Chapter 62 Chaos: The entire palace is in chaos.
Princess Yanni's eyes reddened, and she said coquettishly, "I thought you had long forgotten me."
“How could that be? It’s inconvenient to go to the Southern Border. I was only able to come here because you came to the Western Border.” Manberia smiled and stroked her long curly hair.
I was quite amazed that two people who were not related by blood had become like siblings after their battle in the Land of Death.
"Brother Crown Prince." The princes and princesses rushed over, surrounding the handsome man on the left who was slightly less refined, bowing and flattering him, saying, "You look so well."
The crown prince was immediately surrounded, treated like a central figure, with envoys from various countries and nobles from his own country coming to pay their respects, practically sealing him off. The originally more prominent Manboa was pushed to the side by the crowd. At that moment, I had a strange feeling: why was the crown prince here more popular than the king and queen?
“Look, do you remember her? The one who carried manure.” Princess Yani looked at me. I had wanted to hide, but I had nowhere to hide. I cursed the princess a hundred times in my heart.
“I remember.” Manberia smiled strangely. “I saw her as soon as I came in.”
I felt like dying—I thought I had avoided it well.
“Moira,” Princess Yani’s words were like a thunderbolt, “Prince Manboya is Princess Manboya, come and pay your respects.”
I was shocked. How did a woman turn into a man? Did she have sex reassignment surgery?
"Why aren't you paying your respects?" Princess Yani urged.
I forced myself to greet the thief who had stolen the underground farmland, but the thief just smiled and accepted it with amusement.
“You’re a pleasant surprise.” The thief’s bony fingers lifted my chin. “How about giving her to me, Yanni?”
“No,” Princess Yani refused outright. “She is the only one I have by my side now.”
“You’ll change your mind,” he laughed.
Half an hour later, I slipped out and hid in a corner of the corridor, letting out a long sigh of relief. I had originally planned to lie low for a while and then escape, but now it seemed I was in trouble.
The three of us, who once met in the Land of Death, have been reunited. Whether this is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.
Luckily, I didn't mistreat them before, otherwise today would be their day.
At night, after I finished showering in the fountain outside the maid's quarters and put on my robe, a pair of hands suddenly covered my mouth from behind, a burlap sack fell from the sky and covered me, and then I couldn't see anything anymore...
When the gag in my mouth was removed, the sack was pulled open, and the bright candlelight pierced my eyes, I was trembling with fear.
"So timid?" A familiar, smiling, and elegant voice rang out.
“You, you…” I recognized the voice as Manboya or Manboya.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother anyone, so I invited you here in this way."
An elegant man, bare-chested and wearing only white pajama bottoms, sat back in an armchair, holding a glass of wine, languid and unrestrained, and laughed without the slightest apology.
I plopped down on the soft carpet, looked around, and asked, "What do you want?"
The room was small, but exquisite and elegant, with an expensive wardrobe and a king-size bed that reflected the guest's distinguished status.
Why didn't you come to find me?
"What?"
"Do you have another way to uncover the secrets of natural disasters, which is why you haven't come to me? What a pity, I've always been planning to tell you this method."
"No need." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I go now?"
"Be my mistress."
"What?" I was so shocked that I forgot to refuse.
“Being my mistress is better than being Bernard. I’ll let you live in the best room in my castle, sleep in the best bed, wear the most beautiful clothes, and send you a jewelry chest and gold every year. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. I’m richer than Bernard.”
"Are you a man or a woman?" I finally asked that question.
He laughed loudly, walked over to me, and plopped down next to me. "I'm a man, a real man, and you can verify it anytime you don't believe me."
I was so startled that I moved away from him. "Then why did you dress up as a woman?"
He moved closer to me again, saying, "I can't live without pretending to be you."
Something flashed through my mind; I tried to grasp it, but it slipped away.
A sudden tingling sensation ran through my earlobe as he put it in his mouth. I was terrified and tried to run away, but he held me tightly around the waist and said softly, "Why don't you try tonight to see if I'm a man?"
I screamed and tried to kick him, but his long legs pinned me down, and I was completely pinned beneath him.
"I like this position, really," he said in a husky, ambiguous voice.
I blocked his wolfish kiss with my palm. "Wait, why can't you marry me? Why do you have to make me your mistress?" Even though I knew the reason, I asked on purpose to buy time and find a chance to escape.
He kissed my neck forcefully and bit me hard, saying, "Because I want you to live a long life."
Just as he was about to take control of my body, I slammed my head against his head, causing him to cry out in pain. He loosened his grip slightly, and I kicked him hard, scrambling out from under him to escape. He laughed heartily, and I could still hear his laughter even after I had escaped outside the door.
How annoying!
After National Day, many envoys began to leave, and convoys of vehicles were parked in front of the palace.
Princess Yanni stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out. "Prince Mamboa is said to be leaving in three days."
I am cleaning the bed, changing the blood-stained sheets, blankets, and pillowcases, and replacing them all with clean ones.
"I heard him say he wanted you to be his mistress, but you refused?"
"Yes," I said, pulling down the blood-stained floor-length bed curtains again.
"Why?"
"Because being a mistress is looked down upon."
Princess Yanni laughed, "Who said that? The most favored mistress is more popular than the Queen, but you can't be his chief mistress, that position is already taken."
"Oh, who?" I asked, somewhat curious.
"A woman like me who became a widow at a very young age, always looking like she was crying and sobbing."
Princess Yanni looked at me with a smile, "Choose me."
My hand, which was pulling the bed curtains, froze.
“What I mean is, be my mistress.”
With a thud, I was so frightened that I fell to the floor.
Suddenly, hurried, disordered footsteps came from outside the door. Two maids rushed in without announcing their arrival, crying and kneeling in worship. Princess Yanni and I were both startled.
"Princess Yanni, something terrible has happened! The King was just taking a walk in the courtyard when he tripped and hit his head on a stone. He died instantly."
Princess Yanni rushed out of the room...
The entire palace was in chaos. There were sounds of running, wailing, cursing, screaming, and attempts to console. The princes and princesses knelt in the spacious hall, keeping vigil, their throats hoarse from weeping. Prince Lia wept uncontrollably, while Princess Yani sat in a corner, her expression cold.
The queen, wearing a thick veil, sat at the highest point, looking like a wooden figure.
The crown prince sat beside the coffin, his eyes red and swollen.
The envoys who had left returned and sat around the crown prince, offering him words of comfort in hushed tones.
No one left until midnight.
The crown prince looked up at the window and murmured, "It's almost dawn."
To my horror, I saw a sinister smile creep onto his lips.
As the first rays of sunlight pierced the hall, a terrible thing happened. Hundreds upon hundreds of maids and servants were slaughtered en masse, blood flowed like a river beside the coffins, and the dead inside seemed to float.
The princes and princesses sang, "The sacrificial victims are carrying his coffin, lifting him to the side of the supreme god..."
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to stay upright and not faint.
I finally understand what the white bone cave in the catacombs of Castle Black was all about—it was the trace of those who were buried alive, and even the princes who slept in the Black Tower were not spared from its presence…
I've truly fallen into a horror comic, not a romance novel.
After the ceremony, the envoys left one after another; the princes and princesses drank and joked, reveling all day long; the surviving maids and servants were busy running around; Princess Yani was busy trimming her nails; Prince Haiya frantically whipped the naked men and women, beating them until they cried and begged for mercy on their knees, but he still wouldn't let them go.
This is how they decompress.
Because something even crazier is about to happen—
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Author's note: It's late, thank you everyone~~
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