Chapter 101 The success or failure of forcing the emperor to abdicate depends on tonight.
The carriage carrying Zhu Hao headed south, which was the direction of leaving the city.
The moonlit night was like a veil, with light clouds and bright stars. Zhu Hao lifted a corner of the carriage curtain. At that moment, she vaguely caught a glimpse of her own hand, which was as bright as the moonlit night, and its outline was almost faded. Zhu Hao looked again, but it had returned to normal. She thought it was just the bumpy ride in the carriage that dazzled her. She looked back and saw the capital city gradually becoming distant, like a tiny star in the sky, lonely and hazy.
I wished for a good night's sleep, carefully tracing in my mind the map of Ying Dynasty I'd memorized in a scroll. Now, I was less than twenty miles outside the city. If I continued further, there would be a fork in the road that led down to Huaicheng. As for the road that led up...
"Stop the car!" Zhu Hao thought about it and, ignoring the bumps in the car, she stepped out of the cabin holding onto the wall. She stood outside trembling, her slender figure like a willow branch swaying in the wind. The escort who was driving the car heard the sound and looked at her, and was so frightened that he almost popped his eyes out. If this master got into trouble, how would he explain to the young master?
The escort hurriedly reined in his horse and stopped. Before he could say anything, he saw the young master took out a jade and gold-carved token from his arms. The escort was stunned for a moment, and his eyes scanned every line on the token. It was undoubtedly the jade token bestowed upon the young master by the late emperor himself. Even in Daying, there is only one such token in the world!
Although this order only serves as a permit for entering and leaving the palace, its use is far more than that. After all, it was bestowed by the late emperor himself!
Although the young master does not rely on this order to act, he never leaves the jade order. Even though the person in front of him is their young master's wife, is the young master being too indulgent this time?
Before his attendant could speak, Zhu Hao spoke first, "Go past the fork in the road and go up."
"Go... go up?" The attendant was confused. "Madam, if you go down and head south, you'll find the official road to Huaicheng. If you go up to the end, you'll reach Xiayang..."
Now that Zhu Hao was holding the jade order, the attendants began to call her "Madam". Compared with "Miss", "Madam" was more convenient.
But after he finished speaking, the master's face showed no surprise at all. Instead, he used the jade token to knock on the shaft of the carriage without knowing the seriousness of the matter. "Of course I know. I am going to Xiayang, and I must hurry to catch up with Princess Yunwei."
"Chase... Chase Princess Yunwei?" The attendant was increasingly confused. They had indeed heard rumors that Princess Yunwei had run away from her marriage. Marquis Cangping had even used the ancestral Black Eagle Jade Token to mobilize the Li family's former guards outside the city to pursue her... But why would Princess Yunwei have fled to Xiayang? Even if she had, how had Madam known about it?
Seeing her attendants hesitate to move, Zhu Hao frowned and raised her voice, questioning, "Why, I'm not qualified to command you, am I?"
Although he was the only one driving the car, Zhu Hao knew that there must be assassins lurking around him who were sent by Song Xieqing to protect her, so he referred to them as "you guys" in his speech.
The attendant was horrified and bowed his head hurriedly, saying, "Madam, please forgive me. I never meant that! It's just... it's just... Before the young master left, he ordered me to..."
"He has handed over the Jade Order to me. Don't you know that my opinion is Song Lang's opinion?"
“…Yes, yes, ma’am.”
The entourage dared not say anything more and had to pack up the carriage and rush into the fork in the road, heading straight north. Since the young prince had handed the jade order to his wife, it seemed that his wife went north to Xiayang just on the orders of the young prince. As for what the matter was...how could they, the servants, ask about it?
But after only a few miles, the man suddenly lifted the carriage curtain, leaned out from the wall, and said as if he was about to jump out: "We are too late. Unhitch the horses and I will ride them myself. You and the others following behind should follow with light skills. Otherwise, the carriage will be too heavy and waste the horsepower."
In this situation, they had no choice but to nod in response to whatever Zhu Hao said and hurriedly untied Zhu Hao from his horse.
Zhu Hao was not good at riding, but fortunately, when he was bored in Dexian Tower reading various books of Ying Dynasty and felt tired, if he happened to run into Song Xieqing returning home, he would catch him and teach him how to ride.
