The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Chapter 263 She, the Golden Princess

"What else could it be because of?"

Zheng Jiao spoke too quickly, and only after she finished speaking did she realize that He Wuyu had never met Zheng Xun and there were some things she couldn't tell her.

So she said seriously, "That's because he's got a screw loose."

Qi Yongji's behavior is indeed inexplicable, but in this world, even irrational people like Zheng Xun exist, so thinking about it this way, it's not surprising...

It would be strange if it weren't!

Yuan Jia once said that Prince Yong was a man of destiny, and Zheng Jin was his destined one. He might have some kind of connection with Zheng Jin, but he would never risk coming to Dayong just because of this connection.

As the future emperor of the Brown Kingdom, he couldn't possibly be so impulsive and foolish.

Therefore, there must be a reason behind this that she doesn't know, and it's very likely related to Zheng Jin.

This time, when she faced the Prince of Yong head-on, she realized that he was even more difficult to deal with than they had imagined.

That's why Zheng Jiu got into trouble...

Thinking of this, Zheng Jiao looked somewhat dazed.

He Wuyu let out a short laugh in agreement: "Perhaps."

Seeing that Zheng Jiao was unwilling to say more, she did not intend to force her.

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her face: "Jiaojiao, Zheng Jiu's death was not your fault. If Prince Yong knew that you were willing to bear such a sin for him, he would probably laugh in his sleep."

Zheng Jiao was slightly taken aback: "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"Because I have been through everything you are going through now."

He Wuyu knew that Zheng Jiao, despite his decisive and dashing appearance, was actually incredibly soft-hearted.

Such people are most likely to get stuck in a dead end.

"you……"

“Jiaojiao, war is cruel. When two countries fight, at least tens of thousands of lives will be lost. At first, I was just as unaccustomed to it as you were.”

Her gaze was gentle, like that of a tolerant senior.

"And then what? How did you come to your senses?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, and I still haven't figured it out. If you get used to it, it will turn into hatred."

He Wuyu patted the spot next to Zheng Jiao, and Zheng Jiao moved away. He Wuyu lay down next to her, facing her directly, and looked her straight in the eyes: "Does Jiao Jiao understand?"

“I understand. Instead of blaming myself, I should find an opportunity to kill the Brown Kingdom and King Yong.”

He Wuyu smiled with relief. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Zheng Jiao's: "Jiao Jiao, it's not too late to leave now."

"Haven't you always hated deserters?"

"But you're different. Having me on the battlefield is enough."

And she, a princess of noble birth, should be living a beautiful and happy life in the capital.

Are you trying to kick me out?

"No, I just hope you're safe," He Wuyu knew her ambitions and aspirations. He only said a few words to let her go back, which was just her humble hope. "However, once you're on the battlefield, it's hard to leave."

It's easier said than done, but how can one become a great general without taking lives?

Even if you're killing enemies, even if you don't hesitate or waver when you take action, time and time again, what disappears in your hands are fresh human lives, people who can also speak, who also have families... just like them.

The soft sound of swords and spears piercing flesh, the warm blood splattering on the body—these sounds will linger in the mind and dreams for a lifetime.

Many veterans who returned from the battlefield were unable to return to normal life. Nightmares tormented them, leaving them exhausted and fearful. The memories of the battlefield were imprinted on their souls, and over time, some went insane, while others became extremely anxious.

She knew all too well what kind of willpower it would take to overcome these things, and the thought of Jiao Jiao having to endure such pain made her heart ache.

Zheng Jiao showed no fear or hesitation, but asked softly, "Have you experienced those things too?"

"definitely."

"So how did you get through it?"

"Me..." He Wuyu's tone was distant, as if he was lost in some kind of memory, "It's nothing, it's all in the past."

Looking back, those hardships seem like nothing more than a few words of understatement.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to her, but rather... she was too proud.

Cough cough, how could someone as strong and reliable as her ever be in such a sorry state?

It's so easy! My clothes are just a little dirty.

The atmosphere between the two was so warm and intimate that anyone who approached would be a disturbance.

The emperor turned to look at the sixth prince and asked in a low voice, "Don't you think this is a bit too strange?"

Sixth Prince:......

He thought his father understood, but he didn't seem to understand much, or rather, he understood but was still deceiving himself.

Taking advantage of his young age, he put on an utterly innocent expression: "No..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, He Wuyu and Zheng Jiao got closer and closer, and were about to kiss when Zheng Xun suddenly switched the view of the screen to Zheng Jin's side.

The sixth prince breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Well cut!

But after a moment of silence, the emperor said quietly, "I never thought that women also needed to be guarded against..."

His back teeth roots were a little itchy.

The He family won't rebel, but they dare to harm his little Miaomiao.

The sixth prince said awkwardly, "Father knows..."

"I'm not a fool."

The emperor now understands what it means to be far from the emperor's reach. If Zheng Jiao were in front of him now, he would at least say a few words, but now he can only stare blankly, completely helpless.

The sixth prince couldn't help but mutter a retort: ​​"You already know, why ask?"

emperor:……

One or two of them have gone too far.

Fortunately, the scene on Zheng Jin's side wasn't as intense.

Nie Zhao and Zheng Jin were walking side by side. There were no other people around, so they were obviously some distance from the camp.

Neither of them spoke; they seemed to have been silent for a long time.

It was Zheng Jin who broke the status quo: "Ah Zhao, Zheng Jiu didn't die because of you. You don't need to blame yourself. You've done your best, and that's enough. No one can predict what will happen during a fight."

Nie Zhao kicked at the pebbles under his feet, looking dazed: "He died in my place. I was right behind him. He could have dodged it."

He is still young and has not yet experienced so many separations and deaths.

Witnessing another vibrant life perish because of him was like a heavy blow to his heart, shattering his pride and passion.

He hated his own uselessness.

He even felt that he was not worthy of his junior sister's sincerity.

In his youth, he thought everything would make way for him, but harsh reality soon made him realize that he had overestimated himself.

Zheng Jin stopped and looked at his dejected appearance, then raised her hand and patted him on the head.

"Senior brother, in my heart, you are a hero, always have been."

Nie Zhao gave a self-deprecating laugh, but when he looked up, he found her gaze full of certainty and trust.

He lowered his head in embarrassment: "Junior sister sees senior brother and naturally thinks everything about him is good."

Zheng Jin did not deny it: "But you really are good at everything."

She knew he was now trapped in a vicious cycle of self-doubt.

He blamed Zheng Jiu's death on his own incompetence, but what did that actually have to do with him?

She thought for a moment, then lowered her head and said sadly, "In the end, this is actually my fault."