Chapter 462: Striving to Achieve the KPI (Forty-Two) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

“Brother, I really dreamt of my son last night…”

Since the nightmare of the previous night, the Queen had been unable to sleep. When she closed her eyes and felt a little sleepy, the tragic image of her son's death would flash before her eyes. She struggled until dawn, looking haggard, and immediately sought advice from her elder brother.

Su Shiyi Lu gently comforted his younger sister.

"Don't cry, tell me slowly what you dreamed about. Don't people in the Central Plains say that dreams are the opposite of reality? It might not be a bad omen..." Su Shiyilu loved his younger sister dearly, and he was helpless when she cried.

The Queen wiped away her tears.

I suppressed my anxiety and recounted my dream in detail.

Strangely enough, no matter how terrifying her dreams were in the past, she would forget them all upon waking. But last night's dream was different; she could remember every detail clearly, even describing exactly what the twelfth prince looked like. After saying this, she lowered her head and sobbed again.

Su Shiyi Lu initially didn't take it to heart.

After all, dreams are not reliable at all.

But ever since the thief star descended from the sky, all sorts of outrageous things have happened, and people have become increasingly superstitious about dreams.

"Don't panic. Your brother has secretly sent more people to search, and good news will come soon. You must have faith in your son. Twelve is a warrior with the blood of our divine tribe flowing through his veins; he won't be easily harmed. Moreover, before he set off, your brother passed on the secret technique to him, and he will surely turn misfortune into good fortune!" Su Shiyilu kept reassuring his younger sister.

Actually, I've been trying to convince myself over and over again.

This time they were careless.

I initially thought those adult princes were insignificant, lacking strong maternal support, and their meager holdings in the royal court posed no real threat. Therefore, the guards assigned to Twelfth Prince weren't particularly noteworthy. Who knew these little beasts…

His tiger eyes flashed with a scarlet, ferocious light.

The Queen sobbed, wiping away her hot tears as if grasping at a last straw: "Really?"

Su Shiyilu laughed loudly: "When has your brother ever lied to you? Think about it, from childhood to adulthood, whenever you've wanted something, when has your brother ever broken his promise? Even when you said you wanted to marry the most majestic and powerful man in Shiwu, didn't your brother still make it happen for you?"

The King and Queen are actually much older than each other.

He had a principal wife before marrying the Queen.

But none of that matters.

His beloved sister, whom Su Shiyilu cherished, deserved the best. At that time, the king was also eager to win Su Shiyilu over. After Su Shiyilu expressed his desire to marry his sister to Su Shiyilu, Su Shiyilu wisely allowed his wife to die.

Ha, how can a mere matriarch of a small tribe compare to the little princess supported by the tribe led by Su Shiyi Lu?

Your Majesty knows perfectly well which is more important.

Upon hearing this, the Queen felt much relieved.

"Yes, brother would never lie."

"Alright, wipe away your tears. The women of our tribe are the bravest and strongest mothers in Shiwu. I'll tell you as soon as good news comes back from below." Su Shiyilu's few words brought a smile back to the Queen's face.

After leaving the Queen, Su Shiyilu still had to stir up trouble at the royal court—because there was still no news from Twelve, and the seven days given were almost up, so he couldn't delay any longer. With his best option out of the question, he could only resort to the worst possible plan suggested by his confidant.

Su Shiyilu proposed sending all eleven princes to the battlefield—claiming that only the brave deserved the throne of the Ten Crows Royal Court, and that mere theoretical discussions were insufficient, only actual military achievements would prove their worth—this move caused a great uproar in the court.

The eleven princes, who had initially appeared united, all changed their stance and argued fiercely. The nobles who had supported them were also drawn into the fray, making the entire court more chaotic than a marketplace. Even a million ducks couldn't create such a commotion.

Su Shiyi watched the play with great interest from the side.

