The tall gilded door slowly opened, and the Dragon Clan's Queen Lailier returned. She walked all the way to the throne of the Blade Palace, "Bayin, I brought him back."

  The man standing aside showed a rare look of anxiety on his face. He looked at the frail man who was carried up and took a step forward. "Longol!" He held the young man in his arms. "They broke your legs, didn't they?" He lifted the cloth covering the body and saw the legs of the former Dragon Clan's No. 1 warrior hanging horribly on the cloth. He quickly looked at Lailier and asked, "Have you asked someone to check on him?"

  "I've seen it, and they say it's very slim," Lelier replied. "Even if we can reconnect those bones and let him stand up, it's definitely impossible for him to recover to his previous state."

  Bayin looked at Lailil hatefully, then at Longgor, "I will do my best to cure you." He promised the man.

  Lailier looked at Bayin with interest. He and Longgor were from the same tribe. As far as she knew, the tribe was originally sparsely populated, and after years of war, it seemed that only a few people were left. Bayin's status in the tribe was not low. That man was always used to taking too many responsibilities for himself.

  Since she came back, he had never looked at her straight in the eye, and he had never even asked about her marriage to Cesare.

  Lailier waved her hand and had Long Gol taken away, and the ministers standing beside him also retreated. She said, "Bayin, come to my room. I want to tell you about this meeting."

  Everyone in the Dragon Clan knew that Bayin was the minister appointed by the previous king to take care of the young emperor. He was so humble and caring, so naturally they would not misinterpret the relationship between him and Lailier. And their queen, the young and energetic Queen Lailier, what was wrong with her being young, sexy, and having a few male favorites?

  Bayin once accused Lailil of being too obsessed with male beauty in front of everyone, and that day the queen rarely summoned those male favorites.

  Bayin followed Lelier to the back room, and then the girl took off her skirt. She rubbed her plump breasts in front of him, tempting him. She climbed up his body like a colorful snake, spread her legs and sat in front of him. She said, Bayin, I saw that man, Cesare, he is very good.

  Bayin sat on the edge of the bed and said expressionlessly, "That's great."

  Leliel looked up at him, "I want to have a baby with him, is this okay?" Her fingers stroked between his legs, and she looked at the man almost desperately.

  "You've grown up, and this is good." Bayin gently pushed her hand, "I'm glad you understand your obligations."

  "Duty..." Lelier laughed absurdly, but she only felt an inexplicable emotion overflowing her nose, "Duty, my duty is to be under a man who doesn't love me at all, be manipulated by him, and then give birth to a child, right? In your eyes, this is my duty, right?!"

  Bayin raised his eyes, "What else do you want?" He shook his head, "If you were not sitting on that throne, Lelier, I would not force you. But you are the queen of this country now, you must do this."

  "What about me?" Lailier asked Bayin, "What should I do? I'm very sad here, have you ever thought about it?" She pointed to the position of her heart, like the little girl who had never grown up.

  "There will always be someone to take care of you for me." Bayin stood up, picked up the girl and let her stand on the ground. "Lelier, and I am not that person." He bent down to pick up Lelier's skirt and wrapped it around the young queen. He looked down at her and reached out to help her tidy up her messy hair. "You are a good girl, you deserve a better man - not me. I am no longer young, either mentally or physically. I can't trap you. You are still young, and it is too unfair to you."

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  "But you obviously love me, right?" Leliel asked him, "I'm about to marry another man, can't you tell me the truth?"

  However, Bayin did not answer her. He just looked at Lailier lovingly, letting her cry like a child in his arms. He whispered in her ear, "Rest and recuperation is the best way for the dragon race. Sooner or later, we will have to fight back to the Royal City of Elima. Lailier, maybe we won't see that day, but I hope your child can see it."

  Lelier looked at him with tearful eyes.

  "Marrying Duke Lorenzo is the best way. It can keep our dragon people safe for a while, and we can also take this opportunity to revive the dragon clan. Your children must have Elima's bloodline. They will not harm their own people, do you understand, Lelier?" Bayin continued to speak to her gently.

  Leliel smiled strangely in his arms. He thought too well and too simply. But she was the master of her body. She could give birth to a child for whomever she wanted. He naturally didn't know about the agreement between him and Cesare. How could he talk about the trust based on blood relationship?

  After Bayin came out of Lelier's room, he went straight back to his own mansion.

  Someone was already waiting for him there. He was a young man who looked very ordinary. "Lord Bayin, there is a message from Elima."

  "Speak." Bayin sat on the chair and frowned.

  "Duke Fumeier's son has already set out. He will still pass through the Big Bear Pond and the Little Bear Pond before arriving at Hassan City. From Hassan City, they will go to Lanhai Town, and then to Shanbei County."

  "What about Mingxia?"

  "It's going well." The young man said, "We have delivered the supplies to support that person."

  "Does General Yalan know about this?" Bayin asked.

  "I don't know. I have contacted that person directly."

  "Very good." Bayin nodded, "Tell that person that we support him with the utmost sincerity to become the new master of Mingxia - it is him, not General Yalan."

  After saying this, the young man stepped back and disappeared into the crowd of Dark Language City. His face was too ordinary and no one would remember his appearance.

  Bayin stood up, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently a few times, a stream of dark blood fell on the handkerchief. He quickly went to the table to get the medicine and took it with water.

  He thought of the girl. He loved her, but what could he bring to her with his broken body? She was so young, beautiful, sexy and full of vitality, but he was already as withered as a dead body. What could he bring to her?

  He closed his eyes and endured the pain brought by the powerful effect of the drug. He couldn't die yet as he still had things to do, so he chose an extremely radical way to control his body. The hallucinations brought by the secret drug brought him back to that summer night 8 years ago, the short summer in the Dark Language City in the north of the continent.

  He was in his thirties, immersed in the pain of losing his previous king, but he looked up and saw the little girl, hugging her knees, sitting on the huge throne in fear like an abandoned child. The surrounding tribal leaders stared at it covetously, the dragon clan was like this, whoever had the stronger fist could sit there -

  It was her first time sitting there, and she was so scared that her voice was shaking when she spoke.

  After all the other people in the hall had left, she tremblingly said to him, Bayin, can you carry me down? I can't stand up...

  He forgot why he kissed her, maybe because she cried? Or maybe because she snuggled into his arms and touched him with her tender body. He sat on the throne and held her between his legs, then penetrated her.

  The girl held his neck with both hands, tears in her eyes but she smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, Bayin, it doesn't hurt, come in... come in a little more." God knows her face was covered with sweat. And blood and love juice fell on the floor of the Blade Palace with every twitch, and fell in front of the throne.

  He took her there, and the blood that fell seemed like a curse, making him unable to let go of Lelier again in his life. He warned himself not to touch her, and endured jealousy and hatred, watching her make love with one man after another indifferently.

  She seemed to be deliberately showing her body and beauty in front of him. In the past eight years, she has grown from a young girl to a charming and beautiful woman. How could he not be moved? Bayin smiled bitterly. He was not a saint.

  But if he softened his heart, agreed, and obeyed, then the girl would only fall into the abyss with him.

  The illusion was so wonderful that even his body felt light and no longer in pain.