Wouldn't this come in handy?
The attendants agreed, but they couldn't help feeling a little nervous in their hearts. Unexpectedly, the master mounted the horse with a quick and decisive posture, and his horsemanship was very skillful and calm, with a bit of the demeanor of a young prince.
Mei Lianjun was not riding alone like Zhu Hao. She had five thousand soldiers following her. No matter what she did, how could she be faster than Zhu Hao who was riding a light horse?
Zhu Hao galloped on horseback and inevitably inhaled some dust kicked up by the horse's hooves, which choked her and made her cough rapidly. She squeezed the horse's belly hard and finally left her follower Deadpool far behind, and rushed to the front alone.
The army seemed to have received an order and stopped in unison. For a moment, the sounds of horses' hooves and marching troops fell silent under the moonlight. The army retreated to a narrow path that was only wide enough for one person to pass. The flying sand was still going on, and in the mist of dust, a man walked out slowly.
The man who came was wearing silver armor, holding a red tasseled spear, and had a heroic look between his eyebrows. It was Mei Lianjun.
Zhu Hao quickly pulled the reins and said, "Ah Yin!"
Mei Lianjun naturally recognized this person. For some reason, she always felt that this young lady was born with a sense of joy, which made her inexplicably close to her, as if she had known her for a long time.
However, the military situation was urgent. She didn't know why Zhu Hao suddenly came here, but she didn't have time to waste time with her. Mei Lianjun said directly, "Young lady, you are here..."
"Ayin! Your brother will join forces with His Royal Highness Prince Ling tonight to force the emperor to abdicate!" Zhu Hao was surprisingly more direct than Mei Lianjun. She completely ignored the five thousand soldiers in front of her and the dead attendant who had caught up with her. Zhu Hao hurriedly said, "Listen to me, Ayin. The Dog Emperor has known about this for a long time. He plans to use the situation against them. He will order his soldiers to infiltrate your brother and the soldiers of His Royal Highness Prince Ling who are forcing the emperor to abdicate, and then kill them in the names of the two of them. Then, he will pin all the blame on them! The palace may seem peaceful tonight, but in fact, Jiang Zhi's guards have already been deployed there. Ayin, you must first return with me, bringing the five thousand soldiers. We..."
"What are you talking about in your sleep?" Mei Lianjun's face was almost confused. Prince Ling had been missing for three years and there was no news. Moreover, his brother... since the disappearance of His Highness, he had become a minion of the tyrant emperor in order to save the court. If that was the case, why would his brother force the emperor to abdicate?
"I can't go back with you either." Mei Lianjun turned and tried to leave. "The various small nations are pressing hard on Xiayang. Right now, all I have to do is rush to Xiayang with 5,000 soldiers."
The mere 5,000 soldiers were not sent to win, but to buy a chance for the people of Xiayang to evacuate.
"Ayin! Think carefully. Why did Minister Mei insist on severing our brotherly bond? Why did Marquis Cangping arrive at such a convenient time? Why did he choose to marry you now? He certainly loves you deeply, but why did he agree to let you lead five thousand soldiers...to a foregone conclusion?"
Mei Lianjun's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Seeing her waver, Zhu Hao was about to offer another push, but Mei Lianjun had already turned around. A wave of emotion seemed to surge in her eyes, but for a moment, it returned to calm. "Well, even if it's true as you say, that my brother has found His Highness, and Qingrang is involved... then what does it have to do with me? Qingrang risked his life and sacrificed five thousand soldiers for me, so he could teach me to protect the people of Xiayang Pass."
"Miss Zhu, right? Miss Zhu, forcing the emperor to revolt is the path they chose, and I also have my own path to follow. Even though their situation is dire, the people of Xiayang are like fledglings hanging on a dry branch on a precarious cliff, ready to fall to the ground at any moment."
"...Now I know. My brother reluctantly severed our relationship to avoid burdening me. I know he has restored the orthodoxy of our Great Ying. Over the years, my brother may have seemed broken-hearted, kneeling before a tyrant, but in reality, he was mediating for Great Ying... I'm proud of him..." She didn't look back, straightening her spine as she walked forward. "So, I must protect the people of Xiayang, so that my brother will also be proud of me."
