Chapter 29 July Flower Reborn

"All servants who were responsible for His Royal Highness the Holy Son's food and daily life the day before yesterday and yesterday, step out."

The tall and spacious lobby has white walls with golden edges, which looks sacred and clean. Sunlight shines softly into the room through the colored glazed windows above. The exquisite reliefs on the walls support the wall lamps, and the whole hall is dazzlingly bright.

There were five or six rows of servants in white standing in the hall, all of them bowing their heads and clasping their hands. No one made a sound until the short-haired man at the front spoke.

The man was wearing the same white clothes as them but with gold edges. He looked extremely angry and glanced coldly at the two rows of servants that came out.

"You can commit suicide now."

The anger on his face was very mild, and he didn't say anything else. Even when the servants immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, he remained unmoved, and even became more angry the more they begged.

"Your Highness must not make any mistakes! Even if he loses a hair, the lives of all of you will not be enough to make up for it! You actually let His Highness fall ill!"

"Lord Ed! Please forgive the others! This is all my fault! Yesterday, His Highness was reading by the window, and I forgot to close the window! I deserve to die!"

A brown-haired servant almost crawled over and kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead making a dull sound as it touched the smooth and clean floor.

Ed immediately grabbed his neck and lifted him up, saying in a cold voice: "You really deserve to die. Your Highness is now in a high fever and unconscious."

"Ed, that's enough."

A voice came from the inner court. The voice was a little hoarse and gloomy. His voice was not loud, but it silenced everyone here. Those who begged for mercy also shut up and just curled up and trembled.

Ed immediately let go. Even though he was not here, he still walked quickly towards the corridor of the inner court and bowed: "Your Highness, I am sorry to disturb you."

The corridor was straight and deep, with two white gauze curtains embroidered with gold flowers between them. A figure walked out in the distance. Ed immediately walked forward quickly and lifted the gauze curtains one by one.

People outside only saw the gauze curtain rising and then fluttering down.

A faint sound and a low cough were heard. The whispering voice was different from the usual clear and gentle one. It was weak. At this time, the servants in the outer hall could not help but look over there, even the brown-haired man whose life was uncertain.

There was still fear on their faces, but now they were filled with guilt. The servants standing respectfully on the side all cast angry glances at the brown-haired man, as if they were looking at a blasphemer.

The brown-haired man had a face full of dejection, and suddenly he took out a knife from his pocket and was about to commit suicide. Everyone saw it, but no one stopped him, instead, everyone looked expectant.

"ah!"

A golden light flashed, and the dinner knife in the brown-haired man's hand flew out.

The gauze curtain was lifted, and a corner of golden flowers rose up, shining brightly under the colorful soft light cast by the glazed window. Everyone in the outer hall bowed their heads and said in unison: "Hello, His Royal Highness."

"Cough, cough, cough..." The muffled cough became clearer, and the servants kneeling on the ground could only see the white gold-woven robe that dragged on the ground.

The footsteps were getting closer, and a servant couldn't help but raise his head and saw a pair of white fingers sticking out from the sleeve, with slender knuckles and red fingertips.

"Hant, this isn't your fault, don't do this."

The voice that was suppressed was gentle and calm, and the voice was so young, but there was a sense of infinite tolerance and doting. The brown-haired servant's eyes were full of tears, and they fell drop by drop on the floor in front of him.

He curled up and knelt on the ground with his palms facing down. At this moment, he suddenly looked up at the figure.

His Royal Highness the Son of God had long platinum hair that was braided and fell to his chest. He wore a white robe that covered his neck and below. The golden embroidery was intricate and noble, but on him it only looked holy, and one might even sigh that such vulgarity was not worthy of him.

His eyelashes and eyebrows are platinum, but his pupils are light purple, and under his upturned nose are light pink lips. He is so handsome that people don't think these differences from ordinary people are weird or exaggerated. They just think he is like Ye Tan, pure and beautiful.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... You remember my name... Your Highness!"

