Chapter 825 The Prince is the True Dragon Emperor
After the prince's kind persuasion, the crowd in the street finally dispersed.
The prince returned to the palace in a motorcade. He first visited his "seriously ill" father in the main hall and comforted the grieving queen before heading to the side hall where the court officials of the Great Yu Kingdom were located.
Lord Bi looked at him approvingly and said, "Your Highness's move will surely win the hearts of the people and greatly benefit your future ascension to the throne."
Lord Yang said, "The king is seriously ill, and Prince Ali must be unable to restrain himself. The prince has become the popular choice for the next monarch. I suspect that Prince Ali's next move will be to take action against the prince. Does the prince have any trustworthy guards around him?"
The prince pursed his lips: "Only the hundred-man army that Miriam sent yesterday."
“To Prince Alexander, a hundred-man army is nothing,” Cheng Wanwan said. “Over the past ten years, Prince Alexander has had countless opportunities to kill the king, but he has always spared the king’s life, which shows that he does not want to give the people any reason to criticize him. Therefore, even if he wanted the prince’s life, he would not do it openly, but would probably send someone to assassinate him.”
Everyone became worried, realizing that the prince couldn't defend against either open attacks or hidden arrows.
"Are you afraid of death?" Cheng Wanwan looked up at Victor. "There are ways to deal with being afraid of death, and there are ways to deal with not being afraid of death."
The prince replied without hesitation, "I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of living such a pathetic and meaningless life."
Cheng Wanwan curled her lips: "Then let's pull off a deception, a resurrection..."
The strategists, Lord Bi and Lord Yang, present at the scene, showed signs of doubt.
But they said nothing, because, at present, there seemed to be no problem with the plans proposed by Mrs. Sui.
For example, when they were treating old lady Miriam, they all thought that using heart's blood was nonsense, but strangely enough, the old lady recovered.
Now, they could vaguely guess what Madam Sui meant by "deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea" and "resurrection by borrowing a corpse." Although they felt it was useless, at this point, they had no choice but to try anything...
Lady Sui offered advice to the royal family, so they continued to help the prince win over the civil officials, hoping to recruit as many as possible.
After leaving the side hall, the prince returned to his own palace.
He dismissed all the palace servants and sat quietly by the window in the inner room. There was a book on the table, and he was making tea according to the instructions in the book.
He was just starting to learn how to brew tea and didn't quite master the heat. The first cup of tea was very bitter, but he still drank it down sip by sip.
I had just finished my cup of tea when I heard a noise by the window.
He turned his gaze and said calmly, "If a guest is visiting late at night, there's no need to go through the window; just come in through the front door."
As soon as he finished speaking, the window was smashed open, and a dark figure leaped in through the window, a gleaming knife pressed against the prince's neck.
“Asek, it’s you.” The prince looked at him. “I remember you were four years older than me. When I was a child, I visited the military camp once, and you taught me archery. I never thought that after so many years, we would meet again, and I never thought that we would meet in this way.”
The dark figure was none other than Asek. He couldn't believe that His Highness the Prince remembered his name, even though they had only met once, and it was a brief encounter more than ten years ago...
He pulled down his black mask and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I am a soldier and must obey orders. I will leave Your Highness with a complete body."
The prince said calmly, "Let's do it."
He closed his eyes, his face showing no fear.
The man in black gripped his long knife, but a slight hesitation arose within him.
But he hesitated for only a moment before suddenly swinging his knife and leaving.
However.
Just then, a golden light suddenly flashed behind the prince, and countless dragons leaped up.
The man in black was so frightened that he retreated abruptly: "True Dragon...True Dragon Emperor!"
He dared not make another move and jumped out of the open window.
He ran frantically to the prince's palace, panting, and said, "The prince is surrounded by golden light, the prince is the true Son of Heaven, your subordinate dares not... dares not lay a hand on the Son of Heaven..."
"Nonsense!" Prince Alex slashed the man in black with his sword, his face cold. "Miriah, go!"
Miria stood to one side with her hands at her sides and said in a low voice, "The king saved my mother. If I were to kill the king's son, I would be an unfaithful and unjust person. I beg Your Highness to send someone else."
The prince's face was gloomy, like a dark cloud sweeping in from the horizon. He said, slowly and deliberately, "I will go myself."
He didn't believe in any of that stuff about real dragons or fake dragons.
He'll kill everyone in the royal family and see who dares to stop him from becoming the supreme ruler of Assab.
He drew his sword, led his entourage, and, shrouded in night, headed towards the prince's palace.
The aroma of tea wafted out as he kicked open the door to the prince's bedroom.
The prince was not surprised at all, and looked up at him: "I didn't expect that Uncle Wang would come to see me off in person. Well, that's fine."
The prince, too lazy to waste words, raised the knife in his hand and charged at him.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed behind the prince, shooting straight to the roof. Within the light screen, four or five golden dragons leaped and swung, as if about to charge over.
Prince Alexander's eyes widened suddenly.
This... this strange phenomenon actually exists! Is this kid also the Son of Heaven?
Is this greenhorn the next king of Asab?
How could he accept this?
He stepped forward again, intending to cut off the prince's head with a single stroke.
But the golden light was so intense that it filled him with apprehension.
The prince seemed oblivious, a bitter smile appearing on his lips: "Uncle, are you unable to do it? Then I'll do it myself. May I ask for a dignified way to die?"
Prince Alexander was more than pleased with this suggestion.
He didn't want to kill the king with his own hands, nor did he want to kill the prince himself, but the current situation forced him to do so.
Since the prince is willing, that saves us trouble.
He sheathed the knife in his hand: "Then choose your own way of dying."
The prince lowered his head and picked up a cup of tea from the table: "If I were stabbed or hacked to death, my uncle would not be able to explain to my father and mother, nor to the people of Asab. Therefore, taking poison and dying suddenly is the best option. My uncle can then announce to the world that I died of grief because my father was seriously ill and I was constantly worried about him."
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.
Almost immediately, black blood flowed from his lips, and he collapsed to the ground.
At the same time, the entire hall was enveloped in golden light, and countless golden dragons flew around in the sky, roaring silently.
Those waiting at the palace gate were all the prince's subordinates, and everyone was stunned.
"So the 'death of the true dragon' mentioned in the inscription refers to His Highness the Prince!"
"If the true dragon is dead, does that mean Asab is doomed?"
“We assisted the Prince in killing His Highness, we are also guilty, shouldn’t the God punish us…”
Everyone at the entrance of the main hall knelt down.
Prince Alex was frightened by the strange phenomenon. When he turned around, he saw his confidants kneeling and praying. He was immediately filled with rage.
He stepped forward and, with a single stroke, killed them one by one, their heads falling to the ground.
...Once these people die, no one will ever know that the prince was the next true king!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
