Chapter 392: Accept the Defeat

Shen Yanshu galloped for half the night, one person and one horse.

The winter night wind was biting and cold, so he rode his horse away from the Shi'an River, out of the city, and galloped on the endless wide road in the suburbs.

Aimlessly, running wildly into the wind.

The biting night wind penetrated the only clothes on his body, freezing his hands and making his whole body feel like ice cubes. However, he didn't even notice it. He rushed all the way to the foot of a mountain before driving his mount to stop.

Looking up at the endless mountains in front of him, Shen Yanshu loosened the reins, gently rubbed his two numb hands, and then slowly got off the horse.

Before his legs, which were almost unconscious, could stand firmly on the ground, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.

He lay there in a daze for a while, looking at the bright night sky and the few stars in the sky, with a little relief in his eyes.

At least tonight is a good day.

With the bright moon and stars accompanying me, I won’t be lonely on the road to hell.

My body is cold and the ground is cold too.

Shen Yanshu raised his hand to cover his eyes gently, then stood up from the ground with a somewhat hesitant movement, and gently patted his beloved horse's head: "Find another master, thank you for your hard work tonight."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the mountain step by step.

The horse seemed to predict something and neighed behind him.

Shen Yanshu seemed to have never heard of it. The moonlight shone silvery white on the ground, and he could see the road under his feet clearly without a lamp.

The road up the mountain is rugged but not difficult.

As Shen Yanshu walked, he recalled his experiences from childhood to adulthood.

As a son, he was unfilial and could not continue the bloodline of the Shen family. The Shen family was completely cut off with him.

As a minister, he was disloyal, betrayed His Majesty's trust in him, and committed regicide. Even death would not be enough to atone for his crime.

Friends, he betrayed their trust, betrayed everyone.

Even being that person's pawn is a failure.

What is he living for?

Shen Yanshu tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember the meaning of his life.

At night, towards early morning, there was a lot of humidity in the mountains.

After walking on a mountain road for a while, his originally frozen body finally began to feel a little warmer. A fine line of sweat broke out on Shen Yanshu's forehead, and his pale face also gained some color.

When he finally reached the top of the mountain, Shen Yanshu suddenly froze.

I don't know when a man sat on a huge rock in the mountain. He wore a black mink fur cloak and a jade crown on his head. He was quietly looking at the direction of the sunrise in the east. Although the sun had not risen yet, he sat there as if he was waiting to watch. Like sunrise.

Shen Yanshu stood frozen like a wooden sculpture, staring at the figure that was very familiar to him, and did not respond for a long time.

"What are you doing standing here?" The man sitting on the boulder on the edge of the cliff turned his head and looked at the direction where Shen Yanshu was standing. His angular features were neat and handsome, with a cold and deep demeanor, "Since we are here, let's come together Take a seat."

Shen Yanshu's feet felt like they were filled with lead. After a while, he raised his stiff feet and walked over: "Why are you here?"

The man asked calmly: "You can come, but I can't come?"

Shen Yanshu remained silent.

"sit down."

Shen Yanshu pursed his lips and sat down next to him.

Below the boulder is a hundred-foot cliff. Although it is not as exaggerated and terrifying as the ten thousand-foot cliff, if you fall, you will definitely not be able to find your whole body.

"I failed." When the man said this, there was no trace of resentment or unwillingness in his tone, as if his years of planning were nothing more than playing a house game. "If you fail, you have to admit it and be willing to admit defeat."

Shen Yanshu looked at the eastern sky: "You don't need to come."

The man's tone was domineering: "I can come whenever I want, you can't stop me."

Shen Yanshu was speechless, he really couldn't stop it.

"If I don't come, will I have to collect your body after dawn tomorrow?" The man said in a sinister tone, "You want to die without my permission?"

Shen Yanshu was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "This is not seeking death."

"What's that?"

"I was the one who deserved to die." Shen Yanshu's voice was calm, sounding calm, "Just because she doesn't kill me, doesn't mean I should live."

A hint of coolness passed over the corner of his mouth: "A person like me wastes food, wastes water, and is disgusting."

The man's expression changed, as if he was angry or tense, and he didn't speak for a while.

The air is cold in the mountains and even colder at night.

The man looked at Shen Yanshu's thin robe and thought of his physical condition in recent years. Inexplicable emotional fluctuations surged in his heart. It took him a long while to hold back a sentence: "Why don't you wear more clothes when you go up the mountain?"

Shen Yanshu looked at him strangely, feeling that there was nothing normal about him tonight.

A person who has always been as ruthless as the King of Hell would actually care about how little he wears?

"Is the prince worried that I will talk nonsense in front of her?" Shen Yanshu smiled, with a hint of boredom towards the world in his smile, "I have been doing everything for so many years, even if His Majesty's heart is like a mirror, as long as there is no Evidence, she won’t do anything to the prince.”

When the man heard this, frost appeared on his face visibly: "Do you think I'm worried about myself?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Yanshu chuckled, obviously self-aware, "You can't be worried about me."

They both know how he has been over the years.

Don’t you think it’s too hypocritical to show affection and righteousness at this time?

The man was Xuanyuan Heng, the Xiao King of the Southern Kingdom. When he heard Shen Yanshu's words, his expression froze slightly, and then he said firmly: "In short, your life belongs to me. If I don't say anything, you have no right to die."

Shen Yanshu sneered: "Your Majesty, you should find a way to save your own life. My life has never belonged to you."

"you--"

"Everything I did before was done willingly." Shen Yanshu interrupted him and stood up to leave, "But not anymore. I can't help the prince anymore, and it's useless for the prince to ask for my useless chess piece. Go back and be your prince. Even if you can't control the wind and rain for the rest of your life, at least you will be rich for the rest of your life."

"Everyone is responsible for what he does." Prince Xiao said in an indifferent voice, "No one needs to bear the blame for my sins."

Shen Yanshu slowly turned his head and looked at him with an incomprehensible look.

"Shen Yanshu." Prince Xiao stood up and walked to him, "If I am still lucky enough to live, give up this tiring identity for the rest of my life, find a place in the mountains and forests to hide from the world, live in seclusion, and spend this life in an ordinary way, will you... be willing to accompany me? "

Shen Yanshu looked at him steadily, then smiled faintly: "I don't want to."

After that, he turned and left: "Stop following me."

King Xiao stood without saying a word, watching his thin back from a distance, and suddenly realized that this man was so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away...

The wind in the mountains is very strong and very cold.

King Xiao stood alone, thinking about Shen Yanshu's situation over the years and his attitude towards him, and slowly clenched his hands hanging by his side.