Chapter 250 Mad Queen Mother
“Snap—”
The exquisite and expensive porcelain was smashed heavily to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.
"Are you all dead? You're all standing here watching me, and I can't even hear a word!"
The woman in gorgeous clothes had a ferocious look on her face, and her originally beautiful face became extremely hideous.
The maid standing by the door remained indifferent and stared at the woman with a cold expression.
The woman became more and more angry as she thought about it. She picked up another intact porcelain piece and smashed it hard on the ground, where it mixed with the other fragments.
These porcelains come from a great country in the East and are extremely valuable. Porcelains that can be sent to a woman's palace are the best of the best.
However, for a woman, these porcelain pieces are nothing more than props for her to vent her emotions.
She doesn't care whether it's expensive or not.
What she cared about was the son who locked her up in a remote palace.
Eighteen years ago, she thought she was finally free, and happily followed her son out of that terrible underground prison and moved into this magnificent palace.
But she was happy for only a few days before she became mad.
She could not go anywhere except this palace. There were always cold maids and guards standing at the door. They treated her as a prisoner and restricted her freedom.
The woman went crazy, screamed hysterically, and smashed everything in the palace until she had no strength left and fainted on the ground.
The next day, when she woke up in bed, the palace was clean and tidy, and the furnishings were brand new, as if the vandalism had never happened yesterday.
Good, that’s really good!
She should be happy that she gave birth to a capable son.
"Denton! Denton! You devil! Why don't you just die!"
The woman cursed the owner of the palace with vicious words.
The maid standing at the door raised her eyelids and looked at the woman going crazy with indifference.
The woman lay on the bed and tore the silk sheets like a madman.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she was tired of tearing and scolding, and she lay weakly on the messy bed, gasping for breath.
“Crack!”
The tightly closed palace door was suddenly pushed open. When the maid saw the visitor, she immediately knelt down respectfully.
The woman heard the noise, turned her stiff neck, and stared at the tall man walking towards her through the hair hanging in front of her forehead.
The man had jet-black hair that reached his waist and flowed down softly. He had handsome and feminine features and a tall figure. He wore dark purple clothes and a king's crown on his head, representing his noble status.
"Mother, why are you sick again?" The man walked to the bedside, bent down slightly, and asked in a gentle tone.
"Dan...Danton!" The woman stood up, frantically smoothing her messy hair. A hint of girlish shyness shone through her, a stark contrast to her earlier frantic appearance. She softly said, "You haven't visited Mother in ages. Mother misses you so much. She wanted the maids to call you over, but they ignored my words."
She pointed her finger and looked at the maid who was still kneeling on the ground, a hint of viciousness flashing in her eyes.
"Kill them now! There's no use keeping disobedient servants!"
In less than a moment, she revealed her brutal true face.
Denton reached out his long hand, gently combing the woman's hair, and whispered like he was coaxing a lover, "Mother is tired, it's time to rest."
The woman shook her head. "No, I'm not tired."
She suddenly grabbed Denton's wrist and pulled it hard, forcing him to face her, with a sharp light in her eyes.
"Why...why don't you let me go free?"
Denton lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. Although he had a handsome face, he gave people a terrifying and sinister feeling.
"Mother, one should not be too greedy. I have already given you youth. Isn't that good enough?"
The woman's pupils shrank, she pushed him away forcefully, held her head and let out a shrill scream.
"Devil! You are a devil! I really regret giving birth to you!"
Denton straightened up, flicking his shoulder gracefully with his fingers. He ignored the woman's curses, glanced at the porcelain fragments on the ground, and said indifferently, "Human, my patience is limited. Be quiet."
The woman's scream stopped abruptly, her face showed fear, and her body curled up into a ball.
Denton turned around as if nothing had happened and said to the maid kneeling on the ground, "Clean it up."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The maid kowtowed.
Denton left slowly, leaving the woman staring blankly at his receding figure.
She really regrets it.
Forty-five years ago, in order to compete for the favor of the First Princess, she sacrificed her soul to the God of Darkness and became pregnant with the son of the devil.
At that time, she was naive and foolish, and thought she had surpassed the First Princess. Little did she know that the child in her belly almost took her life.
After ten months of pregnancy, she was so thin that her bones were visible, but her belly was terribly big.
With her last breath, she finally gave birth to the child. However, her beauty and youth disappeared, and she became old and ugly. She was so frightened that she became hysterical, drove away the maid, and rushed to the cradle.
When she saw the baby open his eyes as deep as an adult's, she subconsciously reached out and pinched the baby's neck.
