Chapter 229 "Overthrow your wife."...
On a windy day, we boarded the royal train bound for the western capital. The journey was surprisingly smooth, and we arrived in the capital in a day and a half.
A strong wind was blowing in the capital, and the sand was so thick that it was impossible to open one's eyes. After getting off the train, I immediately got into a horse-drawn carriage to avoid getting sand in my eyes.
When we entered the palace, we were completely covered up, almost to the point that we had to cover our eyes as well, and we could hardly walk.
Living in a place like this is definitely a sign of true love for the West. I've lived here since I was a child, I'm used to it, and I don't want to leave.
The Westerlands have two months of windy days, with strong winds blowing every few days, and two months of rainy season, with rain pouring down endlessly, just like the weather when Princess Yanni first married into the Westerlands.
In addition, there is the scorching dry season. The western border is a region with a long dry season, which has resulted in a large desert.
It snows in the Westerlands, but only in the central part of the Westerlands.
Upon entering the inner palace, I finally removed my headscarf and shawl, and breathed a long sigh of relief. King and Queen Midian, dressed in their finest attire, approached us with a beaming smile and welcomed us to our seats.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and some tea and snacks, King and Queen Midian said with a slight apology that King Midian had been critically ill recently, and she had been so busy that she was unable to attend the conference of several nations.
“Oh, it’s nothing serious,” Beatrice laughed. “It’s just a bunch of idle people chatting.”
Queen Midan sighed, “Such a big thing has happened in the Eastern Territory. I don’t know how it will affect us. I was anxious, but King Midan’s condition has worsened, and I can’t neglect my husband. I’m really overwhelmed.”
Beatrice still smiled: "King Midan is in good health, he'll definitely be fine. As for the Eastern Territory, it's not something we can control, let things take their course."
Queen Midian smiled and said, "That's true."
The two chatted and laughed, leaving me standing aside. King and Queen Midian seemed to have completely forgotten about stabbing me in the neck, occasionally glancing at me with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
After chatting for a while, Beatrice yawned, and Queen Midian said apologetically, "It was my oversight. You have come from afar, you should rest first."
“It’s alright, it’s good to chat.” Beatrice smiled and stood up. “But I really need to rest a bit.”
We were assigned to two deluxe single rooms; mine was at one end of the corridor, and Beatrice's was at the other. Queen Midian personally escorted us to our rooms, first to Beatrice, then to me. At the door, I expected her to apologize for stabbing me in the back, but she didn't say a word, only smiling and wishing me a good night's sleep. I ignored her and pushed the door open, entering the room.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and woke up at midnight.
With the help of Letea's bodyguards, I successfully met King Midan. The moment I saw him, I could hardly believe that this emaciated, skeletal, and thin old man was King Midan. I vividly remembered his dashing appearance when he wore his golden crown and deep red velvet shawl.
Sensing something amiss, King Midan struggled to open his eyes. He paused for a moment upon seeing me before stammering, "It's you."
“It’s me,” I said.
"How did you become like this?" I sighed. "I thought you would always be successful."
"I thought so too." He tried to smile, but his smile looked worse than a grimace.
"Didn't your grandson ever think of helping you?" I asked.
King Midian had two sons. One died of a strange illness, and the other went mad. But the mad son had another son.
"Grandson?" he laughed. "Grandson has already been controlled and is a coward. Can he help me? Help my ass!" He then looked at me meaningfully and said, "If only you were my daughter or wife."
“It won’t make much difference,” I said. “If I were your daughter or wife, I would hate you just as much as your queen does.”
“My queen is a prostitute,” he said, “and she’s my mortal enemy, but you’re different. If you were my wife, even if you hated me, I wouldn’t have fallen to this state.”
I remained silent.
He laughed again, chuckling, "What do you want from me?"
"Borrow troops, then overthrow your wife."
He laughed, "Who are you planning to put in charge? Haiya? No way?"
"Leita, what do you think?"
"Leita? The one who tried to steal my male concubine?" He choked abruptly, coughing incessantly until his face turned bright red.
I quickly went over and patted his back, poured him a glass of water and put it in his hand, but he was coughing so hard he couldn't drink. So I had to put the glass to his lips and feed him the water.
He drank a little bit and was still coughing, but he felt a little better than before.
I patted his back and massaged his lung meridian until his cough finally stopped. He looked at me and said, "You're the first person to be so kind to me since I became paralyzed."
"Yeah?"
“When I cough badly, no one ever hands me a glass of water, and no one massages me like you do,” he said with emotion.
“It’s nothing,” I said. “You don’t need to be grateful.”
He looked at me meaningfully and said, "Even small things need to be done."
