ling Menghan's voice was unusually calm as she walked slowly towards Zhao Ziheng. She had no future in the birthday party but walked here inadvertently. In this huge and unfamiliar palace, only this place left a deep impression on her. However , she never expected that Zhao Ziheng, who was supposed to entertain guests from various countries at the birthday party, would be here. She was very surprised when she saw Zhao Ziheng. She couldn't suppress her excitement after not seeing him for a long time, so she stepped forward to say hello without thinking, and her tone and words were cold.
When she got closer, Ling Menghan noticed the paleness of Zhao Ziheng's face and lips, as well as the small beads of sweat on his forehead. Therefore, she was indifferent to Zhao Ziheng the moment before, but she immediately became worried. Ling Menghan knew that her identity and position made her have to endure it and not show it, so she immediately said: "You look unwell?"
No matter how much Ling Menghan wanted to be indifferent to Zhao Ziheng, she couldn't hide her inner concern at this moment, and her tone softened a lot.
"Did you see it wrong?"
Zhao Ziheng responded calmly as if it didn't matter.
Ling Menghan didn't say anything about this. Of course she knew that Zhao Ziheng was injured, but she didn't expect that Zhao Ziheng's face would still be so pale after such a long time, and he didn't look well. This reminded Ling Menghan of the last time she saw Zhao Ziheng vomiting blood in the [Holy Spirit Temple]. Thinking of this, Ling Menghan felt her heart tighten suddenly; even so, Ling Menghan had no right to investigate further and could only watch.
"How are you...living?"
Zhao Ziheng seemed to want to ask something, but he paused for a moment and changed the subject. However, Ling Menghan did not notice anything and thought that Zhao Ziheng was just asking casually. It was as if she knew that she was just a useful person, so when Zhao Ziheng asked, Ling Menghan felt a blockage in her chest and blurted out without thinking: "Heh, does the King of Zhao ask this question to any useful hostage?"
“…Let’s take it as it is.”
Although she was the one who provoked him first, Zhao Ziheng's words undoubtedly made Ling Menghan feel angry. She couldn't help but get angry. This reminded her of the time when she questioned Zhao Ziheng about the marriage. He was also calm and casual, and he didn't care about her at all... But why should Zhao Ziheng care about her? Ling Menghan realized that her thoughts were ridiculous. What was her relationship with Zhao Ziheng? She was just a hostage , and he was the high and mighty king of Zhao State.
"You are such a cold person."
Ling Menghan suddenly murmured to herself with a half-smile, having no intention of avoiding it at all.
"I don't deny it."
Hearing Ling Menghan's words, Zhao Ziheng responded straightforwardly, which made Ling Menghan's expression even more desolate. She bit her lower lip and looked away, but she didn't know where to look and turned her head randomly... You already knew it, didn't you? Zhao Ziheng's coldness and indifference, the way he kept people at a distance, made Ling Menghan feel heartbroken again, because she found that even after so long, she not only couldn't forget him, but loved him even more? It was ridiculous that she didn't even know why.
