The Sky King heard the sarcastic remarks from these children and strode over with a dragon’s gait and a tiger’s steps, his face clouded with a fury that could nearly drip water, "Silence! If you have the nerve to gossip here, why don’t you have the guts to prove yourselves at the training grounds?"
The Princes and Princesses imdiately fell silent like cicadas in winter, but still muttered discontentedly, "Mother, we’re just curious... You’re being too partial to this brother we’ve never t..."
"Partial?" The Sky King let out a cold laugh, his sharp gaze sweeping over the children, filled with a sense of iron not ford into steel, "How dare you speak? You’ve grown up with the best food and clothing under my care, the best resources of the clan have all been provided for you, and what is the result? You can’t even compare to Lu Xiao who grew up outside!"
She grew more furious as she spoke, "Usually sneaky and skiving, and now you have the nerve to speak ill here!"
The Second Prince and the Third Princess bowed their heads in sha, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.
The Sky King turned to the Eldest Prince, her tone becoming even more severe, "And you, Tian Lin! You’re not much older than Lu Xiao, and you are a pure-blooded Golden Feathered Roc, yet you failed the trial last ti. The elders all say your heart is unstable, and you neglect training. It seems I have been too indulgent with you, so from now on, I will personally train you!"
"...Understood, Mother." The Eldest Prince Tian Lin suppressed his discontent and nodded his head, leaving with his younger siblings.
Shen Tang heard their conversation, and her heart tightened suddenly. She turned to ask the Sky King, "Is the Trial Land very dangerous?"
The Sky King laughed heartily, "Relax, nothing serious will happen. The content of the trials varies from person to person, so I don’t know what Xiao’er will encounter, but the trial has only one purpose, to select those with outstanding talent and steadfast will."
"As long as one can pass the Trial Land, they can awaken the power of the Golden Roc."
Seeing Shen Tang still frowning, the Sky King patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Don’t worry at all, that child Xiao’er is so outstanding, there will definitely be no problem!"
As she spoke, she waved her hand outward, "The Great General has already led the troops ready to go, and they will escort you back to support!"
Shen Tang expressed gratitude, "Thank you, Venerable King!"
"Oh my, still calling so formally, what should you call ?" The Sky King said with a squinty smile.
Shen Tang responded with so embarrassnt, "Mother."
"Hahaha!" The Sky King laughed with teeth unveiled, "Having borne a son, now gaining such a capable daughter! This is a worthwhile birth!"
She affectionately pinched Shen Tang’s cheek, "Co, accompany Mother to have a al!"
Shen Tang was also amused by her.
No matter how leisurely the mont, it was ultimately ti to leave.
Considering the delay on the journey, it would take them a week from setting out to getting back.
The Night Glow Empire’s war is tense; after having lunch provided by the Sky King, Shen Tang led the mighty support army and departed.
...
Recently, the Yiyuan Empire’s imperial palace has been far from peaceful.
Since that early morning court session, the palace has suffered several waves of assassination attempts in succession. These assassins are all top elites, clearly aid at taking the Emperor’s life. Qiu Yang, the leader of the Hidden Guard Army responsible for protection, and his subordinates have been guarding day and night, unable to get a good night’s sleep.
"Damn it, these bastards just won’t quit!" Qiu Yang squatted on the beam, a stalk of grass in his mouth, irritably scratching his head.
"Boss, there’s so movent on the west side!" a subordinate suddenly whispered.
Qiu Yang quickly spat out the grass stalk, leading his n over to confront the threat.
It was another group of well-trained assassins. After several rounds of fighting, Qiu Yang and his team successfully dealt with this group of assassins, though feeling puzzled as to why this batch seed to be weaker and were taken down so easily.
"Sothing’s not right..." Qiu Yang’s face changed drastically, "We’ve been tricked! Your Majesty is in danger! Return to the chamber to protect the Emperor!"
Qiu Yang and his group rushed into the chamber, only to be stunned by the scene before them.