Because Su Shiyilu's reasons truly struck a nerve with the king, he was delighted and ignored any dissent. Under his military rule, the Ten Crows were as solid as a rock; no tribe dared to attack the royal court at this time!

The troop deployment was completed in a short time.

On the eve of their departure, several assassins returned under the cover of night carrying a coffin. Upon seeing this, Su Shiyilu's heart skipped a beat. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the coffin and asked, "What is this?" He didn't realize that his voice had changed in terror.

The assassins all lowered their heads, not daring to reply.

"What is this?!"

"Who's inside!"

Are you all mute?!

Su Shiyi Lu suddenly erupted in anger.

The surrounding objects were instantly incinerated by the sudden burst of flames, and the relentless force forced the assassins from their half-kneeling positions to their knees. Even gritting their teeth, they couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance. Su Shiyilu, waiting for no reply, staggered forward and shoved open the coffin. Before him lay a headless corpse; how could he not recognize that familiar figure?

The world spun around me, and my vision flickered constantly.

"Oh my God..."

"How could this be..."

He muttered to himself, not daring to reach out. His hands gripped the coffin, facing the mangled body, he roared in a low voice, veins bulging on his forehead, his usually upright and unyielding back slightly arched, like a beast thoroughly enraged, radiating boundless killing intent!

How dare you leave?

How dare you let your mother, an elderly woman, bury her son?

How dare you?

"Who exactly harmed you?"

"stand up!"

"Get up and tell your uncle, tell your uncle that your uncle will kill him for you! Get up, I'm begging you!"

The last few sentences even carried a hint of sorrow.

Sadly, the remains in the coffin showed no reaction, lying there peacefully and motionless, as docile as when the child had turned one year old, nestled in his arms, looking at him with wide, innocent black eyes. He had watched this child grow from an innocent toddler to a handsome young man, so why, after a brief separation, was it now an eternal farewell? Su Shiyilu finally couldn't hold back anymore and covered his face with his hands.

The heat seeped through my fingers.

Of the group of assassins who returned with their mutilated bodies, only two severely wounded survivors remained; the rest had succumbed to the force of the attack. Although they appeared outwardly intact, their internal organs had been mangled into grotesque heaps. Su Shiyilu, having vented his emotions, recovered.

He asked, "Where did you find His Highness?"

The assassin endured the excruciating pain.

The reply came: "At the garrison of the Ayeqiqi tribe."

While searching for traces left by the twelfth prince, they unexpectedly discovered a group of people frantically moving something to the garrison of the Ayeqiqi tribe.

The assassins noticed something amiss and cut the coffin off.

After opening it, I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Is there any other evidence?"

The assassin took out a bamboo tube from his bosom.

Su Shiyilu quickly scanned through the intelligence gathered by the assassins, his face turning almost a ghastly liver color.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out three "good"s through gritted teeth.

The Ayeqiqi tribe is the home ground of the eldest and second eldest members.

These two illegitimate children were born to the king's first legal wife.

According to Su Shiyilu's intelligence network, these two had some familial ties with the other brothers. Back then, out of respect for the King and out of consideration for brotherhood, these two bastards were spared.

In hindsight, we've raised a tiger that has become our own worst enemy!

These two bastards are easy to get rid of.

But--

"But I..."

"How can I tell my sister..."

Unbeknownst to him, the assassins' actions were quite significant, and the news had been relayed back by the king's men.

I heard that my only legitimate son has died.

The king, who was enjoying a period of pleasure, reacted abnormally.

"Dead?"

"Yes, that mutilated body should be His Highness the Twelfth Prince."

"Oh, so be it. Go now. Remember to inform the Queen of the news..." With that, he embraced his newly acquired beauty and began to frolic with her, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Hehe, NT is low risk

_(:з」∠)_

The only downside was that the doctor said my belly fat was too thick, and they almost couldn't find the fetal heartbeat after searching for a long time...

There is reasonable suspicion that the problem lies with the instrument.

I heard it very easily back in the First Affiliated High School.

(End of this chapter)