Chapter 72 His smile is beautiful. His smile is captivating...
A loud bang jolted me back to reality.
With a few loud bangs, the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window shattered and crashed to the ground. Several burning fireballs flew in, and I screamed and narrowly dodged them. The room began to burn, and I rushed out in a disheveled state.
The corridor was in complete chaos, filled with the sounds of running, howling, and screaming.
"The enemy is about to break in!"
"The royal palace is about to fall."
In the chaos of running away, a short maid was knocked down and then trampled on several times by the people behind her. I pulled her up with all my might, and she thanked me profusely as tears and snot streamed down her face.
"Who exactly is the enemy?" I asked.
She looked at me in surprise. "You don't know? Isn't that the former prime minister's army?"
"Instead of asking her, you should ask me," a remarkably calm female voice suddenly came from behind us.
I turned around and saw the girl who had secretly passed me the note.
She had several injuries on her face, her hair was disheveled, and there were signs that her hands and feet had been bound.
"Come with me!" She grabbed me and rushed me out of the corridor.
"I haven't heard from you lately," I said in a low voice.
"The prince locked me up and beat me."
We were huddled together with the fleeing crowd.
"The former prime minister has returned with mercenaries and the armies of the feudal lords," the girl said urgently as she ran. "The army has reached the palace gates."
"What exactly happened?"
"You really don't know anything?" She looked at me in surprise. "A few days ago, Prince Mamboa sent out invitations to various countries, saying that the current king and queen in the palace are imposters, hired by the king's illegitimate son to protect his own position. The real king and queen are long dead. Prince Mamboa therefore wants to declare himself regent and assist the queen's young son in ascending the throne. He wants to hold a formal investiture banquet..."
The cannon fire grew louder. We had escaped the garden, made our way through the crowded paths, and were nearing the palace gates. Her voice was more urgent. "The Prime Minister sent troops immediately after hearing the news. If Prince Mamboa gains power, he's doomed."
"The Prime Minister is Mamboa's father?" I remember that story.
“Yes,” she said, her breathing becoming heavier, “from the day Prince Mamboa officially received the title of ‘Prince,’ the father and son had already fallen out. Because the first order the prince gave was to expel his stepmother, on charges of theft, caught red-handed.”
"It's too complicated," I said. I don't understand the world of those in power.
"Not only that, the prince also had dozens of charges against the prime minister, which he planned to bring to justice. But on the eve of the execution, the prime minister fled with his wife to a city-state far from the capital, where they formed an alliance with the city lord..."
Another heavy cannon shot rang out, and countless flying sand and stones rained down from the palace walls, causing maids and servants to scream and scatter in fear.
The palace gates were wide open, yet there was no way to escape.
Because the entrance was blocked by raging flames.
The moat surrounding the palace has been burning.
"We're going to be trapped here and die."
A chorus of wails erupted.
Suddenly, screams and gasps erupted from the crowd as a huge, dark shadow hurtled past overhead. I looked up in astonishment—
A large flock of black eagles flew rapidly in, each carrying several armored guards on its back. The eagles flew through the blazing red sky and the raging fire of the city walls, landing smoothly inside the palace.
No one expected that he, who was guarding the city gate not far away, would return to the palace. Normally, wouldn't someone run away if they couldn't win a fight? Everyone exclaimed in surprise.
The largest black eagle swooped down in front of me. The elegant and arrogant handsome man on its back pulled me onto its back with a slight effort.
The eagle took flight again, and I lost my balance and almost fell. Before I could recover from the shock, he pulled me into his arms.
The enormous eagle carried us directly into the highest tower of the palace, landing on a wide corridor paved with mosaic tiles.
Manberia smiled and helped me down, then led me forward.
"Where to?" I asked.
“My room.” Mamboa’s amber eyes sparkled with a captivating light.
Does he still have the mind to indulge in romance and poetry?
"Your own father is at your doorstep, and you still have the mind to chase girls?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I have to leave an heir," he said helplessly, spreading his hands. "What if I die and have no descendants?"
"You've been with so many women, how could you not have children?"
Good heavens, where did we end up talking about?
