I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

The outline of Kyoto loomed in the distance, like a towering beast entrenched on the earth. Chen Jue and Chen Jia escorted King Zhao, going through hardships all the way, as if they were a lone boat sailing in the stormy waves, and finally they were about to arrive at the seemingly safe harbor - Kyoto. However, they did not realize that a fierce battle as fierce as a storm was quietly gathering in the suburbs of Kyoto like dark clouds.

The escort team moved slowly along the official road, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves was particularly dazzling under the sunlight. Chen Jue rode on the horse, his brows tightly knitted into the shape of a "chuan" character. The uneasiness in his heart was like the rising tide, impacting his reason wave after wave. Chen Jia also noticed this oppressive and suffocating atmosphere. Her originally gentle eyes became as sharp as a hawk. She held the dagger tightly in her hand. The cold light of the dagger seemed to reflect her firm determination. She looked around vigilantly, not missing any slight movement.

"Ajue, I feel something is wrong. It's too quiet here. As quiet as the sea surface before a storm, with surging waves hidden underneath." Chen Jia said in a low voice. Although the voice was light, it was like an alarm bell ringing in the silence.

Chen Jue nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more stern: "Sister, everyone be careful and alert, we must get through here as soon as possible. We should not stay here for long, I am afraid there is an ambush."

However, before he finished speaking, it was like a thunderclap in the sky, and shouts of killing shook the sky. The sound was like the surging waves, and a large number of Zhao Wang's confidants rushed out from the woods on both sides of the road, and they rushed towards the escort team like a tide. These people's eyes were full of fanaticism and ferocity, and the weapons in their hands flashed the light of death in the sun.

"Protect King Zhao!" Chen Jue shouted, his voice resounding throughout the battlefield like a huge bell. He drew his sword, and the blade seemed to sense the anger of its master the moment it was unsheathed, and it uttered a clear sound. He rushed towards the enemy like an arrow from a bow, with an indomitable momentum in every step. The soldiers also raised their weapons and fought a desperate battle with the enemy. For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of swords intertwined, and blood splashed in the sun, like a blooming flower of sin.

Chen Jia stood guard beside the prisoner car. Her figure was as light as a flying swallow. She swung the dagger in her hand quickly, stabbing the approaching enemies accurately with every strike. The dagger in her hand seemed to have life, turning into silver lightning, harvesting the lives of the enemies. But the enemies kept coming like ants, and they gradually could not resist this tide-like attack.

"Sister, you go first and ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for help!" Chen Jue shouted while fighting. His eyes were looking for Chen Jia's figure in the gaps among the enemies, his eyes full of anxiety.

"No, I want to be with you!" Chen Jia responded firmly. There was no trace of retreat in her eyes, only determination and resoluteness.

At this moment, a cold arrow shot out from the darkness like a ghost, it cut through the air, and headed straight for Chen Jia with a whistle of death. The arrow was extremely fast, like a black lightning. Chen Jue was sharp-eyed and saw this fatal arrow. His heart instantly rose to his throat and he shouted, "Sister, be careful!" However, everything happened too fast, and the arrow hit Chen Jia's shoulder like a devil's kiss. Chen Jia only felt a sharp pain, as if a ball of fire was burning on her shoulder. She groaned, and her body fell to the ground like a flower that had lost its support.

"Sister!" Chen Jue witnessed this scene and felt his head "buzzing", as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. His eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and anger rose in his heart like a burning flame. "You beasts, how dare you hurt my sister!" Chen Jue roared, and the sound seemed to be a roar from the depths of hell. He rushed in the direction of the arrow like a mad beast. His sword turned into a deadly dragon in his hand, and every time he swung it, it brought a bloody rain, and the blood of the enemies splashed wherever it went. He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to avenge his sister and cut those who hurt his sister into pieces.

King Zhao saw this scene in the prison car, and a smug smile appeared on his face. His face, which was originally a little embarrassed due to being escorted, became distorted and hideous at this moment, and there was a crazy light in his eyes: "Chen Jue, do you think you can take me back to Kyoto? Today is the day you die, hahaha!" His laughter seemed particularly harsh on this bloody battlefield, like the cry of a night owl.

When Chen Jue heard the King of Zhao's laughter, his anger grew even stronger, as if it was about to burn him up. He rushed towards the place where the enemies were most concentrated, like a burning meteor. His swordsmanship became more fierce, and each sword contained a thousand pounds of force, and each move was filled with endless killing intent. His figure shuttled through the enemy group, as if he was in an empty space, leaving behind only a pile of broken limbs wherever he passed.

"Sir, there are too many of them. We can't hold on any longer!" A soldier shouted with blood all over his face, his eyes revealing despair.

Chen Jue gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Hold on, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be here soon!" Although his heart was filled with anger, his reason told him that he must hold on and wait for reinforcements.

Just when the situation was as critical as a sharp blade hanging on a hair, the sound of horse hooves like thunder came from afar. The prince and his reinforcements arrived like heavenly soldiers and generals. The prince took the lead, his eyes full of majesty and anger: "Chen Jue, here I come!"

Seeing the reinforcements coming, Chen Jue's spirits lifted, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness: "Your Highness, quickly capture Prince Zhao, don't let him run away!"

The prince immediately ordered the soldiers to split into two teams, one team chased in the direction of King Zhao, and the other team came to support Chen Jue and protect the injured Chen Jia.

Chen Jue picked up the injured Chen Jia, feeling extremely anxious. He looked at his sister's face twisted in pain, and felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe: "Sister, how are you? You must hold on!"

Chen Jia's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were trembling. He squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Ajue, I'm fine. Don't let King Zhao run away."

The prince came to them and looked at the injured Chen Jia, with a trace of pity in his eyes: "Chen Jue, take Miss Chen Jia away first, leave this to me."