"Qing Rang entrusted me with five thousand former members of the Li family, not to protect any royal relatives of Ying, but to protect the people of Ying who are in dire straits." She sighed softly, "Miss Zhu, please return."
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Li Qingrang galloped all the way to the Imperial Medical Bureau. Before he arrived, he saw flames rising into the sky and billowing smoke in the direction of the Imperial Medical Bureau. He reined in his horse, thinking that Mei Lianqing had already evacuated the people in the medical bureau and set the fire before him... His brother-in-law was really quick.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned his horse around and headed towards Zhenggan Palace. Wherever he passed, the palace roads became increasingly chaotic and people were in panic. Li Qingrang didn't notice it at all. He was about to leave when Song Xieqing passed by him and headed towards the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The Imperial Medical Bureau wasn't far from the Zhenggan Palace, but the closer he got to the inner depths of the palace, the more gloomy the atmosphere became. The sounds of shouting, looting, and wailing drifted in from the palace walls. Soon, countless palace servants fled in panic from the halls and corridors, some wailing hoarsely: "Prince Ling is here to claim our life! Minister Mei has been possessed by Prince Ling's ghost! They've summoned the ghost soldiers... and they're killing anyone they see!"
"...even the birds resting on the eaves are not spared!"
"Idiot! They're not ghost soldiers or ghost messengers! That's Minister Mei using the banner of His Royal Highness Prince Ling to force the emperor to abdicate! As expected... As expected, whoever is the emperor and whoever sits on the throne doesn't care about the lives of us lackeys! They wish to slaughter everyone who has a chance of survival!"
"Since it doesn't matter who becomes emperor... why not let that tyrant continue to rule... at least... there will be less turmoil and chaos."
Li Qingrang dismounted and grabbed a fleeing palace servant, nearly lifting him off the ground. Frowning, he said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Tell me again."
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Ever since Jiang Ji disappeared and Jiang Zhi ascended the throne three years ago, Mei Lianqing has not lived a single day like herself.
For three whole years, he was willing to kneel before the tyrant emperor and be ordered around by him, being a stepping stone under his boots and a stool for him to trample on. Until Yu Shu returned to Yingdu, that man also secretly sneaked back to the capital. The last chess piece in the chess game that had been open for three years was finally placed. The countless humiliations of the past three years were just for this moment.
Success or failure depends on tonight.
He thought he had disguised himself very well over the years without any exposure, even his blood-related sister despised him for being a broken spine. He thought he had deceived everyone, but unexpectedly, the dog emperor seemed to have noticed it, and had already dispatched guards from the West Camp in batches to the palace. Taking advantage of the chaos, they pretended to be him and His Highness's men, and slaughtered people under his and His Highness's banners.
The palace guards are divided into twelve battalions. The commander of the eighth battalion is his man, and he is on duty tonight.
Forcing abdication requires the right time, place and people, but tonight, it seems that even God is not on their side.
The night wind was filled with shrill cries, and he had no choice but to send people to temporarily protect the innocent people imprisoned in the palace. However, if he divided his troops, it would play into the enemy's hands.
The division of the troops was a decision he made after discussing it with His Highness. It was true that palace coups had always been difficult to result in bloodshed, but that dog emperor showed no intention of stopping. The cries of grief gradually subsided from the clamor of the crowd. Perhaps it was not because the war had stopped, but because all the people who could be killed in the palace... had been slaughtered.
There was only one thing he didn't understand... How could Jiang Zhi have known what he and His Highness were planning tonight? If they had planned ahead, how could they have anticipated every step and set up defenses at every turn?
On the platform of Zhenggan Palace, hundreds of guards from the Eighth Battalion dressed in black and armed with swords surrounded Jiang Zhi and Lan Yuan who were standing on the first steps. However, looking around again, Mei Lianjun and the man in the cloak beside him were also trapped by the Feilong Guard and its soldiers.
There was no one holding a lamp on the moonlit steps, leaving only the hazy moonlight, which also hid the emperor's expression in the darkness, making it difficult to see. Even the burly man standing beside him fell silent and blended into the solemn night moon.