“No, not at all,” he explained. “I don’t like illegitimate children, and I haven’t had any.”
I:"……"
“I heard Bernard is getting married again.” He flicked my nose and smiled. “What, you haven’t given up yet?”
"Another marriage?"
“You don’t know?” he raised his voice dramatically. “Oh, right, you’ve never known anything.”
"Because you've been deliberately hiding it from me."
He just looked at me and smiled. "Alright, I'll tell you. This is Bernot's second marriage. I heard that Bernot is engaged to the King's stepmother, the Queen Mother's eldest granddaughter, who possesses a hidden fortune."
Seeing the envy in his eyes, I asked, "Do you men really like rich women?"
"Yes," he said bluntly.
"Then why are you bothering me?" I'm penniless.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the spacious terrace by the corridor, where the beautiful scenery of the palace was on full display.
"Is this palace big? Is it beautiful? Everyone wants to be its master, but it comes at a huge price." His voice was as soft as silk. "If marriage can be a stepping stone to success, I would never refuse, or rather, no man would refuse. But I also love you, my beauty, and I don't want to lose you."
I said, "I don't want to be a mistress."
"You're destined to be a mistress, but you'll live a more glamorous life than the legal wife."
I suddenly felt a little scared. What would I become if I really became his mistress?
I suddenly laughed. "With my qualifications, I'm not qualified at all. Not everyone can be a prince's mistress. Are you joking?"
He laughed too, "I never joke."
"We're not meant to be," I deliberately used the formal "you," because I know I'll only be able to marry an ordinary person and live a mundane life.
He looked displeased, lowered his head and touched my nose with his own. "Then you'll probably never get married in your life."
"Why?"
"I'll kill whoever you marry."
Before I could get angry, he laughed and picked me up by the waist, saying, "My beauty, I'll take you to take a bath. Look how dirty you are..."
I was somewhat annoyed, yet helpless.
***
The palace was surrounded by fire, and the enemy could not take a single step inside.
The outer walls of the palace were made of some unknown material. Although the fire was burning on the surface of the moat, the flames occasionally touched the outer walls of the palace, but they were completely unharmed.
“How much longer can you hold on?” I asked Mamboya.
Manberia, wearing a half-open bathrobe, leaned back in a soft chaise lounge, looking at me with a half-smile.
"How much longer do you think I can hold on?"
I answered truthfully, "About a year."
"Oh?" He became interested. "Why do you think it can take so long?"
I said, "Didn't you steal Bernot's underground farmland back then so you could use it today? The underground farmland won't leave you without food."
A smile bloomed on his lips, captivating all who beheld it.
“You’re only half right. But I don’t have any divination skills, so how could I have predicted today? I stole the underground farmland just to prove to my queen that I’m not just a showpiece.”
"Oh, so everyone thought you got to where you are by using your looks?" I asked bluntly, but he wasn't angry and actually admitted it, "Yes."
His smile became even more captivating, making my heart skip a beat. "I'm not bad looking, am I?"
I turned my head and said, "Yes."
"How do I compare to Bernard?"
"He's handsome, you're beautiful; he's composed, you're roguish; he's quiet, you're talkative; he... I can't think of anything else, I don't know much about him either."
He blinked. "Didn't you switch bodies with Bernard before? You should know him inside and out, right?"
My face suddenly felt like it was on fire. "No, no, it's not."
He laughed loudly as he took off his bathrobe, revealing his muscular, naked body before me. "How about mine? You can compare sizes!"
I screamed, covered my eyes, and ran outside, yelling, "You're crazy! You're a lunatic!"
He actually chased after me without wearing any clothes, which surprised me greatly.
He caught up with me, his strong arms encircling my waist like hot iron clamps.
"Don't even think about escaping." He whispered suggestively in my ear, and then bit my earlobe hard.
I cried out in pain and tried to stomp on his foot, but he skillfully avoided it.
"Come to my room, I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time."
Just as he was about to pick me up, I pinched his crotch hard, and this time it was him who cried out in pain. He released me, and in pain, he was about to slap me.
I dodged the slap and kicked him hard between the legs. He screamed again, a real scream. I laughed and cursed him as a bastard before running away.
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