Capítulo 37: Chapter 37
A few days later, Wang Han left on military business — the events on the border were oh so turbulent, and the presence of the Prince, famous for his military prowess and courage, benefited everyone. But Wang Han's mind was absent, and many noted this to themselves. Someone, either with joy or with envy, used to say that the Prince was in a wedding premonition, someone said that he was unwell, and someone (well, very rare personalities), as expected, kept quiet.
Wang Han, indeed, was in deep thought. The conversation in the forest with the Princess did not go out of his head. Like the ghost of his brother — her face stood before his eyes — crying, with an imploring expression, and he could not do anything to get rid of her image before his eyes.
"You both conspired to destroy me, both alive and dead!…" he threw bitterly into the void, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands.
But not so much the image of Heonui tormented his soul as the words she blurted out in a frenzy during that thunderstorm.
What would her words mean? "And now, when he is dead, and my eyes began to see, I saw too late ... You..."
Wang Han shook his head angrily. Did he try to discern something in his own heart in this phrase? No matter how he killed his love for Heonui Alexandrovna in his soul, everything was in the way of something that again threw huge logs into his dying fire. He caught himself in a desperate thought that Heonui meant exactly what he suspected — that she looked at him with different eyes, that now it tormented her soul from memory to her brother, and Wang Han himself intended to marry.
"Why did not you explain?... Why did you run away?..." he muttered, shaking his head.
Cho Hak Che entered his tent, equipped for hiking, respectfully groaning to reveal his presence.
"Your Royal Highness, everyone is ready to move on. We must appease the rebels, sir. How are you? Ready?"
"Let's go without fail," replied Wang Han, assuming his usual, serious expression on his face.
"That is right, sir, let us go indeed," Cho Hak Che, somewhat surprised, nodded, bowing, and yet, with curiosity that killed him and for the sake of his colleagues, who were also burning with doubts, he asked, "Sir, do not be angry for the question, but everybody is worried about your well-do, but…" he grunted again, blushing, "are you really okay? Just now, as if your thoughts were somewhere far away, we did not wait for your opinions for—"
"Opinions?" Wang Han looked worried.
"About the uprising, well, opinion," the general hastened to explain. "But we decided ... without you ... but I wanted to know ... Are you so worried about the wedding? We have been friends with you for ten years now, and I—"
"About the wedding," replied Wang Han sharply.
"Ah," the general chuckled. "I understand. I was also so worried at my age that I drank half to death and was late for the ceremony! Oh, father, me, and—"
"I cannot just get drunk," Wang Han shook his head. "We have a coup on our nose. I am needed here."
The general straightened up and, slapping The Prince on the shoulder in a friendly way, said:
"Do not worry like that, Your Royal Highness! We will straighten everything out, and we will return, and your bride, Mrs. Chenghuan, a beauty and a favourite among our people, will be near you, and everything will go on as usual. So you do not have to get drunk!"
"I think it will still have to," Wang Han answered him, looking into his eyes. "Because this wedding is not to happen."
With these words, the Prince, taking a cap from a wooden table hastily knocked together by soldiers, past Cho Hak Che, who was dressed as if by lightning, rushed out of the tent with the cry, "Let us leave, right now!"
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