kvmb Chapter 89 Brothers talk
Chapter 89 Brothers talk
Yue Haoran was eventually driven away by his siblings—the eldest was shrewd and ruthless, the second was weak and useless, and the third looked innocent and naive, as if he had no idea how serious the situation was.
Each one of them infuriated him more than the last. Seeing his plans easily ruined by Auster, he was too lazy to waste any more time. He snorted coldly, turned up, and left the Third War Zone in a fit of rage.
All the way, his face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water. The behavior of his siblings kept replaying in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. The anger in his heart burned like wildfire, and even his steps quickened involuntarily. The breath he was holding in his chest felt like a heavy, oppressive stone that he couldn't exhale.
After watching Yue Haoran's figure disappear, the siblings exchanged knowing smiles, as if the tense atmosphere from just moments ago had never existed. They all knew very well that the Yue family's actions in recent years had become increasingly frequent, and their underlying schemes were now crystal clear.
Ao Nanxi glanced at his two elder brothers and said tactfully, "Eldest brother, second brother, I suppose you still have things to discuss, so I'll take my leave now!"
Auster nodded with a faint smile on his lips upon hearing this.
"Okay, go ahead. But don't forget to pack your things; you should be heading to the First War Zone in the next couple of days."
Ao Nanxi was slightly taken aback and looked at him in surprise.
"You're really letting me pass? I thought you were just saying that on purpose, brother!"
Auster smiled calmly and nodded, saying, "If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way, right? There might be people Grandpa has arranged in the war zone, so I'll have to trouble Third Sister to make this trip. It's also a good time to get in touch with them and see if they're as outstanding as the rumors suggest."
Upon hearing this, Ao Nanxi paused for a moment, a serious look flashing in his eyes.
"Okay, I understand. I will carefully observe their strength this time." After saying that, she didn't say anything more and turned to leave to make preparations.
Auster watched her figure disappear, his gaze darkening slightly. He picked up the teacup on the table and said slowly, "I hope they won't disappoint me."
Oscheng frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation on his face. After a moment, he spoke, "Brother, Grandfather has found out the truth. What should we do? He couldn't get what he wanted from us, so sooner or later he'll try to take advantage of her elsewhere. Should we mention this to Father?"
Auster glanced at him, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.
"My second brother doesn't seem surprised at all."
Oscheng sighed, his words filled with helplessness.
"Big brother, you know. Grandpa has put a lot of effort into me over the years, and he's sent me all sorts of information. Although I haven't deliberately looked into it, I can basically guess what he's got by analyzing the information he gives me."
Auster raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, a thoughtful look in his eyes. After a moment, he spoke slowly.
"Since you've already guessed it, I'll just say it directly. You guessed right, it is indeed her. I'll mention it to Father Emperor when the time is right, to prevent him from making any rash moves and taking the opportunity to get Mother Empress to take action."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted slightly, landing on Oscheng's face, and his tone suddenly carried a hint of mockery.
"Speaking of which, are you really not tempted at all by your grandfather's suggestion? Your face is very popular in the war zone, and with your status and position, it's not impossible for you to pursue her."
After listening, Oscheng rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "Brother, these things depend on fate. I don't want my marriage to be tainted by calculations or ulterior motives, and I certainly don't want to become Grandpa's pawn. Once I get involved with her, Grandpa will definitely hold me captive. Forget it, don't ruin that young girl's life. I think you could give it a try. You're not that much older than her!"
Auster chuckled, raised his teacup, took a small sip, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in his eyes.
"Someone like me has long since lost the ability to be sincere." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable coldness.
The atmosphere in the room immediately quieted down, even the aroma of tea seemed to be suppressed. Oscheng looked at his usually composed older brother, remained silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but whisper, "Brother, a closed heart isn't necessarily unopenable; the key is whether you're willing to change."
Auster slowly put down his teacup, glanced at him calmly, and only gave a cold smile.
"Change?"
He repeated the words in a low voice, as if savoring their meaning, then shook his head, his tone indifferent as if he were talking about something insignificant.
