Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 714 - One Hundred Sixty-Three Two Hundred Eighteen Years

Chapter 714 - One Hundred Sixty-Three Two Hundred Eighteen Years

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714: Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three: Two Hundred Eighteen Years 714: Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three: Two Hundred Eighteen Years Du Ruhui opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to advise, telling Zhuang Gaoxian not to insult an individual like Song Hengjiang.But in the end, he said nothing at all.

As the Emperor’s Tutor and also the Prime Minister, he knew Zhuang Gaoxian very well.

Having become a true immortal of his era, defeating his nemesis Qiang Yong, slaying the hero Han Yin, and leading Zhuang Country to a period of great prosperity, Zhuang Gaoxian was at his most confident and contemptuous of all.

Some advice, he probably could no longer take in.

The mindless Yin Demons lay silent in their respective stone coffins, seemingly watching with cold eyes, observing what was happening among these so-called intelligent beings, what these beings endowed with wisdom were missing.

Dragging the aged Song Hengjiang with one hand, Zhuang Gaoxian finally arrived in front of the only glazed glass coffin.

His eyesight was obviously far superior to Jiang Wang’s, for he saw at a glance the connection between the glazed glass coffin and the stone coffins outside in the circular grotto.

And the power hidden within the body of the woman sealed by chains and spells also made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

“Is this your explanation?

Using those Yin Demons outside to nurture an even stronger demon?” Zhuang Gaoxian’s voice was extremely cold.

“You should have let me stand properly,” said the elderly Song Hengjiang.

Completely at the mercy of another in life and death, his first request was to stand upright.

“Oh.

Oh.”

Zhuang Gaoxian nodded his head.

He responded twice, with completely different meanings, and simply released his grip.

“Why don’t you take a closer look at her?” Song Hengjiang asked emotionlessly.

“A mere demon without any intelligence, why would it be worth…” Zhuang Gaoxian stopped halfway through his sentence, his voice growing even colder: “What exactly are you trying to say?”

By this time, Song Hengjiang had nothing left to worry about.

As the worst scenario he had imagined came to pass, he even felt a sense of relief.

“Don’t you think,” he said with a sorrowful look at Zhuang Gaoxian, “that you resemble her a lot?”

“Nonsense!” Zhuang Gaoxian rebuked sternly.

“The noble Qingjiang Aquatic Clan, to spout such baseless claims?

To save your own life, you really will say anything!”

“Indeed, you look very ordinary, not nearly as beautiful as her,” Song Hengjiang said, glancing back at the glazed glass coffin, then turning to Zhuang Gaoxian.

“But that’s because Zhuang Chenggan was too ugly.

Are there no portraits of your great-grandmother in the Zhuang royal palace?”

Of course there were portraits of her in the Zhuang royal palace.

And of course, Zhuang Gaoxian had seen them.

That’s why he would lose his composure later.

It’s just that at the beginning, he hadn’t thought in that direction at all.

“Absurd!” he said.

Song Hengjiang looked again towards the woman sealed in the glazed glass coffin, his gaze gentle.

“Have you ever considered why your grandmother lies here, lies beneath the waters of Qing River?”

“Qingjiang Aquatic Lord, you truly are the most absurd, how could this demon be related to me…”

Song Hengjiang cut off his self-consolation: “Because before becoming demonized, she was of the Water Race, she was my dear younger sister!”

Du Ruhui stood silently at the side.

Finally, he understood what that strange smile in Song Hengjiang’s eyes outside the Demon Grotto represented.

Zhuang Gaoxian had the blood of the Water Race flowing in his veins!

He was a mixed-blood of the Human Race and the Water Race, not a pure member of the Human Race.

Originally…

he was not qualified to be King.

If names are not right, then language will not be in accord, and the governance will not be in harmony.

This is the true calamity that could shake the foundations of Zhuang Country!

Once exposed, Jinguo will be the first to deny his identity as Zhuang Gaoxian.

