As expected, when dealing with this kind of pervert that normal people cannot understand, one cannot use strategies meant for normal people either.
Xin Hexue thought to himself.
The reasoning was sound, but the way he summarized it made it seem as though he had contacted many perverts and had extensive experience dealing with them.
…It seemed that wasn’t wrong either.
Some of his target characters, aside from looking human, indeed did not quite fit the definition of normal humans in the biosphere.
So much so that after meeting the Red King, no matter what outrageous things the other party did, Xin Hexue was already able to quickly calm his mind and think of countermeasures peacefully.
He knew how to stir their emotions, how to provoke these people’s desire for conquest, their love, and their lust.
Just like the current scene.
Xin Hexue’s eyelashes fluttered. He pretended to have calmed down again after seeing the blood, and his face was pale, as if feeling afraid.
He was certain the force he used just now was enough to make this wound deep enough to see bone. So he mercifully let go of Shamule’s bloodied left hand. Before releasing it, he didn’t forget to pull the dining knife out violently, making the wound gush blood.
The silver utensil fell onto the carpet with a “clang,” quietly dyeing the golden embroidery on it red.
Feast, wine, blood, glint of a blade.
And a cold, elegant beauty.
From any angle, this was a picture that engaged all of one’s senses.
The guests’ heartbeats seemed to stop for a moment. Fear made them feel a chill in the hot month of May, spreading from the soles of their feet to their limbs and bones.
Huowen stared at the silver dining knife on the carpet, then glanced at his own table in front of him, which was missing one set of tableware. His pupils constricted.
So it was premeditated when he flung off the cloak earlier.
After a moment of silence at the banquet, an uproar erupted instantly. Xin Hexue was half-pushed by attendants and nobles crowding forward to inquire about the injury, moving him away from the direction of the Red King.
These nobles and attendants had cold sweat on their foreheads, but they pressed forward with all their might, welcoming the physicians, passing medicine, handing over bandages, dressing the wound…
And intentionally or unintentionally pushing the perpetrator of the current situation outward.
They were providing cover for the Divine Envoy who had assassinated the Red King, helping them retreat.
“Your Majesty, please, please don’t move! You’re pulling on the wound, the blood is flowing more and more!”
“This is truly a disaster! May your health be unharmed!”
Someone took advantage of the chaos to pray in their heart: if they were sentenced to death by the Red King, perhaps seeing as they protected the Divine Envoy, it could prove their noble character. After death, their souls might also withstand the judgment of the Scales of Justice in the underworld, allowing them to go to eternal life…
For this, he would be willing to work diligently day after day in the fields for the god of fertility, Osiris, after attaining eternal life…
The surging crowd blocked the Red King’s view as he tried to look for Xin Hexue, and the exhilaration that had climbed to its peak was suddenly forcibly cut off. He swept his gaze over these nobles and sneered.
However, he had no mind to bother with these people now. He had someone more worthy of allocating his attention to.
The physician trembled as he treated the wound on his left palm, and Shamule calmly instructed a servant, “Go, deliver food to the Meret Palace.”
These foolish and ungrateful people weren’t eating dinner; could it be that his Ankh Ir should also go hungry like them?
He ordered a servant to pick up the silver dining knife. Shamule took it and played with it using his uninjured right hand. The gleaming blade was still stained with dripping blood.
It seemed a little had even splashed onto the Divine Envoy’s hand earlier, making the fingers that had been clenched white with effort appear even whiter.
When it stabbed towards him, the silver blade reflected those beautiful, snow-white brows, the space between furrowed with resolve.
Shamule’s heart felt even more itchy, as if something had taken a bite out of it.
……
Xin Hexue was escorted out of the banquet palace by the maid responsible for the Meret Palace and Huowen together. Also leaving with them was a woman in a long skirt who had been sitting next to Huowen earlier and had seen everything that happened in the palace.
Through Huowen’s introduction, he learned she was a maid from his household. Most of the guests at the banquet had attended with their own Ankh, but he, at his age, still did not have a beloved Ankh, so he had to have a maid from his household pretend to be one and attend.
Huowen said in a low voice, “Thank you, Divine Envoy, for stepping in to help resolve the situation.”
“Resolve the situation?” Xin Hexue tilted his head slightly at his words. “I wasn’t helping you with anything.”
Huowen obviously knew that Xin Hexue’s target from the beginning was Shamule. The timing just happened to coincide with when the Red King was about to order an investigation into his crime of presumptuously opening his eyes. But this matter could be viewed in two parts; after all, Huowen had indeed opened his eyes without permission when Xin Hexue approached the long table. “Regardless, thank you for saving my eyes tonight.”
As for whether the Pharaoh would later remember this episode, reopen old scores, and command a golden eagle to peck out this general’s eyeballs, no one could predict.
Being a minister beside an unpredictable tyrant was even more terrifying than accompanying a lion.
Huowen walked with his head lowered, saying, “Divine Envoy, for the sake of your precious life, please do not do such things in the future. Once the Lord gets angry, he will…”
He was advising Xin Hexue when he noticed the young man beside him stop walking.
“Who is that?”
Xin Hexue stopped in place and asked.