Later, she did not kill the baby after all, but instead made a contract with the devil.
Although her beauty and youth were restored, she became insane. For some reason, she was thrown into a dungeon and lived a life in darkness.
After enduring for twenty-seven years, her son killed the first princess's son and became the new king of Cecilia. She thought she had finally made it and could regain her freedom, but she didn't expect to be imprisoned in this palace for eighteen years.
The devil is still the devil after all and can never be trusted.
"Denton... Denton... You will die a miserable death!"
The maid indifferently picked up the debris on the ground, letting the Queen Mother curse madly.
Denton left the remote palace and strolled through the spacious corridors. When the guards saw him, they all saluted respectfully.
A young servant ran over and knelt on one knee in front of him.
"Your Majesty, the envoy from Kakawen has been waiting in the palace for four hours."
"Really?" Denton walked forward without stopping.
The attendant stood up and followed respectfully. "The messenger also brought four young men and women who are said to be as powerful as elves."
"Oh?" Denton raised his eyebrows, showing interest. "Then let's go and take a look."
The servant completed his task and said no more.
Denton took a few steps and asked calmly, "Saen, how much benefit did the Kakawen envoy give you?"
"One thousand gold coins." Even after being exposed for accepting bribes, Saen did not feel guilty at all and answered frankly.
"Only one thousand gold coins?" Denton expressed disbelief.
"Plus two high-level blue stones." Saen didn't dare to hide it anymore. "Your Majesty, you know that I have been forging a fine sword recently."
Langan stone can enhance the toughness of weapons, and one piece is worth 100,000 gold coins. The envoy of Kakawen Kingdom spent a lot of money to bribe him.
Since he has received benefits, he naturally has to help out.
Denton narrowed his eyes and said, "This won't happen again."
Sarn knelt down: "Yes, King."
In the king's reception hall, the fat envoy from Kakawen kept wiping the cold sweat from his face.
He had been waiting here for four hours, from afternoon until dark, and the damn servant who took his bribe was nowhere to be seen.
This made him suspect that he had bribed the wrong person.
The country of Cecilia is no longer what it used to be. Seeing the king is as difficult as ascending to heaven. If it were not for his own glory and wealth, how could he hold back his anger and stand in this cold palace, waiting so bitterly?
“Gurgle—”
"Whose stomach is growling?" Locke turned around and asked the four boys and girls behind him.
These four boys and girls were very young, and looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. They all had golden hair, fair skin, and delicate facial features. They wore revealing clothes and beautiful jewelry, and were dressed as beautiful as vases.
They had been standing here with Locke for four hours, their legs were already weak from exhaustion and they were starving.
However, no matter how hungry I was, my stomach didn't make any strange noises.
The girl standing on the left raised her hand and pointed at Locke.
Lauke frowned and touched his big belly, and the "gurgling" sound came again.
He snorted in anger and wanted to turn around and leave.
Think about him, Lauke Sicali, who was also a high-ranking duke in the Kingdom of Kakawen. He was sent by the king to the Kingdom of Cecilia for peace talks, but was treated coldly and was extremely angry.
Just as he was struggling with his conscience, he heard light footsteps behind him.
"Your Majesty, this is the envoy from Kakawen, Duke Laoke." Saen stepped forward and introduced.
"Oh, really?" Denton walked past the envoys, came to the throne, and sat down gracefully.
Louke forced a smile, the fat on his face trembling. "Your Majesty, I am Louke Sikari. I am honored to be sent as an envoy to your country by the order of my king."
He raised his right hand over his chest and saluted the man on the throne.
Denton supported his forehead with one hand, sitting lazily, his eyes passing over the obese messenger and falling on the four boys and girls.
"Are they humans who are comparable to elves?"
The smile on Locke's face froze. He rolled his tiny eyes, took two steps to the side, and tried hard to sell.
"Yes, they are gifts I carefully selected and brought specially to His Majesty the King."
Denton looked around with a half-smile, then pointed at the girl on the left and said, "You, come forward."
The girl on the left trembled slightly, and walked towards the throne tremblingly with her bare feet on the cold floor. As she walked, the decorations on her body made crisp sounds.
When she was two meters away from the throne, she stood still, looking down at the ground, quietly waiting for the king to speak.
Denton said, "Look up and look at me."
"...Yes, Your Majesty." The girl raised her beautiful face, her blue eyes sparkling. When she saw that the king on the throne was not a man in his forties or fifties, but a young, handsome man, she couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.
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