Chen Jue looked at the prince with gratitude in his eyes: "Your Highness, please!" After that, he hugged Chen Jia, rode on a horse like a gust of wind, and galloped towards the capital city. Along the way, Chen Jue was anxious and kept urging the horse to speed up. The horse galloped on the official road like a flying bird under his drive, and the dust raised formed a long tail behind it.

"Sister, hold on a little longer, we'll be at the clinic soon." Chen Jue hugged Chen Jia tightly, his voice trembling a little. His forehead was covered with sweat, and it was unclear whether it was because of nervousness or fatigue from the journey.

Chen Jia smiled weakly, and that smile was like a candle swaying in the wind: "Ajue, don't worry, I won't fall down so easily."

Finally, the familiar clinic appeared in front of them. Chen Jue rushed into the clinic holding Chen Jia, his voice becoming hoarse due to anxiety: "Doctor, come and save people!"

The doctors and apprentices in the clinic were startled by this sudden scene. Seeing Chen Jia covered in blood, they immediately took action.

"Put her on the bed and all of you get out," the doctor said seriously.

Chen Jue refused to leave: "Doctor, I want to stay with her."

The doctor frowned, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Your presence here will affect my treatment, get out!"

Chen Jue had no choice but to wait anxiously outside the door. He paced back and forth in the narrow corridor, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart. His heart was full of worry and self-blame, and the scene of Chen Jia being injured kept appearing in his mind.

"It's all my fault. I failed to protect my sister. If I had been faster and more alert, my sister wouldn't have been hurt." Chen Jue muttered to himself, his fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, and every second seemed like torture. Occasionally, the sound of instruments colliding could be heard in the clinic, and every sound made Chen Jue's heart tremble violently. Finally, the door of the clinic opened and the doctor came out.

"Doctor, how is my sister?" Chen Jue hurriedly stepped forward and asked, his eyes full of fear and expectation.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said solemnly: "The arrow has been taken out, but she has lost too much blood and needs to be taken care of. Whether she can wake up depends on her luck."

Chen Jue was struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time. He felt as if his world had collapsed in an instant, and darkness filled his eyes.

"I want to go in and see her." Chen Jue seemed to come to his senses suddenly. He rushed into the ward and saw Chen Jia lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper. Her lips were bloodless, like withered petals. Chen Jue's eyes were moist. He gently held Chen Jia's hand, which was so cold that it made his heart ache.

"Sister, you must wake up." Chen Jue's voice was choked with sobs, tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

On the other side, the prince led his soldiers to chase King Zhao.

"Don't let them get away, chase them!" the prince shouted, his eyes full of anger and determination. The soldiers chased in the direction of King Zhao's escape like a raging torrent.

The king's confidants led him to run wildly in the woods. They were familiar with the terrain and fled like cunning foxes in their own territory. They used trees and bushes as cover and quickly distanced themselves from the pursuers.

"Your Highness, let's go that way, they can't catch up with us." A confidant said breathlessly, his face covered in sweat.

King Zhao sneered: "Hmph, they are lucky this time. When I recover, I will make them pay the price." There was a flame of revenge flashing in his eyes, and that flame seemed to burn everything to ashes.

The prince's soldiers searched for the king of Zhao in the woods, but the enemy seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Only their hurried footsteps and shouts were left in the woods.

"Your Highness, they seem to be heading east, let's chase them!" said a general, pointing to the footprints and broken branches on the ground.

The prince frowned, his heart filled with resentment: "We must find them and not let the King of Zhao escape again."

In the clinic, Chen Jue stayed by Chen Jia's bedside, awake all night. His eyes were filled with hatred and determination, and that hatred was like a burning flame, burning his reason.

"Sister, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you and bring King Zhao back." Chen Jue swore secretly, his hand tightly holding Chen Jia's hand, as if to draw strength from her.

The next day, Chen Jue came to the prince's residence despite his fatigue. His eyes were full of bloodshot, but the determined light did not diminish at all.

"Your Highness, is there any news about King Zhao?" Chen Jue asked, his voice a little hoarse from not sleeping all night.

The prince shook his head, his face full of annoyance: "We chased them all night, but they still escaped. However, we have set up checkpoints everywhere and strengthened the search. They can't get far."

Chen Jue clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. "Your Highness, I want to join the hunt. The King of Zhao hurt my sister so much, I must catch him with my own hands."

The prince looked at Chen Jue's determined eyes and nodded slightly: "Okay, you and I will come together. We must bring King Zhao to justice and avenge Miss Chen Jia."

So, Chen Jue and the prince once again set out on the journey to hunt down the King of Zhao. They did not miss any clues and carefully searched every suspicious place. Their eyes were full of persistence and determination, like two cheetahs chasing their prey.

In a remote village, they found some clues. The village was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the villagers saw them with fear in their eyes. After questioning, the villagers trembled and said that they saw a group of strangers carrying a wounded person and going into the mountains.

"Chase!" Chen Jue and the prince immediately headed for the mountains. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on, and the thorns scratched their clothes and skin, but they did not retreat at all.

"King Zhao, you can't escape!" Chen Jue roared in his heart, the flame of revenge burning in his eyes, that flame seemed to illuminate all the darkness in this forest.

In the clinic, Chen Jia was still unconscious. The doctor tried his best to treat her, his eyes full of concentration and worry, hoping that she could wake up soon and dispel the haze that shrouded everyone's hearts. This fierce battle in the suburbs of Kyoto not only allowed King Zhao to escape, but also seriously injured Chen Jia, making the whole situation more complicated and severe. But Chen Jue and the prince did not give up. With hatred and determination, they continued to pursue King Zhao. A new contest is about to begin, which will be the final showdown between justice and evil.