A pure heart in a jade pot

Chapter 203

"Are we just going to watch her die like this?" Mo Yan asked, biting her lip and glaring at him fiercely.

Zhan Zhao turned his face away and remained silent.

"Brother, how can your heart be so hard?"

Mo Yan's voice was soft, but her words carried weight.

Upon hearing this, Su Zui turned around and said calmly, "Girl, even I cannot agree to this."

“You…” Mo Yan said angrily, “Yes, you are great heroes and great men, you all prioritize the overall situation and take the world as your responsibility, so naturally you would not consider the life and death of us women.”

"Xiao Qi! That's not what we meant, it's just that..."

Zhan Zhao stepped forward, trying to comfort her, but Mo Yan angrily dodged away.

"For the past few years, you two have been in the Liao Kingdom. You should know the princess's situation better than I do. She's been ill for so long, and what have you done? Now she's on her deathbed, and you still won't do anything for her!" Mo Yan grew increasingly angry as she spoke. "Brother, you're hailed as the Southern Hero by the martial world, yet you've just stood by and watched her die..."

Zhan Zhao listened quietly, offering no rebuttal. If anyone else had said these words, he wouldn't have taken them to heart, but coming from Mo Yan, every word felt like a knife cutting into him.

"Girl, that's enough!" It was Su Zui who stopped Mo Yan. "Zhan Zhao has already had it hard enough. Don't talk about him anymore."

"I……"

Seeing Zhao Yu on the verge of death, Mo Yan was anxious and blurted out those words without thinking. She was about to refute them, but when she looked up and saw Zhan Zhao standing silently, her heart softened and her anger subsided by half.

"In short, I can't just watch the princess die like this, you must think of something!" she had no choice but to say.

Su Zui smiled faintly, without answering, and lowered her head to hold Zhao Yu's hand, silently transferring her warmth to him: "If she really leaves, I will naturally stay with her."

Hearing this, Mo Yan stomped her foot in anger: "Why bother? She's still alive! It would be so much better if we could live together, why do we have to die together?"

As she spoke, Zhao Yu suddenly coughed a few times, waking up from his slumber and slowly opening his eyes. Mo Yan was about to step forward, but Zhan Zhao stopped her.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" Su Zui asked her softly.

"Who are you?" The moonlight was dim, and Zhao Yu could not see very clearly.

"Me?" Su Zui chuckled softly. "Who do you think I am?"

Zhao Yu felt as if she were in a dream, and smiled slightly, saying, "Are you Father Emperor?"

Su Zui helped her up, offered her some water, and shook his head with a smile, saying, "That's not right."

“That’s…him,” Zhao Yu said, taking a few sips of water and leaning back weakly. “But I don’t even know his real name.”

“His surname is Su, and his given name is Zui,” Su Zui said softly with a smile.

“Su Zui… no, I’m not talking about Lao Hu, I’m talking about him.”

“I know, I know…” Su Zui murmured in her ear, “He is the one who found you in Fuhu Forest and set your bones; the one who carried you to the ground in the leaky house in Yanxie Town and changed your dressing; the one who was always fierce to you, but actually liked you very much.”

Zhao Yu smiled weakly: "Yes, it's him."

Hearing this, Mo Yan felt sorry for her and involuntarily buried her head behind Zhan Zhao, unable to bear watching them.

Su Zui continued softly, "He is Su Zui. He's not actually dead, but he lied to you and said he was. Right now, he's filled with regret..."

"He's really not dead?"

Zhao Yu exclaimed in surprise, trying to straighten up and turn to look at him.

"Really," Su Zui said softly.

Under the moonlight, their eyes met. Zhao Yu gazed at him for a long time, then slowly reached out and touched his face, hesitatingly asking, "This is what you originally looked like."

"Um."

Zhao Yu laughed and said, "It looks even better than I originally imagined."

"Really?" Su Zui asked with a smile, "What kind of image do you envision me to have?"

"...I forgot too."

Both of them laughed heartily. After a while, Zhao Yu, being seriously ill, could no longer hold on and was getting tired. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she said to him, "Please don't leave anymore, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Reassured, Zhao Yu leaned against Su Zui and drifted off to sleep again.

Su Zui gently embraced her without making a sound.

The tent was eerily quiet. Mo Yan tugged at Zhan Zhao's robe and pleaded in a low voice, "Brother, is there really no other way? Let's think about it again, okay?"

Seeing the state of Su Zui and Zhao Yu, Zhan Zhao felt extremely sorry for them. He frowned for a long time, but still shook his head: "This is absolutely not feasible."

"You..." Mo Yan said angrily, "Are you just going to watch them die like this?"

Zhan Zhao choked up, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and he remained silent.

Before Mo Yan could speak again, Su Zui interrupted, "No need to say anything more. Zhan Zhao is right. This is absolutely not feasible. We should all understand the importance of this matter."

"You... It's a good thing the princess is asleep. If she were awake, you would have made her faint from anger!" Mo Yan said anxiously, seeing that the two of them were as stubborn as rocks. "Wouldn't it be better for you two to go far away? Why don't you agree?"

"Girl, stop talking. Family matters and national affairs, which is more important? Even if she were awake, she wouldn't agree," Su Zui said calmly.

How do you know she can't?

“If she had agreed, she wouldn’t have gotten herself into this situation,” Su Zui said calmly.