The Scars Between Us

Chapter 17

"Wen Ling," Ju Ning couldn't help but cry.

It's already been days since his house arrest, and every second, she felt uneasy.

The prince rushed to his wife in an embrace, "I promise it'll be alright."

"But I'm heavily pregnant, what if what you're saying is really true? They'll come after our child!" she was afraid.

"I'll protect you with my life, I won't let them get between us. They can't take away my family again." he swore to her.

"Then who was it that poisoned the king!? It could be anyone." panic arose.

"I swear Ju Ning, I didn't do it." he tried to assure her.

"But Wen Ling......what did you give to that female servant? What was it?.......Do you fancy her?" she began to break down. She didn't want to believe that last part.

"I do not.......I gave her a gold hairpin made of jade jewels to send to you.....have you not gotten it?" his voice seemed low, almost heart broken.

He didn't want her to doubt him, that was the last thing he wanted. To loose the trust of the last person he truly loves, would make him fall apart.

"I did........I'm sorry I got scared. I was afraid that you no longer loved me. I didn't know that servant was the one you gave it to. I'm so sorry....." her words trailed with tears that slipped as her eyes shut tight.

Wen Ling's heart ached seeing that expression.

His arms that wrapped around her tightened, holding her closer. "Ju Ning, I promise you I could never look at another woman let alone leave you. To betray the most beloved person to me is looking away from the right path and going down the stray one......"

The Lady broke apart, "Oh Wen Ling......I'm sorry I'm doubting you so much. I'm just so afraid of what could happen to us, our child. That person is right on our tail."

"I'm here." he said.

The prince understood his wife's feelings seeing that her pregnancy is making her more vulnerable to situations such as this.

Whatever he was to do from here on out, he had to do so with caution or else.

Just within one of the king's hidden rooms Fei Yang was staying in, he was trying to pinpoint the directions of where that important piece could be directing to.

"Yearning Heart," he muttered to himself repeatedly.

He's heard it somewhere, or rather, he's read it before.

During the time that passed, he's been trying to remember just where it was that he saw it.

Then, it clicked.

It was a book collection of poems that he had read before back in his kingdom.

Quickly, he rushed over to the the chest box and opened it. He knew something was strange the moment he saw the note, "Yearning Heart."

The foreign prince grabbed the note and held it over a burning candle. Faintly, words appeared giving him the secret.

"The Melancholy of Ying"

As the note read.

Although Fei Yang knew that it was a collection of poems, he didn't remember the name. Having found the book's title, gave him his final answer.

He wrote two notes.

One for the 3rd prince and the other to them.

"Your Highness, it is truly a blessing that you've fully recovered from your wounds." the royal physician spoke joyfully of his recovery.

Wen Xin couldn't help but chuckle at the old man's glee.

"It really is, now I can go back to handling my sword." he stretched his back.

"Oh no Your Highness, you still must rest for a few days. Although recovered, you need to take your medicine during your rest, then you'll be good to go." he began to pack up his equipment.

The prince shrugged, "I'll try to be patient."

The old man then picked up his case and left to the door. He bowed, "Well, have a great evening Your Highness."

The prince gave a nod, "You have a great evening as well." he bid.

Just as the physician left, a clatter of commotion came about. Wen Xin hearing this snapped his head back to see what it was.

He was met with the mutilated body of the old man who now laid lifeless and blood scattered everywhere.

The young man kept his gaze strong and looked to the ones responsible.

Seven men stood before the old man, with red mask's sword stained red. He then swung his blade ridding of the blood and put his sword back in its case.

"We've come at long last." red spoke.

Wen Xin gave a discerning grin, "I've also been waiting," referring to the note he had written to them.

Now all that awaits, is the future.
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