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Chapter 1033 The Merciful Holy Lord

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Dina quickly stepped forward, wanting to explain, "Your Majesty, the princess is just—"

"Let her speak for herself." Su Yao raised his hand to stop Dina, his gaze fixed on Samira. "Why do you want to go and pay respects to a tyrannical king? Aren't you afraid of being branded as an accomplice of this tyrant?"

Samira mustered her courage and looked up, meeting Su Yao's scrutinizing gaze.

Those were eyes as sharp as a hawk's, seemingly able to see into the deepest secrets of the human heart. Samira trembled involuntarily, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Brother... Imperial Brother was once a good brother."

Samira pressed her hand to the floor, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "Before he became a demon, he protected me and taught me. I just want to say goodbye to his past self."

Then, Samira bit her lip, looked up at Su Yao, and said, "Since Your Majesty can forgive those who were loyal to Vasudeva, I think with your mercy, you wouldn't refuse a sister's final farewell to her brother, would you?"

After saying that, she lowered her head again, clenched her hands, and said, "If the Holy Lord can grant my request, I... I can agree to any condition."

"Any conditions?"

Su Yao chuckled and looked at Dina: "Did you teach her these things?"

Dina quickly shook her head: "Your Majesty, this is all the princess's own wish."

Su Yao's smile faded. He crouched down, reached out and lifted Samira's chin, making her look into his eyes: "Your Highness, do you know what it means to make this request to me?"

Samira's pupils contracted slightly. She could clearly feel the warmth of Su Yao's fingertips and the majesty contained in his deep eyes.

Her throat was tight and dry, making it almost impossible for her to speak, but she still tried her best to open her mouth:
"I know. This means I acknowledge your authority and believe in your benevolence."

After speaking, Samira closed her eyes tightly, awaiting her fate, and the bedchamber fell into silence.

Su Yao silently weighed his options, while Dina nervously clenched the hem of her clothes beside him.

The decision was too risky, but she had to admit that Samira's choice was perhaps wiser than her advice—to win over the unfathomable conqueror with sincerity rather than scheming.

The silence didn't last long, and Su Yao quickly broke it with a hearty laugh:

"Haha, Your Highness has such a sweet tongue."

Su Yao pulled Samira up, helped her stand up straight, and then brushed the dust off her skirt.

"Alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll grant your request."

"Really?"

Princess Samira looked up in surprise, tears welling in her eyes: "Really? Holy Lord, you really allow me to go and pay respects to my brother?"

"of course."

Su Yao laughed and said, "Not only that, I can even agree to hold a funeral for your brother that belongs to a monarch."

"A king's funeral?" Princess Samira stared wide-eyed at Su Yao in disbelief.

Su Yao nodded slightly: "Although he was cruel, he was still the ruler of a country. Moreover, I had promised the Holy Maiden that he would leave with dignity, but unfortunately, I still couldn't leave him a complete corpse."

Dina, listening nearby, was deeply shocked. She hadn't expected that Su Yao would not only agree to the princess's request but also offer to hold a funeral for Vasudeva. This magnanimity and breadth of mind truly far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"Thank you, Holy Lord! Thank you, Holy Lord!" Samira was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and she was about to kneel down and kowtow.

“No need for formalities.” Su Yao reached out to help her up, then looked at Dina: “However, even so, he has committed many evils after all. The funeral should not be too high-profile, and there should be no content that glorifies his atrocities. Do you understand what I mean?” “I understand.” Samira nodded like a chick pecking at rice. “As long as we can say goodbye to my brother one last time, I will be satisfied.”

While Samira nodded hastily, Dina paused for a moment.

She immediately realized that this was not an ordinary funeral, but a way to put an end to Vasudeva's reign, formally announcing the end of his rule to the world, and at the same time demonstrating the benevolence and majesty of the new ruler.

She immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty is wise. I will make the arrangements immediately."

"Not urgent."

Su Yao waved his hand, his gaze lingering on Samira for a moment:
"Now that Your Highness has arrived, why don't you two join the meeting later?"

"Discussion?"

Samira's heart pounded wildly.

Of course, she hadn't forgotten what Miss Dina had told her last night.

However, she acted on her own today, disrupting the flow of things, and hasn't had a chance to bring up that more important matter yet.
Unexpectedly, this man brought up the matter himself, how could she not feel nervous?
"Yes."

Su Yao nodded slightly: "You are the only remaining heir of the late king's bloodline, right? I would also like to hear your opinions on the selection of the new king."

Princess Samira's heart nearly stopped for a moment. She instinctively looked at Dina, only to see the saintess nod almost imperceptibly.

“I…I am willing to serve the Holy Lord.” Samira curtsied, her voice trembling slightly but firm. “However, having lived in the inner palace for so long, I fear I know very little about court affairs.”

Su Yao chuckled lightly: "It's alright, you only need to represent the royal family." He turned to Dina, "Go and prepare, the meeting will be held in the main hall in an hour."

"call--"

Once they were far from the bedchamber, Dina finally breathed a sigh of relief. She took Samira's hand and whispered, "Your Highness, you were too reckless!"

Samira also reached up and touched her chest, revealing a relieved smile: "But wasn't the result good? He was more humane than I imagined."

Dina looked at the princess with a complicated expression, paused, and said, "I hope so. But the real test is yet to come—today's meeting will determine the future of the Kushan Empire and your fate, so you must be on your guard."

"Miss Dina, do you really think I can do this?"

Samira's voice trembled; in just a short while, she felt as if she had been soaked through.

She couldn't even imagine how she would conduct herself standing beside that man, facing the entire court of officials.

Dina grasped Samira's cold hand: "Your Highness, remember your courage just now. The Holy Lord has a good impression of you, and you are the last descendant of the late King. No one is more qualified than you to speak on behalf of the royal family."

Samira closed her eyes upon hearing this, took a deep breath, and then straightened her back: "Alright, I understand. For my mother, for the people of Kushan, and for my brother's spirit in heaven, I will do everything in my power."

Dina gazed at the princess's somewhat childish face and suddenly realized that beneath the princess's guise, she was just a fragile young girl.

But fate has thrust her onto the stage prematurely, and the young girl is growing at an astonishing pace while struggling to adapt. Perhaps this is the innate resilience inherent in royal blood?
“Let’s go, we have less than an hour to prepare,” Dina said softly. “You will need to change into more formal attire. I will also summon the priests to attend, and I will explain to you the possible scenarios that may occur today.”

The two hurried through the corridor, sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows and casting dappled shadows on them. Samira suddenly stopped. "Dina," she said, "if I really am chosen as queen, will you always support me?"

Dina turned around, the sunlight outlining her soft features through her veil: "Your Highness, I will always be by your side whenever you need me."

(End of this chapter)