314 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Chapter 43)

Looking back now, I have different thoughts. Perhaps, this has always been the case in large families, where there is little kinship. Or perhaps, all families are inherently like this, never changing, only that we haven't experienced it ourselves.

One thought, one idea, but now, it is not as one wishes. This vast royal city is ultimately not one's own, and with the emperor temporarily gone, the royal city has lost its core.

At this moment, I only wish to grow thinner and thinner for her sake, without regret. To win one person's heart and stay together until old age, even if it means returning to being a simple girl, is enough. As for the affairs of the royal city, I am ultimately only responsible for slaying demons.

Perhaps my elder brother had already foreseen what would happen in the future. Only by not interfering in the power struggle in the royal city could he have a chance to stay out of it. The imperial family has many constraints. If he were to be an ordinary person, his power would not allow it!

At this moment, without realizing it, she was only thinking about her lover. Perhaps, although he was the son of her elder brother and her nephew, apart from the eldest prince, whom she had seen often when she was a child, the other princes were just names.

The forces behind them, with their layers of protection and guidance, were not something I had much familiar with. Moreover, in this matter, someone had ultimately overstepped their bounds, and as for how to handle it, I didn't know if I could manage it. Even though it was the Demon Slayer Division, I ultimately couldn't interfere in matters of this place.

In the midst of his thoughts, he suddenly realized that perhaps this was why his elder brother separated the Demon Slaying Division from the county government. However, he had always paid more attention to the eldest prince, since he had often been by his side when the prince was young, personally playing with him. As for the other princes, he rarely saw them.

She gently shook her head, leaning against his warm chest, and suddenly felt a little tired. She whispered, "Chen Lang, from now on I will only handle matters of the Demon Slayer Division. Other matters should be handled by the appropriate people."

I originally intended to come to Huangtu County, but upon arrival, I wondered whose young man had captivated my Yue'er. If what Yue'er said is true, entrusting this place to him for management would be a good thing.

The borderlands are presumably the first line of defense for the royal city against demonic beasts, so I discussed this matter with my nephew before I left.

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on the ethereal moon. With a gentle smile, her eyes curved like crescent moons, revealing an incredible and natural charm. Her smile, especially when she turned her head, caused the three rivers to sway, instantly exuding a myriad of alluring qualities.

Piaomiaoyue chuckled softly, her smile as beautiful as a flower in March, more charming than any flower, a smile that could charm a hundred hearts and captivate a city, as if she had received the approval of a loved one!

Yun Su and Han Linling smiled gently, then covered their mouths and chuckled softly, whispering to each other!

Yun Su said softly, "Sister Yue's smile is truly captivating; her lover is reluctant to part with her!"

The three then spoke in hushed tones.

Jingzhai continued softly, "Regarding the matter of Dalong Prefecture, according to what my elder brother accepted back then, it is acceptable for Shen Lang to be like this. However, the power dynamics in the royal city are now very complex, and the princes are fiercely competing for territory."

If Shen Lang were to take over the vacant Dalong Prefecture, he would likely face considerable resistance; if he refused, naturally no one would bother him.

After a brief analysis, the other three women also stopped talking and listened quietly. Since it concerned their lovers' future, they couldn't afford to be distracted. They pondered carefully.

Quietly analyzing and explaining, the relationships in this royal city are complex. When the emperor was alive, the other princes naturally had little hope. However, now that he has suddenly left without leaving a word, it has naturally become a battleground for the princes.

After all, this position grants access to the nation's resources, wealth and honor, beautiful women, rare and precious materials, various cultivation methods, and immense power. One can decide the fate of the world with a single word. Such a spirited, ambitious, and heaven-shaking feeling is always captivating.

Then, though he had something to say, he thought to himself, "If my lover could unify this royal city, and if he were capable and had the right mindset, it would be a good thing!"

After all, compared to his elder brother's obsession with immortality, his lover was not so fixated, and his actions were rooted in benevolence and righteousness. Although decisive in killing, he was far less ruthless than his brother.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he realized that this matter had great potential, but there was no need to rush. The struggle for Dalong Prefecture was not just about theoretical discussions; it would ultimately come down to a contest, and not just a battle between private armies.

The top members of the clan need to fight each other openly or secretly, even if it's a matter of life and death, to determine who is superior. If one is not careful, annihilation is not impossible.

She gently approached, stood straight, with a slender back, long legs, and exquisite boots. Her toes lightly touched the ground, and instantly one felt a surge of attraction, her chest so high.

With his hands clasped together and tilted to the side, his eyes stared intently, as if trying to see every detail clearly. After multiple cellular evolutions, his body was now as strong as steel, and his cells were as hard as diamonds. On the surface, he looked like an exquisitely beautiful gemstone.

At this moment, the more she looked at her lover, the more exquisite he seemed, even more so than a jewel, and his chest was as solid as iron, harder and more robust than ironware or precious artifacts.

Then, her eyes were filled with deep infatuation, as if she were completely captivated, gently. Like a tender wife, she reached out her hand, her hand like a tender shoot, her wrist like a white lotus root, slender and soft, incomparably white and smooth.

She gently stroked the collar of her beloved's clothes, her fingers carefully gliding over the collar to smooth out the tiny wrinkles, occasionally accidentally touching his firm chest.

Her eyes were filled with love and care for her husband, and a hint of mischief that was hard to detect.

With heads slightly bowed, they savored this unique love and caress; in that instant, a silent communication seemed to flow between their souls.

Seeing this, Yun Su, Piao Miao Yue, and Han Lin Ling chuckled softly. Then, they whispered something in each other's ears. The three of them, with their slender, jade-like fingers, plump and fair, soft and lustrous like pearls, carefully straightened their lover's clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles or unevenness.

The movements were gentle, smoothing everything out, conveying warmth, love, and a hint of mischief.

Seeing their lover make such a fool of himself, the group burst into laughter. Like a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful butterfly, they gracefully skimmed across the ground and disappeared into the distance.

Her long, silky hair cascaded down to her waist like a piece of fine, jet-black silk, shimmering with a faint silver luster in the sunlight. A clear laugh and soft whispers drifted over: 'Sister Jingzhai, you have such a wonderful idea!' 'You all too!' 'And Yue'er, so considerate of her lover!'

Her silky long hair shimmered in the sunlight, like the graceful dance of Empress Feiyan. Her long hair, flowing like clouds, was so beautiful that it surpassed the beauty of the past and present. Even the lotus flowers were ashamed of their delicate faces. In the ethereal breeze, her cloud-like hair danced lightly.