"There's no one worth changing."
After speaking, he stood up and walked calmly out of the tent. Standing at the door, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the distant horizon.
The clouds on the horizon are quietly dispersing, revealing a cool, clear light.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the light, looking into the distance. There was a hint of weariness in his eyes, but he concealed it perfectly, leaving no trace.
As Oschen watched Auster's somewhat forlorn figure recede into the distance, a heavy weight pressed down on his chest, causing a dull ache. He couldn't help himself and stepped forward, his eyes filled with pleading and reluctance.
"Brother, you're not truly cold-hearted. Why force yourself into this state? What happened to Mengluo was just a scheme by someone with ulterior motives. Not everyone is like her. Wouldn't it be better to learn to let go?"
Auster paused slightly, and after a long while, he spoke softly, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable chill.
"She was the first person I truly loved, and also the first person I killed with my own hands. I gave her my heart, only to be betrayed in return. I was almost sent away as a child prostitute, to be defiled by others. If it weren't for my aunt, I..."
He paused slightly at this point, his low and calm words concealing a sharp edge.
"Especially when I found out that all of this was orchestrated by the person closest to me. How can I let it go? How can I believe it again?"
At that moment, his voice sounded calm, but every word was like ice, piercing deep into people's hearts.
As Auster listened, a pang of pain shot through his heart. He had never seen Auster like this before—seemingly flawless, yet deeply mired in loneliness and pain, like someone trapped in ice, possessing the power to break free, yet choosing silence and isolation.
“I know how deeply these things have hurt you, and I know you have countless reasons to resent and hate.”
Oscheng lowered his voice slightly, but it carried a deeper, more resolute tone.
“But brother, not everyone is like her. You can’t shut all your warmth out of the past. Mother… she was also deceived, she didn’t mean it. There are many people in this world who deserve your sincere kindness.”
Upon hearing this, Auster suddenly chuckled softly, his voice low and sarcastic, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes staring directly at Auster, a hint of coldness in them.
"Being deceived? Ha... what a fine way to describe it. She's probably just going with the flow. I've known since I was little that she doesn't like me, even hates me. When has she ever really cared about my affairs? On the contrary, she often wishes I were dead! Sometimes I really wonder if I'm even her biological son."
Auster turned around, stood with his hands behind his back in the doorway, and gazed at the distant sky, as if that sky could conceal the desolation in his heart. He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice cold and distant.
"Sincerity? Not worth it."
The phrase "truly not worth it" is said lightly, yet it is like an insurmountable chasm, completely isolating him from all warmth.
Oschen, however, was unwilling to give up. He took a deep breath, and his voice became even more sincere.
"Brother, I understand your resentment towards Mother, and I know you've endured too much alone all these years. But I still hope you can be happy. The higher you climb, the colder it gets, and I don't want you to be alone forever. Even if one day you stand at the very top, what's the point if you're all alone? You are my brother, and I hope even more that someone can walk with you, truly share the beauty of this world with you, instead of leaving you to guard endless loneliness."
After these words were spoken, silence fell over the tent, as if even the wind was holding its breath to listen.
The air in the room seemed to freeze. Auster paused slightly, as if touched, but he didn't turn around. His fingers slowly curled up inside his sleeve, then slowly released.
He looked up into the distance. The sky was high and vast, the clouds thin, and the sunlight shone on him, but it couldn't penetrate his frozen heart. After a long while, he spoke softly, his tone calm but carrying an indescribable weariness.
"Second brother, you're right, but unfortunately—I don't think such a person will ever appear in my life."
After saying that, he fell silent, his entire figure seemingly blending into the sunlight, lonely yet unwilling to seek solace.
Auster opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. He knew that Auster's heart was encased in layers of ice, and melting that ice would require far more than just a few words of comfort.
But he also knew that his brother wasn't truly cold-hearted. Perhaps one day in the future, this frozen, desolate city would gradually thaw because of someone. And he could only wait and silently hope for that day to arrive.