I just covet their strength

Chapter 3 The Sin-Blooded Princess
Being severely despised by the clan sister, Westhead just smiled and said nothing.

After all, he is indeed a recognized waste now, and there is nothing to argue with.

Urda dragged Westhead around, taking the initiative to visit any nobles who might be their helpers.

Westhead couldn't resist her, so he had to watch Jorda running around happily and talking perfunctorily.

Until nightfall, the largest square outside the Holy Tree Palace was lit up with lanterns and became the venue for the dance after the dinner.

Especially for the young nobles, on a rare occasion where they could see many of their peers, handsome men and beauties with noble bloodlines and ancient family lines danced gracefully.

"Mr. Qinghui, would you like to dance with me?"

An aristocratic girl with a soft appearance, who could be called white, big and charming, came to Westhead, raised her skirt and saluted, and said shyly.

Westhead shook his head: "Thank you, please find someone else."

"But, Lord Qinghui, we are not..."

"Please leave."

Westhead mercilessly declined the beautiful lady in front of him, causing the girl to burst into tears, hide her face and run away in aggrievedness.

Yulda glanced at him and said, "Brother, this is the eleventh lady you have rejected, the daughter of the Perkins family. I thought you liked her very much."

He is young and ignorant, and is just playing around.

Westhead rubbed the Qingming acupoint, and a bunch of vivid memories came to his mind after a little thought.

There is a beautiful and sexy mature big sister with wavy curls, there is also a pure big lady with long black straight hair, and there is also a sweet and lovely big blonde loli. From a noble lady in the imperial capital to a wealthy businessman's daughter, the self-destructive head of the Qinghui family uses the most extreme depravity to vent her inner grief and despair.

Westhead said calmly: "It's just a pure physical relationship, not liking it."

"But even so, you are completely unmoved, right?"

Upon seeing this, Ulda said to Westhead worriedly: "You are not overindulging in sex and suffering from a stubborn disease, are you? My brother's psychology is already very abnormal, at least he must be physically healthy!"

Westhead: "Hey, I'm just not in the mood right now."

Westhead is not an eunuch who is not close to beauty, but this kind of enjoyment can never be the highest priority. How to increase the intensity is the top priority.

"Brother, who are you looking for?"

Urda noticed that Westhead's eyes kept jumping and couldn't help but ask.

"Urda, I remember this kind of dance. The royal family will also come, right?"

Yurda: "The royal family? The Second Princess and the Third Prince are not in the imperial capital right now. Her Highness the Regent can only say that she may come, but she is most likely still handling official business."

The white-haired girl said thoughtfully, "Do you want to talk to His Royal Highness the Regent? If it's His Royal Highness, he might really agree to help Qinghui Territory rebuild."

Westhead shook his head: "No, I'm not looking for the regent."

"That is."

"Yeah, I found it."

In the huge square in front of the palace, there were guests chatting or dancing almost everywhere.

But there is a vacuum in only one corner. This is an insignificant detail, not worthy of attention.

However, Westhead noticed this keenly and walked quickly.

After getting closer, you can see that the "culprit" causing the vacuum belt is a girl in a wheelchair.

The girl in the wheelchair was wearing a white dress. Compared with the gorgeous decorations where many ladies competed for beauty at the dinner, the simple white dress seemed monotonous.

The wheelchair element always makes people think of a sickly beautiful girl. However, this girl did not stretch out her slender legs from under the white skirt.

Instead, it was empty, with only two slender arms supporting the wheelchair. Her long silver hair fell like a waterfall, and a strand of bangs fell in front of her slightly lowered eyes.

And the dragon horns that protrude from the beautiful silver hair that are as if they are made of real silver are like stagnant silver-white lightning, or some kind of work of art carved from pure white jade.

The face of the girl with dragon horns should have been very beautiful, but the cracks that were broken and healed like porcelain destroyed all the beauty. From her cheeks to her neck, the cracks tore the smooth and tender skin, making it appear abrupt and weird.

The lively dance scene seemed to have nothing to do with her. Everyone deliberately didn't look at her, and even if they did, they would be quite malicious.

Hate, loathing, contempt.
"That bastard is here too."

"After all, she is considered a princess. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can such a filthy existence exist in the sacred bloodline?"

"That pair of corners is disgustingly ugly."

"Why don't you die? What's the point of living like this?"

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Westhead ignored the ridicule and curses of the people around him and looked at the silver-haired dragon girl with fiery eyes.

"The fourth princess Lesia."

Yuerda followed Westhead's steps and frowned when she saw this scene. "She has been imprisoned deep in the Holy Tree Palace all this time, but tonight she is here... That's right. According to the Holy Law, she can be present, but is it really necessary? Even if she is present, she will only bring shame upon herself."

Westhead: "Yurda, what do you think of her?"

Yuerda pondered for a moment and said, "If I follow the crowd, of course the word bastard is enough to describe her, but I feel that fate is so unfair to her."

The mutilated silver-haired dragon girl in the wheelchair is indeed the real imperial princess.

As the noblest member of the royal family, she is subject to such extreme hatred and contempt simply because in people's eyes, Lesia's existence is filthy and sinful.

Sixteen years ago, the imperial emperor Xina's concubine gave birth to an heir. A new heir is a good thing for any family with extraordinary bloodline, let alone the royal family. It is a joy that needs to be celebrated by the whole world.

However, this newly born princess has dragon horns.

In the Glory Holy Tree Empire, [Dragon] can be directly equated with [Devil]. This country was originally established by overthrowing the brutal enslavement of demon dragons. A royal family revered as the most sacred bloodline was actually born. Dragonborn, this is a huge irony!

The whole imperial capital was in a panic. The emperor's concubine was found to be a hidden dragon and was chopped into pieces by the angry royal guards.

The frightened emperor came to the Great Temple to plead guilty to the divine ancestor. However, the emperor knelt for three days and three nights, and finally received the oracle -

The new born princess wants to live.

The bastard who defiled the sacred blood must live, then who will pay for this stupid blasphemy?
The frightened lord of the empire chose to commit suicide to apologize.

The earthquake caused by this scandal is no less than that of the coup. No, the coup is not even comparable to it.

Anyone who has any connection with this matter, anyone suspected of being involved, anyone accused of being involved. Even the emperor has to die, so what privilege do the people below have to escape?
The bloody reckoning lasted for several months, and after the dust settled, when people tremblingly asked the Divine Ancestor for instructions on who would be the new emperor, [The Holy Tree of Glory] said not a word.

An empire with divine right to kingship would only have an empty throne if there was no divine ancestor to crown it.

However, the country cannot live without a king for a day. After discussion, it was decided that the eldest princess Serivella would temporarily serve as regent and perform the duties of the emperor.

until now.

Although everyone in the imperial capital knew that there was such a sin-blooded princess in the deep palace, no one would take the initiative to mention it. There was no such person in Quan Dang.

However, when Lesia actually appeared in front of them, people's disgust and hatred couldn't help but burst out.

The vicious taunts and curses were not deliberately lowered at all. The mutilated dragon girl sitting in the wheelchair could hear them clearly. However, she seemed to be used to it and took it calmly. She rowed her wheelchair with difficulty to a fountain and watched. With colorful flowers.

"Unhappy anger. Brother, there's nothing to see here, we should leave!!!"

Urda shook her head and was about to call Westhead, but was surprised to find that the latter had already walked directly towards Lesia.

(End of this chapter)