卫承渊 looked at Wei Junzhuo’s face, so similar to his own, with his mind free from the previous pain. Instead, there was a faint sorrow and ache in his heart.

Thinking about his current circumstances, he came to his senses, with a slightly unusual flush on his face, and slowly said:

"Stop your hand, brother."

At this moment, the rear of the Wei Country army suddenly fell into confusion. Wei Junzhuo turned around following the calls of the soldiers and lifted his head, seeing a woman dressed in red light armor standing on the city wall of Qingzhou City.

That’s... Princess Changle of Yan Country? So, that was Rong Heng’s hidden move.

Wei Junzhuo hadn’t had time to ponder further when Wei Chengyuan’s pupils suddenly shook violently; a trace of crimson appeared at the corner of his lips, and his complexion abruptly turned pale.

"Phh—" He clutched his chest, struggling to suppress the turmoil within, but couldn’t hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Little brother!" Wei Junzhuo exclaimed in shock. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The surrounding Wei Army soldiers stared at this scene in disbelief, questioning their ears and doubting their existence.

Little brother?

Since when did the Great General have a younger brother?

And this person was clearly a leader of the Yan Army!

However, this person’s appearance indeed bore some resemblance to the Great General—

Seeing Yuan coughing up blood, Rong Heng hurriedly abandoned the Wei soldiers around him and rushed toward him, shouting across the crowd:

"Wei Junzhuo, you wouldn’t kill your brother just after meeting him, would you?"

Wei Junzhuo: "..."

He truly was the little brother.

Wei Junzhuo recalled the appearance of Gu Lan hesitating to speak to him in the past. At that time, he suspected that the little brother might have already become one of the Yan people, and it turned out to be true...

He thought they would never meet again in this lifetime. His sister also said to let him live his life freely, never to return to that dark, filthy place.

Wei Junzhuo lowered his head, staring at the hand tightly gripping the giant spear.

The attack he had just made was indeed with ninety percent of his strength, the little brother took it, and the little brother coughed blood...

Wei Junzhuo became flustered, wondering if he had accidentally killed the little brother he hadn’t seen in over twenty years, at their very first meeting!

As he was rushing in urgency, Rong Heng had already quickly arrived.

The surrounding soldiers faced this unusual scene, each hesitating to move, fearing to step forward.

Seeing Wei Chengyuan still sitting upright on horseback, though his face was somewhat pale, Rong Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does it hurt?" Rong Heng tugged his mouth, gloomily taking Wei Chengyuan’s pulse.

Wei Chengyuan grinned foolishly, proudly saying: "Not as painful as before, Rong Heng, I think you can’t defeat my brother."

Though he couldn’t recall things from his childhood, he could at least tell that Wei Junzhuo was definitely his brother—the look on Wei Junzhuo’s face said it all.

Rong Heng: "...No treatment then, just kill him."

Seeing Prince Xiang of Dayan so close, Wei Junzhuo felt a surge of desire to capture the king first and kill Rong Heng in revenge for Lu Jian.

However, his gaze fell on Rong Heng’s hand resting on Wei Chengyuan’s pulse, suppressing this thought.

He could see that Rong Heng was treating the little brother, and that the little brother trusted him immensely.

If he attacked Rong Heng now, he might never gain the little brother’s forgiveness.

"Yuan," Wei Junzhuo hoarsely began, his voice choked and bitter, "Have you been well all these years? Are you... now Rong Heng’s subordinate?"

Wei Chengyuan’s head surged with a faint, needle-like pain because of his words. This pain was bearable as he squeezed his brows and asked back:

"How do you know I’m called Yuan?"

Wei Junzhuo answered, eyes slightly reddened, dazed: "You originally were called Wei Chenyuan, Junzhuo, Liuyu, Chenyuan—those are our names."

Junzhuo, Liuyu, Chenyuan—those are our names.

These words echoed in Wei Chengyuan’s mind, "boom," stirring up endless waves.

Wei Chengyuan took a deep breath, and in front of him, darkness surged as countless fragmented memories flooded back.

He recalled some things,

He wanted to find Lanlan.

Wei Junzhuo watched Wei Chengyuan immersed in his recollections, his heart aching like a knife, gently saying:

"If you don’t remember, it might be because of the medicine trials back then... Those medicines were meant for you and me, but every time you said you weren’t afraid of pain and fought to take them for me."

...

"Don’t, don’t... don’t bully brother, and don’t bully sister..."

In the dark, dim prison cell, a young boy’s face was covered with tears, clinging tightly to the cold iron bars.

He gazed anxiously at the bloodied, scarred teenager fallen outside the cell.