A dozen assassins lay sprawled out on the ground, already lifeless.
Crimson blood flowed wantonly across the jade-smooth floor.
The man sat on the bed, clad in a loose dark robe, his figure long and upright, with the lapels slightly open to reveal jade-like skin. His cascade of fiery red hair fell down like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully sliding across his long neck, draping at the faintly visible collarbone.
His appearance was breathtakingly beautiful; beneath brows like distant mountains were long, fox-like eyes, the corners raised slightly, carrying a natural allure.
Beneath the high nose bridge, the red lips curved in a faint smile.
The most captivating was the golden mark between his brows, adding an air of unyielding majesty amid allure, making one both want to approach and not dare to look directly.
This man was Ji Jiuli, the supre Emperor of the Yiyuan Empire.
Yet, contrary to rumors of the Emperor who had been bedridden for years, there was no trace of sickness or weakness.
His every move embodied a lazy composure, with a powerful aura subtly emanating that instinctively compelled the beastn present to submit!
The subordinates all knelt on the ground, foreheads pressed to the cold floor.
"We arrived late to protect Your Majesty, deserving of death!" Qiu Yang’s voice trembled noticeably.
The man lazily waved a hand, his bright red hair swaying slightly with the motion, "Stand up." He wrinkled his nose disdainfully, "Quickly get these filthy things out of here, they’re giving a headache."
Like receiving a great pardon, Qiu Yang imdiately directed his subordinates to clean up the scene.
He quickly stepped forward, his voice full of regret, "These traitors are becoming more cunning, using a decoy strategy just now to lure us away... We almost made a grave mistake! Is Your Majesty hurt?"
Upon hearing this, the man chuckled lightly, his slender fingers playing with a lock of red hair, "Against these inconsequential small fry..." He narrowed his captivating fox-like eyes, "Even with another century of practice, they wouldn’t be worth acknowledging."
Qiu Yang also expressed his admiration, "This ti upon returning, Your Majesty’s strength has surpassed the past, could it be that already..."
At this point, he noticed a subtle sadness crossing the man’s expression, quickly changing his wording, "Your Majesty’s return is truly the people’s fortune. In your absence over the years, the Regent King and his faction have harbored sinister ambitions, plunging the Empire into chaos. Now with Your Majesty’s firm grip on the reins of power, you can surely bring order from chaos."
Ji Jiuli softly responded, "Mm," as he turned to gaze at the darkening sky outside the window.
The unmatched handso face lost its smile, replaced by a lingering lancholy.
The bodies in the hall were all cleared out and incinerated, with the bloodstains wiped away thoroughly.
Everything contaminated by blood was replaced anew.
However, it seed a trace of blood scent lingered in the air, unable to disperse.
The man stepped barefoot from the bed and walked to the desk, opening an unfinished painting.
With his elegant hand, he wielded the brush, sketching and outlining.
After an indefinite ti, he spoke casually, "Investigate who sent these assassins."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Qiu Yang peeked stealthily at the painting.
Every ti he ca over, he saw this painting placed on the desk, worked on for quite so ti, yet the eyes were still unfinished.
Looking at the Emperor’s somber expression, Qiu Yang hesitated to speak, finally cautiously saying, "Your Majesty...there is one more thing. This subject does not know if it should be spoken..."
Ji Jiuli looked up, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes, "You’ve been at my side for so many years, since when have you beco so timid?"
Qiu Yang’s gaze involuntarily shifted to the painting on the desk, lowering his voice, "It’s... it’s about the ssenger sent to the Night Glow Empire a few days ago. Just received a report, the Night Glow Empire... has refused our request for support."
Ji Jiuli paused in his actions.
He placed the brush on the stand.
Qiu Yang half-kneeled on the ground, filled with trepidation.
Silence enveloped the air for a ti; he dared not speak further, unable to predict the Emperor’s thoughts, fearing to invite calamity.
After a long while.
A sowhat dry and hoarse voice descended from above.
"I see, you may leave."
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