Chapter 71 His romantic history... He was practically tailor-made for her...
The war really broke out, almost overnight.
Several thousand soldiers were stationed one kilometer from the city-state of Manboa. If it weren't for the sturdy, centuries-old city walls and the powerful moat, the royal palace would have been breached long ago.
Barrels of black oil were poured into the moat, and hundreds of rockets were launched into the river, setting it ablaze.
The city-state was surrounded by fire, and enemy troops from the outside could not set foot inside. The royal palace, located in the center of the city-state, remained completely unharmed.
It seems that Mamboa foresaw this day and made thorough preparations.
Unable to enter, the enemy soldiers cursed loudly:
“Manboa, you cowardly coward who fears death.”
"Mambaya, you have harmed your own father and stepmother, even the heavens will punish you!"
"You worthless piece of trash who sold yourself."
Manberia wore a faint smile, seemingly unperturbed.
"How are they able to get so close to your city-state?" I couldn't help but ask. "Weren't they stopped at the border?"
“This day will come eventually,” Manberia said with a strange smile. “Let’s just make it quick.”
"You let them in on purpose?"
"Not entirely, some people betrayed me."
"What on earth is going on?" I had no idea what had happened, or even why the fight had started.
The last time I came to this world, I fought against zombies and orcs, and I knew why. But this time, I feel completely lost.
Perhaps it's because in their eyes I've always been just a toy or a pet, and toys or pets don't need to know much.
Perhaps noticing my expression, Manberia softened her voice, "Are you tired? Go back and rest."
I staggered down the steps, and the maid behind me quickly helped me up.
I want to uncover its secrets, even if it's just a little bit.
At midnight, crimson flames illuminated half the night sky, and thick smoke billowed.
I knocked out the maid at the door and dragged her into the room. It was during a time of turmoil, so security wasn't as tight.
I made it to the room with the fireplace without any trouble.
He rushed over and hugged the fireplace.
I didn't let the shrieks of countless vengeful spirits echo in my ears.
The edge of the fireplace cut my palm, and a trickle of blood welled up.
I was suddenly swept into another world—
On a stormy sea, a strangely shaped black ship swayed and rocked its way forward.
I recognize this ship—it's a huge "piece" from the collapsed and shattered Black Tower that once imprisoned Bernard.
The black ship is passing through a black sea, merging with the black storm to form a black world.
Only after crossing this world did some light appear—the dim lights of a simple dock.
The ship finally returned to the mainland, where people live in harmony with nature.
Having just transformed from a crow into human form, Manboya, wrapped in the remaining black curtains from the Black Tower, strolled ashore with her two long, slender, snow-white legs.
She is the most eye-catching beauty.
And Bernard was the most strikingly handsome man.
They did not walk side by side, but turned in different directions.
A strange force drew me toward Mamboya.
No, it should be Manberia.
As soon as he came ashore, he untied the black curtain that covered him, boldly displaying his exquisite, snow-white body.
Everyone was stunned, including Bernard.
Hearing the exclamation, Bernard couldn't help but turn around—
The handsome man, without a trace of shame, smiled calmly and walked gracefully naked onto the damp and dirty dock.
The raging wind and rain whipped his beautiful silver-blue hair, and the blue hair enveloped his vital parts, creating a breathtaking beauty.
Little Princess Yanni ran up from behind and grabbed his arm. "Sister Manboya, no, brother, come with me. My family happens to have a base in this town."
A captivating smile played on his lips as he readily agreed, "Okay."
Three days later, a magnificent carriage adorned with royal crests pulled up in front of the best house in town and took the two away.
For the next six months, Manberia lived a decadent life in the Southern Palace, spending his days sleeping with beautiful women and his nights attending various chaotic parties.
The scene was too gruesome to bear; I dared not look. I could only cover my eyes with my hands and tiptoe through the pairs of soft, white bodies.
Even though I am invisible and others cannot see me, I will still do this.
Six months later, Mamboa met a particularly distinguished woman in the luxurious underground brothel where I first arrived in the Southern Territory.
This is a love trap.
They met several times by chance, drinking and chatting under the starry sky, releasing fireflies, picking flowers on cliffs, and riding eagles through the sky, but they never even touched a woman's finger.
The whole storyline is like a woman winning the heart of a playboy prince.
He even cooked for her himself, making him the perfect lover tailor-made for her.
The 18-year-old Queen Mother of the North was deeply attracted to this poppy-loving man.
Knowing full well the tricks of royalty, and knowing this man was unusual, she still fell into his web of love.
They soaked in an open-air milk bath strewn with rose petals. Amidst thunder and lightning and torrential rain, she experienced an unprecedented sense of indulgence and freedom, laughing out loud and going wild. Never before had she been more like herself.
She clung tightly to his neck, crying uncontrollably.
He fills my heart and my eyes; he has completely conquered my mind and body.