There were clearly countless figures standing in front of the main hall, but the surroundings were dead silent. Even though there were thousands of soldiers and armors, there was not even the sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Suddenly, the emperor took a step slowly, and a sneer that was half sarcastic and half mocking filled the ears of everyone. He clapped his hands, and soon a row of eunuchs wearing tall crowns entered from the side of the main hall.
The eunuchs all bowed their heads in silence. Two people worked in a group, dragging the corpses one by one and piling them up in front of the hall. Most of them were eunuchs and palace maids, and there were also some concubines living deep in the harem.
The emperor chuckled again and said quietly, "Brother...did you see clearly? If you had behaved well and not rushed into the palace, wouldn't they have survived?"
The man in the cloak remained standing there upon hearing this, without moving an inch. No one could see his face, so naturally, no one could tell whether His Royal Highness Prince Ling, who had been missing for three years, was angry or afraid.
The situation was deadlocked again. The night wind blew the bloody smell in the palace across everyone's noses. The corpses in front of the palace piled up inch by inch, and were about to become a pile of corpses. The blood of the corpses had seeped into the gaps between the bricks and spread to under the boots. Many people held their chests and retched repeatedly.
Finally, the brim of his cloak swayed slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his tone was calm as he asked, "Have I ever been ashamed of you? Have I ever treated you in the slightest way?"
This question was asked without any context, not to mention the current situation was so tense that even Emperor Fang fell silent, obviously not expecting him to ask such a question.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the palace bells under the eaves rang, but no one noticed the subtle sound of bows and arrows being drawn in the dark.
When the wind died down and everyone woke up, they saw a cold star on the tall building in the corner, breaking through the dark night and the gradually dying wind, shooting straight towards the emperor on the steps.
The Flying Dragon Guards who were surrounding Mei Lianqing and the cloaked man immediately took action, but were constrained by the Eighth Battalion's Imperial Guards. Although the Eighth Battalion had already dispatched some of its men to maintain order in the palace, they were able to hold off the enemy for a while.
We only need to buy a fleeting moment of arrows... Even if the tyrant above dies, you and Your Highness will be doomed, so what? The late emperor still has a heir. Once the tyrant is gone, why worry about who will ascend the throne? Why worry about loyal and wise counselors? Whoever succeeds him, no matter how absurd, will be no more absurd than the tyrant before us.
In a flash, everyone held their breath.
Everyone subconsciously forgot about the fierce general who was always by the emperor's side. If he had blocked the arrow for him...
There was only a muffled sound, followed by the sound of flesh being cut open by the sharp arrow and blood splashing on the white jade steps.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, the moonlight broke through the clouds, brighter than before, and the man who was shot by the arrow was seen kneeling on the ground, the arrow went straight into his chest, and it was unknown whether it had penetrated his heart or lungs.
The wind passed and then died down, and someone sighed softly, "Li Qingrang, why are you doing this?"
Li Qingrang chuckled softly, clutching his bleeding chest. His gaze passed over Mei Lianqing, the cloaked figure, the Eighth Battalion's Imperial Guards, and finally, the Flying Dragon Guards and Imperial Guards who had trapped Mei Lianqing and the others. Tonight, they wouldn't be able to leave Ying Palace.
Since that was the case, he was willing to take the arrow.
This arrow would most likely be intercepted by Lan Yuan anyway, not to mention… the person behind him wasn't Jiang Zhi? In that case, it would be better for him to let this arrow fly.
He had already thought it through when he got involved in this matter. He had a plan for both the front and back. If Mei Lianqing and Prince Ling succeeded in forcing the emperor to abdicate, then he would be able to claim the title of "following the emperor". Then he could use it to request troops to rush to Xiayang and lend a hand to A Yin. If they failed, he, Li Qingrang, would switch sides at the last minute! He would die to protect the emperor, in exchange for the safety of the hundreds of people in the Li family. As for himself, death would be death. If he was lucky enough to have mercy on the gods and was able to hold on for a breath, he would use this opportunity to fake his own death and escape, going to Xiayang alone to collect A Yin's body.
Everyone has selfish desires, let alone ordinary people like him. However, his wife and family were unwilling to let him down.
...I just hope that Lianqing can look down on him and blame him less. I just hope that he can just accept me as his brother-in-law.
