Chapter 38: 38 So next ti there won’t be anyone left to take revenge on, right?
“No need,” said Sikong Mo, frowning at the ntion of Ye Jiu.
He didn’t know why but just as that girl had turned around, a sudden and inexplicable feeling of familiarity and closeness had surfaced in his heart.
Sikong Mo stared at Ye Jiu for a long while, certain that he did not know this girl.
Sikong Mo disliked the feeling that his intuition was sowhat uncontrollable, which was why he was so eager for Ye Jiu to leave.
Closing his eyes, Sikong Mo felt that his wounds were healing unusually quickly this ti.
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He had clawed his way through battles and nurous injuries, acquiring considerable experience with wounds and had so understanding of the healing process.
Although the dicine had been applied for only a short ti, and it appeared to others that the bleeding had rely stopped, no one understood better than Sikong Mo that, in just this short while, the healing speed of his wounds had already matched what would normally take a whole day.
Of course, this was also because Ye Jiu, afraid that the diluted repair liquid would not be strong enough to stop his bleeding, had taken out the undiluted repair liquid from the Plane Space.
Opening his eyes again, the clarity had returned to them. His voice, cool and dispassionate, rang out, “Si Nan, send a ssage to Si Rong, those forces involved in this assassination attempt will be eradicated completely, without exception!”
Sikong Mo had ascended to the throne at the age of eleven and was hailed as the War God of Dongyue by the age of sixteen. He was never the type to swallow an injustice without retaliation.
Having the courage to strike at him ant they must also have the courage to face the consequences.
“Yes, my lord,” Si Nan imdiately bowed with a fist, then hesitated a mont, “My lord, what about the old Princess Consort…”
It was perhaps unbelievable that when the old Prince went to battle, by custom, the Princess Consort and the Princely Heir Sikong Mo were brought to the capital city, ostensibly for care but in reality as hostages.
Later, when the old Prince died on the battlefield, the Princess Consort failed to protect her son, who was still the Princely Heir at the ti; instead, she did everything in her power to trip him up.
If it weren’t for the many people the old Prince had left behind before his death, whether the eleven-year-old Sikong Mo could have ascended to the throne was still up for debate.
And as his birth mother, the old Princess Consort had on more than one occasion set her hand against him after he ascended to the throne, repeatedly conspiring with outsiders to assassinate him.
Naturally, even this ti when Sikong Mo was injured, the old Princess Consort’s involvent was suspected; hence Si Nan’s hesitation; after all, as a subordinate, he was not in a position to deal with the old Princess Consort.
Sohow, when the nauseating woman was ntioned again, Sikong Mo found that he could remain indifferent.
Ha!
It’s really unclear whether it’s sothing to be grateful for or to grieve over!
“The prince certainly will not stoop to matricide!” Just when Si Nan thought he might have to let the old Princess Consort off the hook for this reason, Sikong Mo’s icy and rciless voice rang out again, accompanied by a bloodthirsty sneer, “Isn’t she always most affectionate towards that child of the Rong Family? Then it’s not too much to let Rong Che suffer on her behalf.”
Having said that, Sikong Mo didn’t forget to instruct, “Tell Si Rong to be careful when taking action; he only needs to inflict a wound as serious as mine, but be sure not to kill him. Otherwise, who would there be to take revenge on next ti?”
“Yes,” Si Nan bowed his head in acknowledgnt, silently lighting a candle for Rong Che, the poor soul of the Rong Family. But he didn’t feel pity for him; over the years, the Rong Family had taken their fair share of advantages thanks to the old Princess Consort. Now, it was only right for them to pay so price.
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