Hunter's voice was hoarse, and as he looked at his light purple eyes that were lowered to look at him, his breathing became rapid, and regret and painful joy were almost overwhelmed him.

"Hant, don't do this. I don't like you kneeling down to me." His Royal Highness the Son of God looked at the servant with gentle and peaceful eyes, and his snow-white cheeks were slightly red due to a low fever.

"Ed, I asked them to open the window a few days ago because I wanted to see the scenery. Let's end this matter here. We're almost late for the party." He stretched out his hand and asked everyone to stand up.

Hunter immediately crawled to his feet, walked quickly forward, pinched the fingertips of His Highness the Son of God and wanted to kiss his hand, but Ed immediately went up and brushed him away.

His Highness coughed twice, glanced at the servants, and walked away without saying anything. Behind him, Ed pardoned their death penalty, but asked them to pack up and leave the temple immediately.

As soon as he walked out of the front hall, he said to the attendant beside him in a calm voice: "Handkerchief."

The person guarding him immediately handed over a handkerchief respectfully. The profile of His Royal Highness the Son of God was pure and beautiful. He slowly wiped the fingertips that had just been touched by Hunt, and then casually threw it to the person beside him.

His purple eyes were emotionless, as if all that tenderness and compassion was just an illusion.

He slowly walked towards the luxurious carriage that had been waiting at the door. He had people following him all the way, as if he was some fragile crystal. If he coughed twice, there would be worried eyes following him.

"Your Highness, it's been handled." Ed lifted the curtain of the carriage, lowered his head to report, and then sat in the front next to the coachman.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The carriage had just gone some distance when Hunter's heart-wrenching voice suddenly came from behind. Then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the slow clattering sound of the carriage.

"Hunter committed suicide." Ed's voice came from the front.

His Highness the Son of God, who was sitting alone in the carriage, still had his eyes half-closed, as if he was thinking about something. He was calm and said, "Clean it up."

After a moment he opened his eyes and placed his fingers over his heart, feeling the full elemental power within him, before he stretched out his hand and looked at his fingers.

Who would have thought that he did not die in the finale and was reborn to a time before all the catastrophes happened.

The carriage drove along the smooth and clean road, and the rhythmic sound of the carriage became more real. He raised his purple eyes, stretched out his hand to half lift the curtain, and looked out.

In front of us is a black fence covered with double-petaled golden flowers. You can vaguely see the family emblem of a blue python protecting flowers on the gate not far away, shining in the sunlight.

As the carriage moved on, more things could be seen, including a garden not far away and a castle-like manor house a little further away. A group of servants in black and white suits and even a wizard in a black robe were already waiting at the door.

"Your Highness, the new head of Hilt is here to greet you at the door."

Hearing this, the Holy Son frowned slightly, lowered the curtain, closed his eyes slightly and exhaled lightly. The low fever was wearing on him. After all, he was still a mortal. His body was still trembling slightly, but his face was getting hotter.

The reason that made him persevere was the so-called new head of the family, Luther.

In his mind, there was no one named Luther in the Hilt family, let alone the so-called change of the head of the family.

After the carriage stopped, he opened the curtain and looked at the man in the dark blue robe standing in the front. The man was too tall, and he couldn't look down at him even when he stood beside the carriage.

He has a deep face, a high nose and superior brow bones that are stunning at first sight. His pair of dark blue eyes are beautifully shaped, with the tails of his eyes slightly turned down, giving him a restrained elegance. His calm gaze falls on his face, with a kind of indifferent coldness.

He stretched out his hand, and on his index finger was a ring with the family emblem. It was slender, with distinct joints and without a single flaw.

"His Royal Highness, Holy Son, are you?"

The Holy Son reached out his hand and slowly walked down the steps. Only when he stood in front of him could he understand his sense of oppression. He stood in front of the Holy Son and could completely block him. His gaze from top to bottom naturally carried a kind of faint control and fear.

"Congratulations, the new head of Hilt."

