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"Your father...is doing well."

"He's still alive?!"

"died."

“…Woo…”

"But before your father passed away, the person he was most worried about was you. I actually met your father once, but I kept it from you. I'm sorry."

"Mother, there is no need to apologize! You are still alive. You, me, and my brother will live a good life together. Father will also be smiling in his grave." Xilin said seriously.

"Fool." Lilupal thought as he stroked Shilin's white fur.

"Mother, others say that my father is the human incarnation of His Majesty the Red King. Do you think it is true? In fact, my father is not dead. He has returned to his own palace. I wanted to find him, but was stopped by Kisla." Shilin said.

"Your father is a... mortal. Birth, aging, sickness and death are laws that cannot be violated."

"Then Keithra and I are mixed-bloods, so we will age sooner or later, right?"

“…Yes!” Lilupal told Shilin in a firm voice, without any shame that she had lied because this body was still a virgin.

Xilin heard her mother's unquestionable answer. She had no obsession with immortality. What's the point of living alone until the end of time when the people she cared about were gone? It would be torture.

"Mother, I'm so afraid that you will be lonely." Shireen hugged Lilupal tightly.

Even the cruel and ruthless Lilupal trembled in his heart because of these words, and once again said in his heart, "Fool."

In history, Shirin was raised by Ormaz and was spoiled and willful, not like the little girl who loves her mother dearly like she is now.

Even though Xilin is almost 30 and is already an old aunt, it does not hinder her innocence and cuteness.

It can't be said that Lilupal felt a trace of guilt when she took advantage of her eldest son Kisra, but she and Kisra were more like a partnership.

Facing Shireen, Lilupal's maternal love was finally restored.

Just as the goddess of flowers said, the forest has influenced Lilupal.

This refers not only to the changes in her own concepts and actions, but also to the changes in the people around Lilupal.

"Shilin, if I told you that I wanted to harm you, would you believe me?"

“…How is this possible!?”

"Then why are you shaking?"

"Ah, this, I..."

"Haha, there's no need to hide your fear, Shireen. I won't hurt you...it's your brother, Kisla Parviz, who wants to hurt you."

"How is that possible! Even though that guy is annoying, I actually have a pretty good relationship with him!"

"How could your mother want to sow discord between you and your brother?" Lilupal said softly.

"Have you forgotten what I said at the beginning? Your father is very worried about you. He realized a long time ago that Kisla had ulterior motives towards you."

"If you don't trust your mother, you should trust your father."

"If you still have doubts about this statement, then well, I will play you for a few days. You hide and witness from the shadows how your brother harms you."

Shilin was silent. It was sad enough that her father passed away, and now the family was in danger of falling apart.

Father…what should I do?

The seventh night.

His Majesty Parvezlawan celebrated his birthday with the people, and the banquet lasted from sunrise until the moon reached its highest point in the sky.

"Shirin" did not attend the dinner party due to poor health. She sat alone in the flower garden, seemingly admiring the Patisalan under the moonlight.

…Parvezlawan came on.

Once Pandora's box is opened, it is like a rolling stone from a mountain. The good intentions that you think you are upholding will be swallowed up by all kinds of desires in an instant, and the stone will roll into the abyss.

"Sister, I never asked you..."

That night, the noble Parvezrawan knelt down before his sister Shirin.

The seventeenth night.

Parvizrawan sat alone on the throne with his head bowed. Skilled craftsmen from all over the country were rushing to Gur. What had been done was done and there was no turning back.

Now, I am even more ashamed to face my father.

"clatter-"

"clatter--"

Elegant footsteps were heard in the empty palace.

"Lilupal... you convinced me."

Parvizrawan raised his head, his dazzling amber eyes were now bloodshot, and at first glance they looked like Lilupal's eyes.

Lilupal chuckled, finding Parvezrawan's excuses scornful and amusing.

Parvezrawan was unmoved.

"What are you doing here this time?"

"I'll tell you something. Do you remember the prophecy I told you 23 years ago before I brought you to Gul City?"

Lilupal narrated them one by one.

"The prophecy is false. My sister is not married."

"That's because your father stopped it. Now that he is dead, the prophecy will definitely come true." Lilupal said.

"Ridiculous!" Parvizrawan was furious, and then he thought of a possibility and showed an expression of disbelief.

"You!... Why do you do this?"

"Of course..."

No one knows what Lilupal and Parvezrawan talked about on the seventeenth night, or what kind of deal they reached.

Later, Parvizrawan's eldest son, Shirui, was sent out of Gur and exiled for several years.

When he returns again, his identity is the King of the Brass Mask - Huramudin.

Chapter 628: The New King Meets the Old King

Dusk, Gur, the royal palace.

It was several days later that Parvizrawan agreed to summon Hopiruz alone.

"Your Majesty, this time..."

Hopiruz knelt on one knee before the only legitimate king of Gur, lowered his head, and held a memorial in both hands.

Then, the attendant stepped forward, took it respectfully, and handed it to Parvizrawan on the throne.

The flipping of the pages did not last half a minute, and Hopiruz only heard the sound of the memorial being closed.