A year later, at the invitation of the Queen Mother, he officially entered his homeland in the north as the Crown Prince's tutor. The Queen Mother eliminated all opposition for him, her hands stained with blood.
His biological father and stepmother looked at him with fear and disgust, but he smiled gently, as beautiful as a summer rose.
Since he left the land of death, he has been targeted by them for hundreds of assassination attempts, and on several occasions he has narrowly escaped death or disfigurement.
The widowed Queen Mother took the arm of this stunningly handsome man and publicly revealed that he was her lover.
After becoming tainted by his lust for power, he became even more handsome, like a peerless beauty from an ancient legend. His sexy, slightly damp appearance with his flowing purple hair after a bath even made the maids swoon and faint.
A year later, this stunningly handsome man became the Minister of Finance.
Another year passed, and he became prime minister.
His relationship with the Queen Mother suddenly began to sour. Various rumors circulated in the palace about his affairs, claiming he had both male and female lovers. The Queen Mother didn't believe them at all, until she received a secret report and caught him in bed with the Protector General.
He did not panic. Instead, he calmly got out of bed, gently wiped away the tears on the Queen Mother's face as she wept hysterically, and softly asked, "Did you miss me?"
The Empress Dowager screamed, kicked, and cursed him, but he held her tightly—and the matter passed by amidst her cries.
Three more years passed, and Mamboa used gold and silver to bribe high-ranking officials and the military, massacred several powerful families, and took control of several city-states.
When the crown prince was about to come of age and inherit the throne, he suddenly contracted a plague, and the queen mother also contracted it at the same time and died very quickly.
Queen Mother's niece, Su Luo, became the Prime Minister's chief mistress, and it is rumored that she was the one who orchestrated this, as only she was allowed to get close to the Queen Mother.
I also saw my cousin on the night the Queen Mother died.
Dressed in a cook's long dress, she was herded by the guards, along with other maids and servants, into a magnificent room with a large, dark gray fireplace, as if she were a frightened bird.
—This is a story my cousin didn't tell me. It turns out she was the Queen Mother's cook. I guess she saw that I could become some important person, while she wasn't, so she wouldn't tell me.
All of the Queen Mother's palace servants died in this room.
The ruthless and handsome prime minister used his golden harp to trap their vengeful spirits in this large fireplace, so that one day he could use their power—exactly as I had guessed before.
"Block the escape route of the vengeful spirits," he coldly ordered.
The guards immediately stuffed the severed limbs—ears, eyes, and other remains—into the fireplace.
I suddenly realized: the reason why the vengeful spirits of the Black Castle were trapped in dolls was the same as the reason why they were trapped here with flesh and blood.
Just when I thought the story was about to end, suddenly, two women appeared, fighting.
A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in luxurious clothes and with tears streaming down her face, was none other than the Duchess I had met before, the birth mother of Mamboa. She screamed, "You filthy bitch! I saved you, and you seduced my husband!"
Another pale-faced beauty dressed in a maid's gown, Dai Lin, also screamed, "It was clearly me who saved you!"
The two women started fighting again, pulling hair and kicking each other...
Another scene appeared before my eyes:
In a dimly lit tavern, a group of menacing robbers burst in, taking their eyes on the Duchess and her maid, Dahlin, who were taking a nap. Dahlin grabbed a cleaver and a chair to confront the robbers. While the Duchess and two maids were in the chaos, they went to the kitchen, brought out oil drums, and poured oil all over the tavern floor. Dahlin lit a tinderbox, and the entire tavern burst into flames, causing the robbers to scream in agony.
Some of the robbers who escaped the fire gave chase to the Duchess and Dahlin, during which two maids were killed. The Duchess and Dahlin fought off the robbers in the dense forest for three days and three nights before rescuers arrived. They survived those three days by taking care of, comforting, and protecting each other.
Rather than saying who saved whose life, it's more accurate to say that they complemented each other.
But this friendship, forged through thick and thin, ultimately fell apart because of a man.
In a magnificent room with a grey fireplace, the Duchess donned a beautiful gown smeared with poison, preparing for a royal banquet. The poison was expensive, and its application had to be foolproof, so only Dalene could apply it herself. The Duchess was very picky, often changing clothes at the last minute, and Dalene had to ensure she wore the correct gown. The Duchess, however, enjoyed the feeling of her husband's lover's subservience and was quite willing to have Dalene serve her.
After wearing the poisoned clothes three times, the poison took effect. The Duchess, realizing she had been tricked, was furious and stabbed Dalyne in the throat. Dalyne fell to the ground, and the Duchess was also poisoned to death. In the end, the Duke married the old prime minister's only daughter.
So this is the truth. What Dalyn and Mamboy said in their book was all lies, or rather, a mixture of truth and lies, all to beautify the bloody and cruel reality.
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