The palace lanterns lit up one after another, and in a blink of an eye, the main hall was illuminated as if it were daytime. Except for the blood-soaked Li Qingrang, who was illuminated by the candlelight, everyone was even more surprised that the person in the dragon robe on the steps was not Jiang Zhi at all, but a young man whose figure and voice were very similar to Jiang Zhi.
Before everyone could think about the key, Lan Yuan raised his sword and slashed it down, and the fake emperor in a dragon robe fell in a pool of blood.
After all, he is just a puppet who suffers for his master.
As for how Li Qingrang had learned this, he had inferred it from the palace maids who had just been questioned. After nervously recounting the palace incident, the young eunuch casually mentioned, "Your Majesty has escaped! I saw it with my own eyes."
Li Qingrang was stunned. Jiang Zhi had escaped? Even if he had forced A Yin to flee, Jiang Zhi wouldn't have been able to escape! Since the palace guards and the Flying Dragon Guards had surrounded the Zhenggan Hall, didn't that clearly indicate Jiang Zhi's whereabouts? Furthermore, judging by the guards' deployment tonight, Jiang Zhi had clearly known about Mei Lianqing's plan to force the emperor to abdicate. If that was the case, why would he have left only tonight if he truly intended to flee? Furthermore, why would he need to escape?
Unless... the person in Zhenggan Palace is not the real Jiang Zhi, and everyone is kept in the dark by this dog emperor. Jiang Zhi's move is to prevent hidden weapons and cold arrows, so he first teaches the substitute to act as a living target to eliminate the hidden arrows.
Li Qingrang glanced at the silent substitute, who was just a pitiful half-grown boy.
With just one glance, Li Qingrang no longer had any strength left. He fell backwards in a pool of blood. The blood on the bricks was still warm and soaked through his back inch by inch. He could no longer tell whether it was his own blood or that of the young substitute.
He fought to the last of his breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings until the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded. Only then did he speak weakly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, where are you? Can you see me... I, your humble servant, dare not shield your Majesty from the arrow, but I beg your Majesty to consider my loyalty... When I am gone, please treat my family well... I... see that your Majesty is well, and I am relieved to depart..."
Li Qingrang's voice grew weaker as he panted, "Your Majesty... I rashly used the Black Eagle Jade Order, inherited from my family, to urgently mobilize five thousand soldiers, just to retrieve his wife... I was trapped in personal feelings and made a grave mistake. Now... I am willing to die in retaliation, and I only ask Your Majesty to spare my family's life..."
From then on, there was no sound.
"...Qingrang?" Mei Lianqing called out, and it was hard to tell what emotion was in her voice, like calm water, but also like raging waves.
"It's quite interesting."
These words echoed with a sneer from the mountain of corpses taller than a man. Jiang Zhi slowly emerged from the side hall where the eunuchs had just dragged the corpse. He wore no imperial robes, only a plain white undershirt, spotless and pure. "Think carefully, what kind of death do you wish? I grant it to you all."
He looked around at everyone, and finally, his gaze fell on the cloaked figure. Jiang Zhi raised the corner of his lips and said, "Royal brother? Although the person standing here just now was a fake...but what he said was exactly what I meant."
So, what did the substitute boy say just now?
"If you had behaved well and not rushed into the palace, wouldn't they have survived?"
The person hidden under the cloak remained silent. Jiang Zhi felt bored and added fuel to the fire, "Royal brother... do you want to save them? Well... I haven't seen you in years. Why don't you come forward alone and let me take a good look at you?"
The cloaked figure didn't hesitate at all and stepped forward. Mei Lianqing crossed her arms to stop him, but a whisper came from beneath the cloak: "It's okay. We've come this far. What difference does it make if we take one or two more steps forward?"
He stepped forward steadily and said calmly, "What's more... if we're destined to die tonight, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him live under a shadow from now on."
Huh? What? Jiang Zhi sneered. What else in the world could force him to live in the shadows? Besides, since the day he was born, he had been living in the shadows every day. Even now... he had to use other people's skin to wrap himself tightly.
The footsteps of the cloaked man were very light, but for some reason, they sounded like thunder in Jiang Zhi's ears, causing tinnitus.
Finally, he stopped two steps away from Jiang Zhi.
Although he was covered by a cloak, it was not difficult to notice that he did not look at Jiang Zhi first, but at Lan Yuan. As the brim of his hat shifted, their eyes disappeared immediately. "Should I lift it myself, or should you?"
