Chapter 164 The Joy of Mischief
A young woman's weak, distorted voice said, "I'm sunburned, I really am!"
"The monsters outside have all come to the palace. I have to find a place to hide, otherwise I will lose my life today."
"Am I your biological child? Why do you have to force me like this?"
The two women were facing each other, wearing simple, tight-fitting long dresses, but they were not dressed like maids.
The older one glared and shouted, "Neither your father nor I have such fair skin, so of course you are not my biological child!"
"Otherwise, why wouldn't your father come to see us?"
Obviously Shireen and her daughter.
The princess' skin was so white that it seemed to glow, she had a slender figure, and smooth black hair. She should have been of at least average appearance, but her face was filled with gloom, which completely ruined her looks.
She yelled, "Then leave the palace! Grandfather is rich anyway, why do we have to stay in the palace?!"
"You're torturing yourself by wearing such shabby clothes!"
Xilin said angrily: "You are a princess, where else can you think of staying if not in the palace?"
During the quarrel, the princess seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. She turned around and when she saw Tu Xing, her eyes lit up.
She smiled and shouted, "Chief!" and immediately ran happily towards the people.
Behind them, Xilin frowned and glared, "An Erya, come back here! Don't get close to him!"
Tu Xing looked at the princess with a gentle gaze, a look that seemed to be looking at a junior, and nodded slightly, "Your Highness."
An Erya walked closer, and was stunned. "The corner of your eye..."
Tu Xing pointed his finger around his eyes, "Power is showing, no injuries, no paint."
"Oh—it's quite pretty." An Erya was about to say something else when she glanced at the person to the side, her eyes widening as she discerned, "Father...Father?"
Iris looked down at him, "What are you two arguing about?"
An Erya bowed slightly, frowning, "You haven't come to see me for a long time, and the clothes and food you have are the worst."
"My daughter is already grown up. If there is no room for me in the palace, you can just let me go. I will go find my grandfather."
"Or..." An Erya hesitated and whispered, "I can follow the Chief, but I don't want to follow Mother."
Iris looked at Xilin, then at Tu Xing. At this moment, An Erya was standing next to the latter.
Same fair skin, slim figure, and straight black hair.
In fact, the Sultan had never looked at his adopted daughter straight in the eye, but now that he saw her clearly, he felt a little surprised.
Finally, he glanced at Shireen and asked, "How did you raise your child?"
"I don't recall ever being short of these things. Your position as a concubine is also reserved, and I never said you had to stay in the palace."
Unlike the other two who look ageless, Xilin has signs of aging, wrinkles, and has gained weight.
Her face showed a mixture of joy and embarrassment. "You haven't come to see us for a long time. The servants are very good at changing their attitudes according to the situation, so naturally they haven't given us anything good."
At the end of her words, she glanced at Tu Xing subtly, with jealousy and resentment in her eyes.
When he saw his face clearly, he was still young, his hair swaying like the wind, and his eyebrows were a little green. He suddenly recalled the rumors he had heard that he was "already a god".
While Xilin was secretly resentful, a surge of anger leaked out of her heart like a needle piercing her, and she deeply understood that it would be impossible for her to defeat the young man.
Given the current difference in appearance, even if the Sultan changes his mind, it is impossible for him to do so to her.
This was something she had always refused to think about, but now it was like it was laid bare and she had to face it.
Iris: "You can leave the palace. The princess can stay here."
"You should have left at the moment of your birth. You know exactly what you did before, and you also know whether you are my bloodline."
"How dare you take your anger out on a child?"
Xilin raised her head, like a broken jar, and glared: "This is my child, I gave birth to her, and it's my business what I want to do with her!"
Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, according to Iris's style, it would only take a second to chop someone down.
Tu Xing interrupted: "Go and inform her father Walid to come and pick her up."
Then, he looked at An Erya, "Where's the princess? Do you want to go with us?"
"If you want to stay in the palace, then let Walid send someone else in to take care of the princess."
An Erya immediately said, "I'll stay in the palace and ask my grandfather to send someone in."
Hearing this, Tu Xing waved to the guards in the distance and gave orders.
Xilin, surrounded by several guards, looked embarrassed. After thinking about it, she reluctantly realized that this was the most appropriate arrangement.
In the end, he left reluctantly.
Tu Xing stared at her back in a daze. Fifteen years of anxiety and the alienation of his own daughter were enough.
Xilin herself did not do anything to harm anyone, but she was very provocative with her words and gave birth to a child without permission.
An Erya was not very clear about these past events, she only knew that the two of them did not get along.
Her father's question "Are you my bloodline?" made her realize the source of her neglect.
In a joking tone, he said, "If I'm not my father's child, then whose is it? Could it be the Chief's?"
However, no one responded for a while.
Iris looked at the two of them, unable to smile at all, and her face was solemn.
I began to recall the possibility that Tu Xing had an affair with Xilin.
An Erya's original intention was to dispel her doubts. Even if she was treated coldly, she was still a princess, so it was just a suspicion.
Moreover, he subconsciously thought that the chief was his father and treated him much better than his biological parents; when he was about to starve to death, it was the chief who gave him food.
She is her father's only lover, has the same status as the queen, and is responsible for all external affairs.
——A rare case of two kings standing side by side.
But An Erya felt something was wrong with her father's expression. Could it be... She swallowed her saliva. Could it be that?
What if he really is the chief?
…
In the single room of the tower, Iris looked around vaguely, obviously still thinking.
Tu Xing slowly undressed with one hand, thinking to himself: What would it feel like for God to be with God?
And those who would have rushed over in the past, now just opened their eyes and watched quietly.
Tu Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty is not in a good mood, so I will serve you next time."
The shrine is still the shrine, and the ordinary name remains the same, which is also a kind of interest.
"Although this battle ultimately ended without bloodshed, I have been tense and contemplating for at least three days, including my flashbacks. I need to rest now."
Iris stepped closer and hesitantly placed his hand on Little Star. "Can you get hard around women?"
Tu Xing was stunned and thought hesitantly, as if he had never tried it before.
Before, it was difficult to survive, so naturally I couldn’t think about this.
After coming here, I was always well fed, and even though my kidneys occasionally ached, I never thought of trying anything else.
The next sentence, "You and Shilin..."
Iris suddenly remembered the scene of the two of them arguing with each other and was confused for a moment.
Tu Xing lowered his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes slowly: "Are you talking about the princess's bloodline?"
I had caused trouble in this matter, and now when I talk about it, I feel a bit of mischievous joy.
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