Himmlischer König

Kapitel 93

He cried and called for her mother, but she didn't even look at him and never responded. In her closed-off heart, he was not her Han'er at all!

The once noble Loulan princess is now nothing but a madwoman!

Thirteen-year-old Ye Chuhan built a small thatched hut in a sheltered spot.

He used the little money he had saved to buy a ewe from a herdsman, so that his mother, covered in frostbite, could sleep with the sheep in her arms on cold nights, while he himself would huddle at the door of the thatched hut to shield his mother from the cold wind.

During the day, he would milk the goats and feed the milk to his mother, spoonful by spoonful.

Ye Chuhan takes meticulous care of his mentally challenged mother, but she sits stiffly like a wooden statue all day, unaware of his suffering, his pain, or his tears...

finally--

A blizzard swept across the desert, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

He fell ill, his body burning with a high fever that made him delirious. He was so cold, so very cold, that he huddled in the thatched hut, unable to move. With difficulty, he opened his eyes and saw his mentally challenged mother staggering out of the hut.

"mother……"

Ye Chuhan forced his eyes open, but everything became darker and darker. He struggled to crawl forward a few times, but his body was so stiff that it felt like it wasn't his own.

"Mother...you can't go out..."

Blood dripped from his chapped lips. He was too weak from the high fever to continue and collapsed onto the cold ground.

I don't know how much time passed.

In a daze, he felt a slight dampness around his mouth, as if someone was feeding him something. The warmth brought him back to his senses, and he struggled to open his eyes.

His mother was right beside him, holding him and feeding him goat milk sip by sip.

"...The sheep...the sheep ran away..."

The haggard mother looked at him as he woke up, her anxiety like that of a little girl. "I'll go find sheep... then I'll get sheep's milk... the sheep's milk can be given to Han'er..."

He suddenly broke down, tears streaming down his face, choking back sobs, "Mother..."

She called him Han'er!

After two long years, his mother finally recognized him.

"Han'er, don't cry, don't cry..."

His mother still had a dazed smile on her face, but she held him tightly in her arms, warming him with her own bosom, and coaxing him as carefully as if he were a baby.

"Don't cry, Han'er... I've found a sheep... Han'er won't go hungry, Han'er will have sheep's milk to drink... Han'er can't die, she must live..."

The boy, who had endured countless hardships and survived with unwavering strength, was overcome with grief and finally cried out, "Mother...we won't die, we will definitely live on..."

Hearing his sorrowful cries, even his mentally challenged mother shed tears.

In that blizzard that blanketed the world, thirteen-year-old Ye Chuhan nestled in the arms of his mother, who was still mentally impaired but finally called him Han'er, and cried his heart out, releasing all the despair and pain of the past two long years.

From then on.

Thirteen-year-old Ye Chuhan naively believed that he would stay with his mother, who was slowly getting better, in the desert, following those kind-hearted herdsmen, and spend the long years of his life there.

Six months later, the bandits of Black City found them again and destroyed everything!

That day.

The young man, hardened by the desert winds and frosts, returned home carrying a heavy load of firewood. At this time, his mother would be waiting for him quietly outside the thatched hut.

However, today...

He saw his mother running frantically towards him from afar. She ran straight to him, her eyes clear and bright like never before. Before he could ask a question, she pulled him to a large rock behind the Gobi Desert.

She hid him well, then got up and ran out.

"revenge!"

These were the last words his mother left him before she rushed out.

Before he could understand, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble. Not far away, smoke and dust billowed and yellow sand filled the air. It turned out that the Black City bandits had arrived!

The mother stood in the vast desert, with nowhere to escape!

His mother was trampled to death by the Black City bandits' horses!

He trembled with fear, hiding behind a large rock in the Gobi Desert, watching helplessly as Leng Yexiao, riding his tall horse, kicked his mother to the ground, then the horse reared up and stomped down hard with its hooves—

Immediately afterwards, countless horses galloped over the mother who had fallen on the sand. In an instant, her body was torn to pieces and tangled in the dust, a gruesome sight!

He hid behind the Gobi Desert, biting his lip so hard that it was bloody and raw, his eyes were bloodshot and terrifying, and his bones creaked and cracked.

He would never forget the last words his mother left him—

revenge!

That night, before the desperate boy could even gather his mother's scattered body, he was captured by the most ruthless human traffickers in the desert, locked in a stone cave, and prepared to be sold to merchants traveling along the Silk Road.

Inside the cave, there were already many children who had been captured.