Nini’an no longer dared to step outside; she felt like a laughingstock.
Indeed, she was a concubine of the Little Rakshasa King.
But in the Rakshasa Royal Family, she really amounted to nothing.
In this supre family, not even a servant regarded her, treating her like a re stray animal.
Now, Nini’an didn’t know if the Little Rakshasa King intended to marry her. After the first night, she never saw him again; he just tossed her aside.
As for the Chira Tribe, she was truly powerless.
However, when she received the latest letter from the Chira Tribe, she felt utterly shattered.
This letter was written by Yanggu, offering no sweet words or longing, only the cold statent of a fact.
Lanling led an army to raid the Chira Tribe and set it ablaze. Her mother, Gou Li, had fully surrendered to Lanling and beca his woman, publicly humiliated by him. Her brother, Constantine II, was now a captive, his survival unknown. Her father, Constantine, had gone completely mad.
Moreover, from the original population of over 50,000 in the tribe, only a little over 20,000 remained, the rest had been slaughtered by Lanling. Those left had nothing; even their clothing was stripped away, leaving them holess and freezing.
Reading the letter again and again, Nini’an didn’t scream or shout, she just silently wept, feeling like she was losing her mind too.
If she had known it would end like this, she should have killed Lanling early on, severed his head, and dismbered him.
No, she couldn’t give up; she had to exact revenge, she had to end Lanling’s life.
Had he really exhausted all paths? Surely there was one he hadn’t taken!
The Rakshasa Royal Family stood so high above, intangible, unreachable. Now Nini’an also realized her identity as a concubine of the Little Rakshasa King was nothing but a joke.
The Little Rakshasa King took many concubines for so reason. Perhaps she fit that reason sohow, so she beca his concubine, but after trying her, he realized Nini’an wasn’t what he sought; thus, he confined her in a castle.
She, Nini’an, was entirely unrelated to the Rakshasa Royal Family, not even a mber, not even comparable to the Little Rakshasa King’s pet.
She couldn’t see a single mber of the Rakshasa Royal Family. Perhaps... Princess Sha Yan was an exception.
For she occasionally appeared at auctions in the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, disguised to avoid recognition. Nini’an even suspected that Princess Sha Yan was the real owner behind the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.
So next, Nini’an went to the Heaven and Earth Pavilion every day, trying to et Princess Sha Yan.
However, each ti she requested, the master of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion would bow and reply that Princess Sha Yan had not co. As for the notion that Princess Sha Yan was behind the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, the Pavilion’s owner would firmly deny it each ti.
By now, Nini’an could discern it clearly; the Pavilion owner, although bowing to her every ti, held no respect in his eyes, even harboring mockery. Laughably, she once relished this false honor.
It was the monthly auction once again, and Nini’an attended punctually.
This ti, she spotted Princess Sha Yan again, in her disguised attire, so after the auction ended, she rushed up to Princess Sha Yan and knelt straight down.
Princess Sha Yan still wore her mask, her gaze calmly cold as she looked at her.
Her eyes were filled with indifference, devoid of love or hatred, like one looking at ants or cockroaches on the ground.
Because, in Princess Sha Yan’s eyes, Nini’an was but an ant.
"What is it?" Princess Sha Yan asked coldly.
Nini’an said, "Your Highness, why did the Little Rakshasa King marry ?"
Princess Sha Yan replied, "Then you should ask him, not !"
Nini’an said, "I can’t see him, and to this day, I haven’t seen his face. That night I only passively accepted everything, not daring to look at his face, driven by instinctive fear."
Princess Sha Yan looked at Nini’an for a mont and said, "Because he was looking for a woman with a special energy aura, and inadvertently caught so trace from you. But after truly taking you as a concubine, he found that this energy aura wasn’t from yourself."
Nini’an’s heart trembled, feeling imnse sorrow.
She was neither outstanding nor exceptional among competitors; how could she have defeated formidable foes to marry the Little Rakshasa King as his concubine, she finally understood.
The reason her body harbored a special energy aura, she vaguely knew, was also because of Lanling.
Princess Sha Yan asked, "Anything else? If not, don’t block my way."
Nini’an said, "My Chira Tribe, my Chira Tribe was burned, my father went mad, the tribe’s warriors were slaughtered."
Princess Sha Yan’s gaze shifted slightly, not even bothering to speak.
The aning was clear: what does the destruction of your Chira Tribe have to do with ?
Though the Rakshasa King ruled this vast land, he didn’t directly govern it. Disputes among the tribes below were settled by power; the Rakshasa Royal Family wouldn’t intervene too much.
Nini’an said, "But it wasn’t the Rakshasa Tribe that destroyed my Chira Tribe; it was a Near-Human Tribe. A Near-Human called Lanling, he led a group of Near-Human soldiers to rebel against the Chira Tribe, establishing the Fla Demon Tribe independently. They grow stronger each day, recently wiping out my Chira Tribe. The Near-Human Tribe establishing in Rakshasa territory, even destroying a Rakshasa Tribe, does the Royal Family not care about that?"
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