Chapter 1877: Chapter 8: Brothers
He had already occupied the world, his spirit was heroic and fierce, far surpassing the Emperor of Chen who only knew how to pray to gods and worship Buddha at the same time. Unification of the World seemed not to be a distant dream.
However, this illegitimate son, who had climbed to the imperial throne, could not defy life and death, could not prevent the vitality of his most beloved from slowly ebbing away.
Such heart-wrenching matters.
Jiang Wanxiang had no time or energy left to care for a child’s most delicate thoughts at this moment; Jiang Yuan was sulking and went to play alone. When the kite got tangled in a tree, his prideful nature refused to let him ask for help as he tried to get it himself, but wound up stuck.
Even when others came to rescue him, he wouldn’t let go.
He only called for his brother.
By then, Jiang Gao had already started studying, a diligent and good child who worked hard every day, hoping to ease his parents’ worries. Yet, this hard-working child still came running when he heard about his younger brother’s predicament.
’Don’t be afraid, this tree isn’t high.’
’Yuanyuan, just jump down, it’s okay.’
The young boy looked down. Although the tree wasn’t particularly high, to a young child, a tree tens of times his height seemed like a monstrous giant.
He stubbornly refused to come down.
Not only did he refuse to come down, he began crying louder instead.
Whether it was out of fear or childlike nature, no one knew.
Children couldn’t understand why adults suddenly ignored them for a period of time; they only hoped to create a big enough fuss to draw their parents’ attention back to them.
At that time, the young Crown Prince stretched out his arm with a gentle smile on his face: ’Don’t worry, Ayuan, just jump down, brother will catch you.’
It took much persuading before Jiang Yuan seemed to finally make up his mind, jumped down, and although the young Crown Prince was ready, unfortunately this five-year-old child couldn’t control his body well.
He jumped askew.
The young Crown Prince lunged forward in panic, catching his brother.
But his martial arts skills weren’t good at the time, he didn’t get his footing right, and so the two brothers fell together, the child seeing his brother’s head hit the ground, seemingly breaking open, blood flowing, panicking.
The young Crown Prince hugged his little brother, lying there with a gentle smile:
"It’s okay."
"It’s okay."
He patted his brother’s head: "In the future, I will always be here, no matter what the situation, brother will protect you, we are truly of the same blood."
The young Crown Prince already understood matters of life and death and their mother, he softly said:
"I will protect you."
The young breeze was gentle, the sunlight warm, only that five-year-old’s movement technique was poor, when he jumped down it was staggeringly awkward, just like now.
Jiang Yuan stumbled backward.
As if he had stepped into the void and staggered backward, yet his martial arts skills were good enough to allow him to stabilize instantly, unlike that five-year-old child then, he stared intently at Jiang Gao before him.
Jiang Gao tilted his sword blade upward, the Imperial Army guards in front advanced.
Jiang Gao walked forward as if strolling idly, raising his sword to parry, forcing Jiang Yuan to retreat step by step. Jiang Yuan looked grim, suddenly not knowing what he did, but from the rear resounded the clashing of swords, and two shadows shot forward.
It was a Grandmaster from the Martial World.
Someone Jiang Yuan had recruited and bribed over the years, charging towards Jiang Gao to kill, yet Jiang Gao remained calm and unafraid, knowing well he wasn’t a match for a Grandmaster, but as the son of Jiang Wanxiang, if he must die, how could he cower and beg for mercy?!
This Grandmaster unveiled his Dharma Form, resembling a leopard, pouncing towards Jiang Gao to kill, yet at the critical juncture, in midair exploded a muffled sound, like thunder.
In an instant, the Grandmaster Jiang Yuan had bribed to protect himself hesitated, blood spattered and fell to the ground, its bloody scent pungent, but Jiang Gao’s expression remained unmoved.
Clang clang.
A crisp sound rang out, a Copper Coin appeared amidst the plaques in the grand hall.
An arrow precisely killed the Grandmaster, nailing the Copper Coin to the Imperial plaque, its mouth swallowing all directions, stained with blood.
At this moment, He Ruoqinhu’s expression drastically changed, instantly performing Shifting Shadows, but still stood before Jiang Yuan, the Inner Qi he had condensed in his hand transformed into a horse spear, slashing forward fiercely, shattering a stream of light.
Only then did a murderous voice come.
The voice was extremely sharp, like a tiger’s roar or thunder’s low howl.
The arrow shattered, fell to the ground, instantly swept by the majestic wind, He Ruoqinhu gripped his horse spear, looking into the distance, eyes narrowed:
"!!!"
Jiang Gao heard the White Tiger’s roar, within this palace there gathered the Imperial Army, loyal only to the Emperor and royal family, the Imperial Army had long since formed a battle array, but beyond their ranks, a sound arose.
The imperial palace’s vermilion gates studded with copper nails slowly pushed open from the outside.
Behind the crack between the two palace gates was a pair of cold, indifferent eyes. As the doors slowly unfolded, black armor, white cloak, and battle robes fluttered in the wind, the elegant Divine General held a heavy battle lance, standing there.
Divine Might General!
Yuwen Lie!
Before him was the Imperial Army.
On Yuwen Lie’s left and right were a young man in his early thirties and a man in his forties, behind them thousands of imperial guards in black armor, employing tactics of heavy shield, blade, and crossbow soldiers combined.
