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Chapter 8 Inequality is seconds away

When he turned around, he saw Urda staring at him. Her expression made Westhead suspect that the girl had a grenade in her mouth, and the next second she pounced on him and exploded with him.

"Brother. Explain."

The girl, who had been silent all the way, looked at Westhead with resentment until now.

"I can't believe it. What did you do?"

Yuerda gnashed her teeth and said, "Because of your reckless behavior, you have caused the dislike of the nobles of the entire imperial capital, and the aid that could have brought the family back to life has also fallen through. Brother, do you really have the Qinghui family in your heart?"

How not? Of course!
Traveling to this world that made him think about it day and night, and blending with the original soul of Lord Qinghui, Westhead fully accepted his current identity.

Not to mention the Sword of Damocles of Chaos Corruption hanging above his head, Westhead himself also wants to dig out and sublimate the Holy Spirit blood of the [Prosperity Branch]. For this reason, the Qinghui Territory must be recovered, and the family will be revived as a result. .

Westhead: "What are you talking about? Aren't I trying to revitalize the family?"

Urda sneered and said, "Forgive me for being blind, I didn't see any actual actions by my brother."

"Yes, I will go to the Holy Tree Palace to find Lesia tomorrow."

Urda finally couldn't help it anymore and grabbed Westhead's shoulders: "Brother! Are you still stubborn?!"

The girl's purple eyes were full of anger: "What's so good about that bastard?! Don't go see her again!"

"Yurda! You have crossed the line!"

Westhead shouted in a deep voice, shook off the white-blond girl, and stared at the clan girl with a stern attitude he had never seen before:

"who am I?"

He is emphasizing his identity.

The girl who was as elegant and cool as a fairy also understood what Westhead meant. After a moment of hesitation, she knelt down on one knee to the man and said slowly:
".You are Lord Qinghui, the [Branch of Prosperity] of the Empire, the head of the Bright Forest clan, and the brother to whom I am loyal."

Urda, who attaches great importance to family tradition and honor, will not disobey her family leader.

Westhead: "Then you think you can dictate the family leader's decision?"

Yuerda replied without even looking up: "I dare not, but as a member of the family, I have the responsibility and obligation to advise you. And when my brother does something that obviously harms the interests of the family, please forgive my disrespect. Everything is for Qinghui."

"I reserve the right to advise and correct me, but until I am proven wrong, you should do your duty."

The blonde girl bit her lower lip and said after a while, "Yes, but could you please, the wise and powerful master of the family, explain to me, an ignorant and stupid person, how you plan to revive the family?"

You still have emotions.

If you dare to blame me now, I can’t even think of what you want to do in the future!

Westhead sighed, there was nothing he could do, who could call Yolda his sister, the most trustworthy confidant in the world?

He changed his attitude and reassured:

"You don't understand my actions, only because there is a huge information gap between you and me. Yulda, do you really think that Reshia is rejected by the [Holy Tree of Glory]?"

It’s such a miserable situation, what are you asking about that everyone knows?
Urda raised her eyebrows in confusion and said:

"Brother, don't you know that the fourth princess's disability was caused by the punishment sent down by the ancestor of the gods?"

The horrific injuries on Lesia's body were not actually due to abuse by others - after all, she was still the princess of the empire, although anyone could step on her and bully her a few times.

But the most it could do was pull one's hair out and slap someone in the face. Under the holy law, no one dared to cause serious injury.

Those irreparable imperfections were all taken away by divine punishment.

In addition to the defects and scars on the surface, there are many defects inside the body that cannot be seen at all. The internal organs have probably been hollowed out long ago.

The only reason why Reshia is still alive is that the divine power infused by the [Holy Tree of Glory] is keeping her alive, just like deliberately torturing her. A simple dragonborn is not something that everyone would be so jealous of, it's just a stain at best. But a dragonborn who is despised by the God Ancestor. That element is already as dirty as it can be.

"God's punishment ≠ hate the other party."

Westhead smiled and said, "Mortals always use their own cognition to speculate about gods, but the supreme gods are so casual that it is scary. How can you tell the good and evil intentions of gods?"

"Perhaps [The Holy Tree of Glory] doesn't hate Lesia at all, but loves her beyond measure?"

"pat-"

The exquisitely crafted wheelchair was roughly thrown onto the courtyard in front of the palace, and Lesia also fell to the hard floor.

"Bastard! Go back to where you belong!"

The royal guard who pushed her over said in disgust, as if she had come into contact with something extremely dirty, wiped his hands over and over again with a handkerchief, and left without looking back.

Without saying a word, Lesia crawled hard on the floor paved with marble tiles, slowly moved to the wheelchair, then struggled to stand the wheelchair up, and then climbed up.

It took Lecia a long time to complete this action that ordinary people could easily do.

Lesia wiped the sweat off her forehead. There was no trace of resentment on the silver-haired girl's face. She had long been accustomed to this kind of treatment.

Even compared to the more dark ways to make things difficult, the military style of the Royal Guards appears to be upright.

Swinging the wheelchair into the palace, this is the depth of the Holy Tree Palace. Compared with other palaces, the difference is not big, but from the inside to the outside, there are no standard flowers and green leaves of the Holy Tree Palace. It is surrounded by cold palace walls. Just like a gorgeous cage.

Beings rejected by the [Supreme Holy Tree] are not qualified to see the flowers and green leaves.

There are not even servants, only a few minimally constructed golems are retained to take care of the palace and prevent filthy corners from appearing in the Holy Tree Palace.

Lesia entered this prison-like palace. The silence around her made her a little uncomfortable for a moment, but then the silver-haired girl burst into self-deprecating laughter.

"What am I being pretentious about? It's obviously been this way all along."

Yes, because no one wants to get close, so they are all alone.

But the liveliness and warmth in the square just now still make Lesia unforgettable.

Lesia recalled the feeling of dancing with Westhead over and over again.

That handsome face, those warm and sincere eyes, those confident and gentle words, that citrus-scented breath, and the warmth of being close together.

Lesia couldn't help but touch her cheek, feeling that the temperature of her body was rising.

A kind of throbbing that has never happened before continues to rise in my heart along with the memories, like a fleeting electric current, bringing long-lasting memories.

The silver-haired girl chewed on Westhead's words before parting, and unexpectedly had thoughts that she shouldn't have.

"Will Lord Qinghui really come again?"

Don't hold out hope, don't look forward to tomorrow. This world has never been kind to you. All fantasies about the future will betray you. Although I have already understood this truth, I still can't suppress my desire.

"Lord Qinghui is just a strange but kind person. He invited me out of a momentary compassion. There is nothing else. We will hardly see each other again in the future."

Lesia said to herself, as if she was trying to convince herself.

She ignored Westhead's unabashed closeness. Although the oath had been tested by the divine ancestor and was extremely credible, Lesia could not believe it from the bottom of her heart.

It was already a miracle that he had any kindness towards himself. He would never do such a thing as liking a hybrid monster that was despised by the God-Ancestor and brought filth to the empire, even in his dreams.

"Even if Lord Qinghui really wants to, he has to succumb to other pressures. After all, he is the head of a family, so... don't even think about it!"

(End of this chapter)