"Brother, I really dreamed of my son yesterday..."
Since the nightmare last night, the queen could not sleep anymore. When she closed her eyes and felt a little sleepy, her son's miserable death kept flashing before her eyes. She struggled until the morning, looking haggard, and immediately called her brother to discuss the matter.
Su Shiyilu comforted her own sister in a gentle voice.
“Don’t cry, just tell me slowly what you dreamed about. People in the Central Plains always say that dreams are the opposite of reality. It may not be a bad omen…” Su Shiyilu loved his sister so much that he had no way to deal with her when she started crying.
The Queen wiped her tears.
I suppressed my panic and told you about my dreams one by one.
It was strange to say that no matter how terrible the dreams in the past were, they would be forgotten once she woke up, but she could remember every detail of last night's dream clearly, and she could describe exactly what the 12th Prince looked like in the dream. After she finished speaking, she bowed her head and sobbed again.
Su Shiyilu didn't take it seriously at first.
After all, dreams are something that cannot be counted.
But ever since the meteor fell from the sky, all kinds of outrageous things have happened, and people have become more superstitious about dreams.
"Don't panic yet. Brother has secretly sent more people to look for him, and good news will be returned soon. You must have confidence in your son. Twelve is a warrior with the blood of our Divine Tribe flowing in his veins, and nothing will happen to him easily. What's more, before he set out, brother has already passed on the secret method to him, and he will surely be able to turn danger into safety!" Su Shiyilu kept comforting his sister.
In fact, I am convincing myself over and over again.
This time they were careless.
I thought that those adult princes were insignificant, without the support of their maternal clans, and that the little things they did in the royal court would not pose a threat, and that the guards assigned to Twelve were not very impressive. Who knew that these little beasts...
A pair of tiger eyes flashed with scarlet ferocity.
The Queen sobbed and wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks, as if grasping at the last straw: "Really?"
Su Shiyilu laughed: "When has my brother ever lied to you? Think about it, from childhood to adulthood, when has my brother ever broken his promise to you about anything you wanted? Even when you said you wanted to marry the most majestic and powerful man in Shiwu, didn't my brother do it for you?"
The actual age difference between the king and the queen is very large.
Before marrying the Queen, he had a principal wife.
But that doesn't matter.
The sister that Su Shiyilu held in his hands deserved the best. The king at that time was eager to win over Su Shiyilu, and after he expressed his desire to marry his sister to him, the other party also tactfully let the first wife die of illness.
Oh, how can a wife whose mother is just from a small tribe be compared with the little princess supported by the tribe commanded by Su Shiyilu
The king knows exactly what is more important.
Upon hearing this, the Queen felt much relieved.
"Well, my brother won't lie."
"Okay, wipe your tears. The women from our tribe are the bravest and strongest mothers of the Shiwu tribe. When there is good news, I will tell you the first time." Su Shiyilu made the queen smile again with just a few words.
After leaving the Queen, Su Shiyilu had to go to the Royal Court to stir up trouble - because there was still no news from the Twelve, and the seven days given were about to expire, so he couldn't delay any longer. The best plan was invalid, so he could only use the worst plan given by his confidant.
Su Shiyilu proposed that all eleven princes go to the battlefield - under the pretext that only the brave are worthy of the throne of the Ten Crows' Court, and that it is not enough to just talk about it on paper, only actual achievements in battle can prove it - this move caused an uproar in the court.
The eleven princes who had been united on the surface suddenly changed their positions and started arguing with each other. The nobles who supported them were also involved. The whole court was more lively than a vegetable market. Even tens of millions of ducks could not make such a noise.
Su Shiyilu watched the show with great interest.
Because Su Shiyilu's reason really hit the king's sore spot, he was happy to see it happen, and ignored any objections. The Shiwu tribe was as solid as a rock under his military rule, and no tribe dared to attack the royal court at this time!
Soon, the troops were deployed.
Just before the expedition, several soldiers returned carrying a coffin under the cover of night. Su Shiyilu was shocked when he saw this. He pointed at the coffin with trembling fingers and asked, "What is this?" He didn't notice that his voice changed in fear.
The assassins all lowered their heads and dared not reply.
"What is this!?"
"Who is inside?"
"Are you guys dumb?"
Su Shiyilu suddenly burst into anger.
The surrounding objects were burned to ashes by the sudden explosion of fire. The endless might made the group of dead soldiers kneel down from half-kneeling. Even if they gritted their teeth, they could not have the slightest desire to resist. Su Shiyilu could not wait for a reply, staggered forward, and pushed the coffin open. What he saw was a headless body. How could he not recognize that familiar figure
The sky was spinning and the scene in front of my eyes was flickering.
"Oh my god..."
"How could it be..."
He murmured, not daring to stretch out his hands. He held the coffin with both hands and roared at the remains, veins popping out on his forehead, and his normally upright and unyielding back arched slightly, like a wild beast that was completely enraged, giving rise to endless killing intent!
"How dare you leave?"
"How dare you let your mother send off her son?"
"How dare you?"
"Who hurt you?"
"stand up!"
"Get up and tell your uncle, tell your uncle, your uncle will kill him for you! Please get up, I beg you!"
The last few sentences even have a hint of sadness.
Unfortunately, the body in the coffin did not respond at all, just lying there quietly, as well-behaved as when the child was one year old, nestling in his arms, looking at him with his dark and ignorant eyes. He watched this child grow from an ignorant child to a handsome man, why did they part forever after a short separation? Su Shiyilu finally couldn't hold it anymore and covered his face with his hands.
The heat flows out through the fingers.
Of the dead warriors who returned with the body, only two were seriously injured. The rest died because they could not bear the power. Although the appearance was intact, the internal organs had been strangled into a meat ball. Su Shiyilu vented his emotions and recovered.
He asked: "Where did you find His Highness?"
The assassin endured the severe pain.
Reported: "At, at the Ayeqiqi tribe garrison."
They were searching for traces left by the twelfth prince and unexpectedly discovered a group of people who were busy moving something and transported it to the garrison of the Ayeziqi tribe.
The assassins discovered the abnormality and cut off the coffin.
After opening it, I broke out in cold sweats.
"Is there any other evidence?"
The assassin took out a bamboo tube from his arms.
Su Shiyilu quickly glanced through the information collected by the assassins, and his face almost turned an ugly liver color.
After a long while, he finally squeezed out three "OK" words from between his teeth.
The Ayeqiqi tribe is the home ground of the eldest and second-in-command.
These two bastards were left behind by the king’s first wife.
According to Su Shiyilu's intelligence system, these two had some kinship with the other brothers. Back then, for the sake of the king's face and brotherhood, he kept these two bastards.
Now it seems that raising a tiger is actually a disaster!
These two bastards are easy to eradicate.
But-
"But I..."
"How do I tell my sister..."
What he didn't know was that the movement of the assassins was quite loud, and the news was also passed back by the people planted by the king.
I heard that the only legitimate son died.
The king, who was in the land of gentleness, reacted abnormally.
"Dead?"
"Yes, that body should be the Twelfth Prince."
"Oh, if she's dead, she's dead. Go down. Remember to inform the queen..." After saying this, he hugged the new beauty again and played with her happily.
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