Hearing this indifferent question, Jiang Zhi suddenly retreated, "What tricks are you trying to play? Trick me into getting close to you? Assassinate me, huh? I'm telling you... Don't even think about it... You..."
The unfinished words were scattered in the wind, and the whole room was filled with silence.
Everyone saw the cloak fluttering in the headwind, and the man took off the cloak with the wind, revealing a face exactly like Jiang Zhi's.
The only difference was that the Emperor, whom they had revered for three years, always had an inextricable gloom in his eyes, while the young man in front of them, whose name and identity were unknown, had an almost dry and indifferent look in his eyes. It was not the calmness of being indifferent to everything, but the indifference of having been put to death and having long transcended the world. His face was too pale and his bones were too angular. If he moved a little, his bones would seem to pierce through his skin.
Jiang Zhi stumbled, fell into the air, and sat on the ground, completely devoid of the dignity of an emperor. He even convulsed, sweat oozing from his forehead. This moment actually aroused the poison in his body that erupted every three months. He said in a daze, "...Where's Jiang Ji? You...why...do you think you're dead..."
The man didn't answer the previous question, but just asked, "You...are you just hoping for my death?"
Jiang Zhi stared at him intently, and in a trance, he recalled the way he looked when he first met him——
The rain continued to fall, so he asked someone to stop it and gave it the name Jiang Zhi.
At that time, he still didn't understand why Huanzhen named him Jiang Zhi, but treated him very well, wearing brocade clothes and eating golden dishes. He no longer had to suffer bullying. Occasionally, he would meet one or two people who would still look down on him, but most people would respectfully address him as "Your Highness."
Your Highness?
One day, Caodun'er, who had forced him to lick his boots, knelt down before him and kowtowed, "...Your Highness, please spare my life! I...I am blind and didn't know that Shuanzi, you are the prince sent by Daying..."
Jiang Zhi seemed to understand, but he only understood one thing - he was no longer the little slave who was trampled upon by others.
He stared at the haystack and smiled silently.
Everyone said that Cao Dun'er broke both his legs in an unexpected fall and was on the verge of death. Fortunately, Cao Dun'er met a noble man who hired a doctor for him. The doctor said that his legs could not be saved. If he was left untreated, the pus would spread to the roots and eventually his whole body would fester and he would die.
What? Want to live? It wasn't completely hopeless. The doctor fetched a blunt knife from somewhere and planned to amputate both legs.
It’s a pity that Caodun’er was unlucky and had a short life. When one of his legs was cut, the bone was still stuck to the flesh and was about to break, but he didn’t survive and died.
Cao Dun'er was his own doing, and he was planning to collect the debts one by one, but unexpectedly the remaining people died tragically one after another within a short period of time, and in strange circumstances.
Until one day, he saw Lan Yuan quietly hiding under the corridor pillar. Jiang Zhi immediately understood that Lan Yuan had come back to repay his gratitude. Lan Yuan was frank and said in a foreign accent that he did not want to come back. However, when he returned to his hometown, his wife and children had all passed away. After burning incense, he realized that there was nowhere to go in this vast place, so he had to turn back to repay his gratitude.
Jiang Zhi pretended to be sympathetic and advised him to mourn and accept the change, but he was laughing in his heart. Fortunately, his wife and children died peacefully, otherwise how could Lan Yuan be willing to return and be used by him?
Day after day, in addition to eating, drinking and having fun, Jiang Zhi actually sent people to teach him how to read and write, filial piety, loyalty and trustworthiness, and even palace rules and etiquette.
He learned it very well, like an animal in human skin, and finally the master came to see him in person, and really led him through the palaces to a secluded and quiet little hall.
As soon as I pushed the door open, I was greeted by a strong herbal smell.
The two of them walked through the threshold and approached. The young man leaning on the edge of the couch slowly turned around.
Jiang Zhi stopped suddenly. The person on the couch had a face exactly like his, except that the other person's eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as jade, while his were ferocious. All the confusion he had been feeling for the past few days was now clear.
It turned out that everything he had, the gorgeous clothes, the golden dishes, the slaves and maids, all belonged only to the sickly young man in front of the bed.
Along with the name.
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