Huowen followed his line of sight and saw a faint shadow that had just dodged behind a stone pillar in the corridor. He subconsciously lowered his posture and walked towards the suspicious figure.
“Divine Envoy, please stand behind me.”
With the speed of lightning, he dragged the shadow hiding behind the stone pillar out. When the wall lamp illuminated the person’s face, Huowen abruptly let go. “Prince Tisis…”
Then he bowed and apologized. “I am truly sorry. Please forgive my rudeness.”
It was a boy with short hair tied into small braids with gold rings, looking only six or seven years old.
Xin Hexue heard how Huowen addressed the boy. It was this “Prince Tisis” who had been hiding behind the pillar and peeking at him.
Tisis, who was caught in the act of peeping, glanced at Xin Hexue somewhat guiltily. But when Huowen asked, “Your Highness, why are you here?”
He then straightened his back with apparent righteousness. “General Huowen, you are merely a subject. You have no right to inquire about the whereabouts of the royal family.”
Huowen bowed his head. Towards the royal family of Lower Egypt, he always displayed an extremely humble attitude. “Yes, I have overstepped, Prince Tisis.”
Tisis didn’t bother with him further. He sneaked a glance at Xin Hexue again, cleared his throat, and instead asked Huowen, “Is the Pharaoh going to die?”
Huowen was so horrified he forgot protocol. He abruptly covered Tisis’s mouth. “Shh! Prince Tisis, such words cannot be said!”
“Mmph mmph…!” Tisis struggled wildly. After Huowen finally reacted and let go, he stood there breathing heavily. “I was almost suffocated by you!”
Huowen apologized again.
“S-sorry, Prince Tisis!”
Tisis snorted through his nose. But the next moment, perhaps feeling his previous behavior had completely lost royal dignity, he peeked at Xin Hexue again. Fortunately, he didn’t see any look of contempt on the young man’s face. Tisis slowly shuffled his steps and carefully took hold of the corner of the other party’s cloak. “I saw everything earlier. You are a hero.”
He looked up at Xin Hexue, his eyes practically starting to sparkle. “You are the first person I’ve ever seen who isn’t afraid of my elder brother.”
‘This was the Red King’s younger brother?’
Although Xin Hexue had this guess, he was still somewhat surprised to hear the other party refer to the Red King as elder brother.
If his memory of the plot was not mistaken, when Upper and Lower Egypt split, the mother of the Red and White Kings, while fleeing to Lower Egypt to establish a new regime, only brought the Red King, one child. So the one before him could only be the Red King’s half-brother.
But calling someone who assassinated one’s elder brother in the great hall a hero…
The relationship between these two brothers was probably not very harmonious.
Huowen didn’t dare let Tisis get too close to Xin Hexue. Now the Divine Envoy was the Pharaoh’s Ankh Ir. If the Pharaoh found out, added to the fact that the Pharaoh already disliked Tisis…
Tisis, who was picked up and carried away without further discussion, slapped Huowen’s back and kicked his legs in protest. “Uncle, put me down!”
Huowen turned a deaf ear, only bidding farewell to Xin Hexue. “Divine Envoy, I am very sorry. Prince Tisis and I have some matters to attend to, I’m afraid we must take our leave first.”
Xin Hexue didn’t mind. “It’s fine.”
He tilted his head slightly, looked at the boy who had been staring at him with burning intensity, and smiled lightly. “Good night, Prince Tisis.”
The night sky of Shemti was full of stars. Insects chirped among the jasmine bushes, and the wind carried the fragrance of blue lotuses from the distant river.
The moonlight illuminated the gentle face favored by the gods.
Tisis instantly quieted down. He leaned on Huowen’s shoulder, displaying unprecedented politeness and obedience. “G-good night!”
“Please take the Divine Envoy back to the Meret Palace.”
Before leaving, Huowen instructed the maid beside Xin Hexue.
“So that is the rumored Divine Envoy…”
From a distance, Xin Hexue heard the wind carrying Tisis’s inquiry. Huowen turned his head to explain something to Tisis, but as they walked further away, Xin Hexue could no longer hear the conversation.
……
A “clang” sound rang out.
The silver dining knife fell to the ground without any warning. The maidservant was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, replacing the tableware for the Pharaoh with a new set before going to pick up the knife from the floor.
The Vizier sat across the long table. After discussing political matters all afternoon, he was asked to stay for dinner…an honor reserved for capable ministers.
Of course, he knew that after dinner, there was an even more important matter: he had to persuade the young royal who had started to go crazy after his “Mother Goddess” disappeared on behalf of Rahotep.
He had heard that Prince Anubis had been locked in a bronze cage again to prevent him from recklessly charging and killing other servants in the palace.
Now, even the scribe who usually taught etiquette could not approach him.
The Vizier raised his eyes and looked across the table with some concern. “Pharaoh, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Rahotep frowned. He tightly clenched his left hand, which had unintentionally knocked the knife over, and only then did he focus on looking at his palm. The spreading, intense pain caused a physiological cold sweat to break out across his forehead.
At the same time, a sense of happiness completely not in line with his temperament and the current situation quietly arose.
Rahotep could not understand his twin brother eight hundred kilometers away.
What on earth was wrong with Shamule…
After stabbing through his own left hand with a knife, he actually got an erection?