"Luther, call me Luther." His voice was low and his pronunciation was calm and peaceful. Every move he made as he protected him was elegant and dignified. Suddenly he chuckled.

"It seems that I have made you unhappy. Is it because I took the initiative to put someone next to you?"

"Your Highness has already dealt with it."

The two were at the front, and no one dared to come over to eavesdrop. The people behind could only see the new head of Hilt talking to His Royal Highness the Holy Son with his body turned sideways.

The Son of God looked at Luther who was staring at him. His lavender eyes were clear and bright, and his platinum eyelashes were a beautiful sight when he raised them slightly.

"Luther, if Hilt still needs my purification ability, don't stretch your hand so far."

Luther stopped and looked into his eyes with his eyes downcast. He suddenly let out a sigh of admiration, without saying anything good or bad. His eyes were slightly downcast, and his eyelids were deep, giving off a feeling of deep affection.

"Your Highness has a pair of very beautiful eyes."

"Thank you very much."

This banquet was initiated by Patriarch Hilt. After all, he had just taken over, and he needed to let the entire aristocratic circle know what the new Patriarch of the three major families was like.

He stood on the stage wearing a dark blue robe, his broad palms containing power, and everyone was waiting for him to complete the last ritual - lighting up the family emblem.

The succession ceremonies of the three major families are all like this, to demonstrate the pure and powerful elemental power of the head of the family. The brighter the better.

Ed walked behind the Son of God and saw that His Highness was frowning slightly, so he couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Is Luther the illegitimate son of the previous head of the family? Why have I never heard of him before?"

Ed looked at His Royal Highness in amazement, and immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness? Luther is the only son of the wife of the head of the Hilt family. He has been allowed to enter and leave the royal court since he was a child, and he often goes to the temple to visit you."

"It seems that your condition is very serious. You should return to the temple in advance. I think the head of the Hilt family will understand. After all, he cares about you so much."

At this moment, all the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and a symbol of a blue python holding a golden flower suddenly lit up, and the light illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The whispers of the people below reached the Son's ears.

"This pure elemental power is truly astonishing. It is indeed because of my close relationship with His Majesty the Saint that I can be purified from time to time..."

The blue python suddenly moved and swam towards the Son of God at a rapid speed. It wrapped around his body and wrapped around his slender waist. Its snake mouth was resting on the side of the Son of God's snow-white face, and it looked at everyone with indifferent eyes.

"Oh my god. It's incredible that the guardian beast can be awakened..."

The Son of God suddenly looked up and met Luther's gaze on the stage. He frowned slightly and his heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, the next second Luther walked towards him, looked at him with a smile, stroked his cheek with his fingers, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the royal court has already agreed on the marriage between me and His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

The Son of God's fingers suddenly clenched, but were suddenly wrapped by the man's large palm.

"I will be your fiancé from now on."

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The slums are just on the other side of the upper town. There are no decent houses here, only crowded sheds, and the maze of alleys is full of garbage.

There were barely a few houses close to the edge of the upper city. At the doorway stood a woman in a long skirt with half her breasts exposed, her chest stuffed with banknotes. There were also some good-looking teenagers. One of the young men had his chest half uncovered, his pants were loose and his buttocks were sticking up, and banknotes were stuck in his tight leg rings.

In the alley behind such a house, a group of thugs surrounded the man hiding behind a trash can. The men were dressed in shabby clothes, but their exposed arms and legs showed some muscles, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

"Dead?"

One of them kicked the man with closed eyes lying behind the garbage truck, and when there was no movement, he was about to slap the man, but he was disgusted by the dirt on his body.

"You unlucky thing, it's your bad luck to run into me."

"You are such a cheap dog, it's a blessing that you died. In your next life, you can be reborn as a nobleman."

The man laughed and kicked him twice more, then picked up a stone and smashed it on the man's head.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked up and met a pair of deep and vicious black eyes.

“I’ve actually returned to this time…”