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Chapter 103 I Just Don’t Feel Secure
With great determination, Westhead began his show.

"The Chaos Wave hit Qinghui Territory and destroyed my dream of rising. That day, I left everything behind: territory, people, honor. I was left with nothing and fled to the Imperial Capital in a state of disgrace."

Westhead was completely immersed in the story he was telling. He hugged his arms and sighed:
"Looking back now, it was a nightmare-like experience. The horror and despair woke me up countless times in the middle of the night and made it difficult for me to fall asleep."

Actually, not really. It is true that Lord Qinghui was disheartened, but not to this extent.

Westhead uses hyperbole here to great effect.

Leixia quickly comforted him, "It's all over. There's no way to escape from this nightmare, Weiss."

She is absolutely qualified to say this, as the White-haired Dragon Lady herself had fought her way out of an endless nightmare.

"It's not that simple. What I lost at that time was not only my home, power and glory, but also my future and my life."

Westhead smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his head, his violet eyes filled with heartbreaking, deep sadness.

"I'm dying."

"!!"

Leixia's breathing almost choked, and she finally understood why those frivolous ladies repeatedly mentioned "Lord Qinghui's melancholy eyes."

That look is simply cheating.

Even though the silver-haired princess had been tempered a thousand times, the steel-like wall of her heart was pierced in an instant, and an irrepressible feeling of pity and love burst out.

My heart feels like it's being cut by a knife and sadness is pouring out like a spring.

Leixia couldn't help but stand up from the dining table and asked:

"why?"

Westhead was stunned when he noticed the burning anxiety in Leixia's eyes.

Is the effect of [Flawless Face] really that terrifying? No, it should be that the basic charm is too high.

Is this the Qinghui bloodline?

Thinking about it this way, the Holy Spirit Ancestor doesn't seem so unfilial.

Westhead did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, paced around the room a few times, sighed a few times on purpose, and then said:

"For hundreds of years since the establishment of the [Branch of Prosperity] system, all the major despots have thrived in their own territories and guarded the borders diligently. No [Branch of Prosperity] territory has ever been conquered, until I suffered this humiliation."

"But apart from the shame, no one has ever known the consequences of the loss of territory and the corruption of the Holy Spirit Ancestor. I only realized it later - if the Holy Spirit Ancestor is completely corrupted, the direct descendants who are linked by blood will also be corrupted and degenerate into disordered servants of chaos."

"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough!"

To add to the persuasiveness, Westhead even starts coughing up blood.

This was not entirely an act. Ever since the chaos erosion began, he had been relying on the Withered Glory Sun to forcibly suppress the discomfort in his body. As long as he relaxed a little, the pain of the erosion would be uncontrollable.

"Weiss!"

Leixia immediately stepped forward to support the man and saw the black blood that Westhead had spit on his hand.

It is dirty, deep, and thick, like a swimming form of malice. Just looking at it makes one feel repelled from the bottom of one's heart.

This is the chaos that is extremely poisonous to all creatures of order.

The silver-haired princess looked extremely solemn as she helped Westhead sit on the sofa beside her.

"When did this happen?" Westhead: "I knew about it a long time ago, but it just broke out a while ago. That's why I desperately wanted to seek help and regain my homeland as soon as possible."

"If I hadn't shared your talent, I wouldn't be able to hold on now."

Westhead leaned weakly on the dragon girl's shoulder and said in a dreamlike voice:

"At least I feel better now, and I have the courage to face the nightmare. But when I first arrived in the imperial capital, I was really desperate. How could a stray dog ​​with nothing to lose save me from death?"

"Fortunately, there is always a way out. The second awakening of my bloodline talent has given me a new path. As long as I can survive, I am willing to do anything, even if it means forcing a smile on my face or making love all night with a woman I don't like. As long as I can gain the strength to survive, I will force myself to do it even if I don't want to."

This is pure nonsense. At that time, Westhead did not have the talent [granted by the mind and soul]. He could numb himself with drunkenness and dreams, but he was unwilling to do so?

Then let me tell you about the value of purebred old-fashioned tea.

But now in front of Leixia, Westhead had to appear steadfast and vulnerable.

It would be best to arouse the maternal instinct in Leshia.

".After all, I may just be insecure. In order to pursue power, I will do whatever it takes and I will never regret it."

"Because of this, I can protect my homeland and my people, and be worthy of the identity of the head of the Qinghui family."

Westhead trembled slightly in the arms of the silver-haired dragon girl, and tried his best to speak in a tone full of fatigue and loss.

Leixia listened to her lover's story silently, hugged him tightly, and said nothing.

Westha. Same as me.

They are all trapped in the abyss of despair, and they are all desperate to grab the last straw.

Leixia lowered her head and stared at her lover's face.

The soft brown-black hair stuck to his extremely handsome, heart-throbbing face. The young man blinked his melancholy eyes filled with mist and smiled bitterly:

"I'm sorry, I poured out too much negative emotion and made you see me look so ugly."

"Weiss actually has such an expression."

The pupils of Leixia's beautiful eyes trembled.

She was so shocked that she couldn't express it in words. In the eyes of the silver-haired princess, Westhead was always so cool, calm and confident.

All difficulties seemed like a breeze in front of him, as he could always find a solution; he was not afraid of any powerful enemy, as he always drew his sword and faced them with full courage.

Leixia almost thought that Westhead was omnipotent, to the point of worshipping and relying on him.

But even such a person like Weiss would actually fall into his arms and sob?
How could he have borne so much pain? Such a heavy responsibility?
Leixia bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging deeply into her palm.

Yes, who can be truly perfect? ​​Everyone is imperfect.

Seeing that his emotions were almost brewing, Westhead rubbed his red and swollen eyes, sat up straight, and said calmly:

"So, I'm sorry, the mission I shoulder doesn't allow me to be free. I'm afraid I'll be a slave to fate for the rest of my life. Even marriage won't be my decision."

"Leshia, if you want to blame me or be angry with me, I will never say a word."

As soon as Lord Qinghui finished speaking, the white-haired dragon lady couldn't help herself. Her dark eyes were ablaze with fire, and the fleeting dragon lightning even illuminated the dim room:

"Weiss, who do you think I am?!"

(End of this chapter)