Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Yuwen Shu clenched his palms, showing that he still held a grudge about this matter.

“Going back several decades, in fact, your Yuwen clan couldn’t even become a general, let alone a prince.”

Chu Yueli spoke slowly and deliberately, without any hint of disdain, simply stating the facts.

“But your ancestors have always wanted to become true Khitans, so you don’t even have your own clan. No one mentions it, and no one dares to mention it. The goal of everyone’s life is to become a true Khitan.”

But this is actually a very tragic and pitiful thing. They spend their whole lives just to gain the approval of others, without any pride or home of their own.

It doesn't even have roots.

Yuwen Shu didn't want to speak, but just gave Yuwen Ying a cold glance.

Yuwen Ying bit her lip and whispered, "It was... it was you who said it when you were drunk, brother. You said... you didn't care at all about being recognized by the Khitans, but our parents' last wish was for us to become true Khitans."

Yuwen Shu was furious. How could this brat go around spreading the things he said while drunk?

But he was also helpless.

In the end, my whole life was nothing but a joke.

"I suspect that the reason why Prince Yuwen was later granted the title of king was because you held the Daganlu Alliance and were unwilling to hand over military power to Yelü Han. Yelü Han had no choice but to grant you a title of king to appease you."

Chu Yueli took the cup of tea that Lu Beimo handed her, but didn't drink it; she just used the hot cup to warm her hands.

Every time the water in her cup cooled down, Lu Beimo would finish it for her and then pour her a cup of hot tea, so that she could continue to warm her hands with the hot cup.

This gesture, though seemingly casual, actually contains so much care and consideration.

Even Yuwen Ying couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

King Mo's feelings for his queen were deep and enduring, truly enviable.

Chu Yueli seemed to have gotten used to being pampered like this and didn't seem to care much.

She continued to look at Yuwen Shu and said, "You don't even know who you are. The Khitan are not your homeland. Why do you bring your brothers to risk your lives for Yelü Han?"

"Then tell me, who exactly are we?" Yuwen Shu glared at her.

Without roots or origins, how tragic is such a life?

If they are not fighting for the Khitan, what is the point of their battles?

"Your Highness, is your entire life lived solely for one cause? Your family, your friends, your brothers, your soldiers—aren't their lives, their comfort, more important than this so-called cause?"

"I……"

"Moreover, have your so-called roots truly accepted and recognized you? What is the current state of the Daganlu Alliance after you were brought here by us? What are the Yuwen clan, your relatives and brothers, doing now? Are they doing well? Are they eating enough? What about their honor? Do they still have it?"

A few words left Yuwen Shu speechless.

His brother is bad, very bad!

"I need to see someone." Lu Beimo called out, "Jing Lei!"

"Yes!" Jing Lei returned shortly after leaving with a man.

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Shu jumped to his feet in alarm: "Master Mo! You've been captured by them too? Have they harmed you?"