"General Hopiruz, how long did it take you to write this memorial?" Parvizrawan's voice was calm and without any ripples, and it was impossible to guess his emotions.

"I have obeyed your orders and have written down my experiences along the way in the memorial." Hopiruz said calmly, "It has been two months."

Although his words in front of Lin Ye somewhat slandered the current emperor, as a subject, Hopiruz recognized Parvizrawan's abilities and means as a leader, and only hated that he did not strive for progress.

"When was the last memorial written?" the king asked again.

"…four months ago."

"But I haven't seen your memorial."

"..."

Parvizrawan waved his hand, asked the servant to leave, and then said to Hopiruz.

"Lift your head and look at me."

Hopiruz did as he was told. Only then was he able to see Parvizrawan's current appearance. According to etiquette, he was not allowed to look directly at the king.

The wise and mighty king in my impression is no longer there. His temples are gray, his noble golden pupils are covered with scarlet shadows, and his straight back is slightly hunched. Compared with the high-spirited and ambitious king nine years ago, the Parvizrawan in front of me is much more haggard and vicissitudes of life. In the sunset, there is a sense of sadness of an old hero.

Could it be caused by the daily singing and dancing?

Middle-aged men should be more afraid of alcohol and sex than of a tiger.

Of course, Hopiruz's thoughts were not so frivolous. He felt that it was caused by Parvizrawan's long-term indulgence in various pleasures. The emperor's happiness was not just about wine and beauties.

But Pavezrawan didn't look like he was enjoying it.

“This is the fourth time,” Parvizrawan said a number that seemed irrelevant to the current topic.

Hopiruz's body trembled, and he looked at Parvizrawan with bright eyes, which contained surprise and joy, but also more complicated emotions, such as confusion.

"You requested four times to mobilize funds to comfort the disaster-stricken areas and rebuild the oasis water conservancy. In your memorials, you made a very thorough analysis of the problems in various places. Who says that military generals only know how to fight and kill? Hahaha..."

At the end of his words, Parvizrawan laughed out loud, which was rare.

"This is all thanks to your majesty's promotion of universal education. Even a minister born in the mountains is qualified to study."

“Education was first promoted and advocated by our previous kings as a national policy.” Parvizrawan shook his head.

Hopiruz was slightly stunned, thinking that he had offended His Majesty.

As everyone knows, the former king is a taboo and no one can mention it in front of Parvezlawan, or the consequences will be disastrous.

Perhaps Her Royal Highness the Princess could bring it up, but she's missing...

Contrary to expectations, Parvizrawan remained calm and did not lose his temper or suddenly explode in anger, looking at the young Hopiruz and recalling.

"You have been with me for four years."

"Your Majesty, the fourth year and the third month and the seventh day."

"Do you know why you were promoted to cavalry general?"

"I don't know."

"Your birth is humble, but in my land, all people are equal. Everyone should have a path to advancement. Regardless of birth, only talent is used. This is what the previous king taught me..."

"Your Majesty, please bear witness to my loyalty to Your Majesty." Hopiruz said solemnly.

Parvezrawan nodded indifferently, then changed the subject and asked a pointed question.

"General Hopiruz, do you think I'm a tyrant?"

Faint king?

Judging from Parvizrawan's performance after he ascended the throne, he could be considered a wise ruler. However, after the advent of Zhenling technology, he was undoubtedly a foolish ruler and a tyrant.

Although Hopiruz has a sincere patriotic heart, it does not mean that he is not able to read people's expressions. He was able to be promoted to a high position. He either has the ability to deal with people or has the support of a big boss. Hopiruz has both. It is because his colleagues are not human beings, so he has no choice but to be the "conspicuous one".

Faced with Parvezrawan's questioning about the Nine Clans Elimination Game, Parvezrawan showed his excellent acting skills - he was stunned.

Seeing this, Parvezlawan smiled faintly and spoke gently.

"Why pretend to be panicked? I won't kill you. I asked the ministers in the noble council, what else is there besides flattery? I believe you, tell me the truth."

"..."

"You wrote in your memorial, which was full of bitterness and accusations of corruption and inaction by certain officials. Isn't this also accusing me of my faults?"

Upon hearing this, Hopiruz broke out in a sweat.

But in times of national crisis, when the building is about to collapse, there are always people who remain untainted by the mud, and there are always people who plead for the people. Lin Ye educates the people and enlightens their wisdom in order to cultivate loyal and courageous people, not only for the king, but also for the country.

Hopiruz did not want the Kingdom of Gülçen to perish at all, as he became a shameful slave of a conquered nation.

With a desperate mentality, Hopiruz admitted it, shouting very loudly.

Parvezrawan said calmly.

"Keep talking."

Hopiruz's mouth was like a bullet, spitting out words with impassioned passion, repeating the contents of the memorial verbatim. He had probably read it many times himself, or perhaps he had been prepared for this scene.

Anyway, I am an orphan and a bachelor...

After an unknown amount of time, Hopiruz felt his throat smoking and his mouth dry, and he heard Parvizlawan's voice.

"Have you said enough?"

Hopiruz smacked his lips, as if to say that he was not satisfied. He looked at Parvizlawan's expressionless face and whispered, "That's enough."