I laughed. "If you want to be grateful, then be grateful."
“When you get to where I am, you realize how important it is to have someone pour you a glass of water,” he continued, sighing. “I thought tonight I would cough so hard I felt like I was going to die, just like every night before.”
“Take a break,” I said, pouring him another glass of water and placing it in his hand. “Think carefully about what I said.”
“I will indeed consider it carefully.” He downed the water in one gulp, then added, “But not for this glass of water, but for the hatred in my heart.”
From that night on, I would often sneak into his room to ask him how he was thinking about it, and of course, I would also massage his back to relieve his cough.
I know a little bit of massage technique, and I can make him feel a little more comfortable each time.
From him, I learned that his queen and Letea had both been involved with his former male lover, the beautiful male slave from the three islands. I had even tortured him severely in the Elven Realm.
“They all love him, including me,” King Midian said, coughing. “So even though I once suspected that he had been having an affair with my queen, I still lied to myself and said that it was not true.”
"Who is he with now?" I asked.
“He had two lovers, one was my queen, and the other was Letea. Of course, Letea was a secret; the queen didn’t know, and she thought the two had broken up long ago. She personally issued an order to kill Letea, thinking that Letea had long since fled far away and dared not return, but little did she know that Letea had been secretly in contact with her male lover all along.” His cough finally stopped.
"Then how did you know?" I asked again.
“It was this male concubine who told me.” An enigmatic smile crept across his lips. “All those who have achieved success like to boast in front of me, to show off how well the person I once trampled under my feet is doing now.”
The windy days were almost over, and I met my male lover for the first time many years later.
He truly is a man who can bewitch kings, queens, and rebels.
Years have passed, and he remains young, beautiful, and robust.
A robust body, muscular arms, a sexy inverted triangle pelvis, taut, chiseled abs, a deep and alluring V-line that plunges into the groin, and a firm, perky butt—it's so captivating it's almost unbearable.
He also has exquisite and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, light blue eyes like brittle glass, a charming and straight nose, and fiery red lips. He is simply an unparalleled beauty that I have never seen in my dreams or paintings.
After not seeing him for several years, his eyes were even more captivating, and his hormones were overflowing.
He used to be a greenhorn, now he's a mature and handsome man.
As soon as Queen Midian saw him, she embraced him and kissed his lips.
Beatrice's eyes narrowed as she leaned back in her chair, lost in thought.
Only I, after the initial amazement, quietly sipped my tea, showing no further reaction.
She is beautiful, but she's nothing but a femme fatale who brought ruin to the country. Why should I get involved in this mess?
“Paria was on my behalf a few days ago and only returned today. I apologize for the late greetings to the two beauties. Please don’t take offense.” Queen Midian covered her mouth and laughed. “Don’t even think about him. He belongs only to me.”
A subtle warning is conveyed through a joking tone.
“Your Highness is joking, how could that be?” Beatrice smiled and picked up a glass of red wine. “Such a beauty is beyond my ability to handle.”
That evening, a small social ball was held at the Western Palace to celebrate the successful return of the male favorite. It was said that he had previously gone to negotiate the construction of a new railway between the Western and Southern Realms, and that the negotiations had gone quite well, achieving the goals expected by King and Queen Midian.
It seems he has some skill. I suddenly recalled the scene where my male concubine refused to speak in the Elf Realm; no matter what method the Elf King used, he couldn't pry his mouth open. He's quite a ruthless person.
On the throne, Queen Midian sat on the lap of her handsome male favorite, her arms around his neck, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. Beatrice, seated on a soft throne, was surrounded by several handsome men, each with a voluptuous figure and a seductive charm that could make any woman tremble.
Beatrice laughed heartily, occasionally glancing at King and Queen Midian, her eyes meeting those of her male favorite.
Queen Midian played with her male favorite's pectoral muscles with her fingers, her eyes filled with affection, completely oblivious to his interactions with others.
The music turned lively, and the nobles all came down to dance. King and Queen Midian and their male favorite also danced joyfully on the dance floor. King and Queen Midian laughed heartily, while their male favorite's eyes were filled with affection, almost melting one's heart.
Beatrice was also dancing with a handsome man, twirling around with the nobles. As she twirled, she somehow ended up with her lover, embracing him and twirling around. King and Queen Midian embraced Beatrice's handsome man and laughed heartily.
Finally, the four of them joined hands and began to dance. They danced with great joy, laughing and twirling from one end to the other, while the nobles hurriedly made way for them, their laughter growing increasingly unrestrained…
The next day, not long after I got up, I heard that the four of them had woken up in the same bed.
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