However, what confused him was—while it was possible for a half-blood to completely lose the features of the Water Race, how could Zhuang Gaoxian, a “True Person” of this era, be completely ignorant of his own bloodline?

How did he pass the enthronement ceremony at Jade Capital Mountain when he first succeeded to the throne?

As the Prime Minister of Zhuang Country, having wielded power for so many years, Du Ruhui was for the first time realizing how many secrets this country still concealed!

“What does your sister becoming a Yin Demon have to do with me?” Zhuang Gaoxian continued to struggle, “My father was the Benevolent Emperor, my grandfather was Emperor Taizu of Zhuang.

My grandmother was the virtuous and high Queen Xi of the Song family!”

“The virtuous and high Queen Xi Wan, whose original name was Wanxi, her family name was Song,” Song Hengjiang said forcefully, “My full sister by the same mother, Song Wanxi!”

He retorted, “Otherwise, who do you think I fought a bloody war for at Lan River that year?

And for whom did the Qingjiang Aquatic Clan wage a war that nearly decimated their race?”

“The story is moving,”

Zhuang Gaoxian sneered, “Raising a demon is a path to self-destruction.

Do you think that by trying every possible way to tie yourself by blood to me, the Qingjiang Aquatic Clan can escape this calamity?

You probably don’t know what a ‘True Person’ is!

I have examined myself and found not a trace of Water Race blood!”

“But as a ‘True Person’ of this era, you must be able to sense there’s something different, right?

Because Zhuang Chenggan, who laid the scheme back then, was just a ‘True Person’ himself.

Even if he did everything perfectly, you should be able to find something that’s not the same, correct?”

Song Hengjiang’s tone was very confident.

Because what he said was completely true.

Zhuang Gaoxian indeed knew there was something different about himself.

That was why he allowed Song Hengjiang to continue speaking.

After achieving the state of Dongzhen, he knew his body was not completely the same as an ordinary member of the Human Race.

It was an extremely subtle difference, one he had not previously thought problematic, assuming it was simply a manifestation of his unusual talent.

But if that was a method left by Zhuang Chenggan to conceal his Water Race bloodline, then everything made sense.

And Song Hengjiang continued to recount, “At that time, the demoness Valley Yiyi treacherously struck, leading to the tragedy of Wanxi…

In front of her corpse, Zhuang Chenggan swore to me that only his and Wanxi’s child would become the ruler of Zhuang Country.

I don’t know how he did it, but he really did it.

He’s been too cold in many respects, but in this matter, he left me speechless.”

Valley Yiyi…

Zhuang Gaoxian knew this was the name of one of Emperor Taizu’s noble consorts.

The records stated she died of a peculiar illness.

Now, it seemed there was more to the story.

Was Taizu’s noble consort actually some demoness?

Was she the one who killed the virtuous and high Queen?

“I didn’t come here to listen to your stories,” said Zhuang Gaoxian, troubled and perturbed.

Even as a ‘True Person’ of this era, with his mental fortitude and sophistication being exceptional, the sudden revelation that he was not of a pure Human Race bloodline was difficult to accept.

He angrily demanded, “Just tell me, why raise a demon!”

“Because I didn’t want to lose my sister,” Song Hengjiang looked him straight in the eye, his wrinkles trembling, “My innocent and kind sister, who married into the Zhuang royal palace full of joy and happiness, but when we next met, she was at death’s door, about to become a cold corpse.

I couldn’t accept it!”

“There was only one way to save her, to let her become demonized…

only by making her a demon…”

Song Hengjiang’s voice was pained, as if he was recalling that desperate scene from years ago, “This was the only solution I could think of…”

“I knew the dangers, and I kept it secret from everyone.

Including Zhuang Chenggan, including Qingyue.”

His eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, glared at Zhuang Gaoxian furiously: “I kept the secret for two hundred and eighteen years!”

He could have kept it hidden longer.

But Zhuang Gaoxian insisted on breaking in!

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