The palace lady looks at her master in shock. This is the first time in her memory that the master is so disoriented.
Who is that Kongbao ...?
She recalls recording the two people in the tablet, and unconsciously lights a candle for them in her heart. No matter who it is, being resented by His Royal Highness is worse than death.
...
Kong Wuying is walking on the road with Kongbao at this moment, and the search through the city by the guards, both of them changed their costumes again.
Kongbao proposes, "Master, don't you want to see Yeying? I'll go with you." No matter what you do, it's really nice to be with you, master.
"I'm not in the mood,” Kong Wuying sighs, lethargic.
This Yeying trip was really uncomfortable. He knew so much now, but he didn’t ever want to know the truth in the first place.
Ugh...
Kong Wuying looks around, and the city is full of people who scold him.
"I heard the two quack doctors have killed thousands!"
"The princess, as gentle and noble as she is, how could they dare to kill her?"
"The two should be spies from other countries!"
"Absolutely! Otherwise, how could such a despondent thing be done?"
"Not only the princess? Now even His Highness Kong San ... the Ruthless Realm is over, it is over."
Kong Wuying’s footsteps stop. "Kong - uh, His Highness also ... what happened?"
A man laments, "In the latest news, the two evildoers went to the Shuangfeng Desert in order to escape His Royal Highness' pursuit. His Royal Highness and his men are caught in the vortex storm in the desert. How wicked!" In the end, his voice is fierce!
Kong Wuying doubts it. "It's just a rumor. Being the master of a realm like this, how could it be possible for a few evildoers to harm him?" Kong Wuying and Kongbao are still here, how could there be news of the Shuangfeng Desert?
"This is the news that the whole city knows now! His Royal Highness's affection for the princess is really so much that there is no limit to the mountains and the sea." When the man finishes speaking, he shakes his head and leaves with worry.
Kong Wuying sends Kongbao to inquire about it. After a while, Kongbao comes back with a blank expression. "I asked several people and they said they never heard of it. Master, it must be just a rumor."
Kong Wuying: "..."
Kongbao: "... Master, why do you look at me like this? Do I have something on my face?"
"Be honest, do you know?"
"... Of course, I have nothing else to say to the master!"
Kong Wuying is finally angry enough to snap. "You’re as honest as a ghost! I asked a few people just now, and the answer I got was different from you!"
Kongbao: "..."
Kong Wuying tsks. "Let's go." He didn't expect that the third child would be so affectionate.
Kongbao says, "Master, in fact ... Kong San was very good, very capable and very opinionated since he was a kid. He will definitely consider everything even when making the smallest of decisions. It will not be easy to take him out, so let's wait for a while, maybe he’ll rescue himself!"
He’s sitting in a dark place at this moment, and the butter-thick candle with a thin flame flickers, putting off only a faint light. He tries to shift around but suddenly finds that his hands and feet are shackled by chains.
Behind him is a thick pillar. He seems to be locked to it.
What happened?
Kong Wuying frowns. Wasn't he waiting for the baby just now? Thinking of Kongbao, he subconsciously squeezes the jade in his hand, but finds that both hands are empty.
"What are you looking for?" someone asks coldly.
This familiar voice ...
Kong Wuying watches a shocking figure step out of the shadows, his eyes filled with hatred. It’s actually the third child who has been rumored to be caught in the whirlpool!
How did the third child appear here? Why is he looking at Kong Wuying with that expression?
Oh, right, Kong Wuying is still the murderer who killed Kong San’s beloved wife, this shouldn’t be so surprising.
Kong San tsks. "What are you thinking, father?" He is not without sarcasm.
Kong Wuying freezes.
Kong San ... actually knows.
Kong Wuying quickly calms himself down. “What is this?" Why do this?
"What do you mean?" Kong San stretches out his hand to grab Kong Wuying’s chin. "You mean ... what am I going to do to the person I hate the most?"
Feeling the intensity of the grip coming from his chin, Kong Wuying frowns. "You hate me ... because you ... your wife?"
Because she always sees Kong San as Kong Wuying’s substitute?
Upon hearing this, Kong San actually laughs. "You say Xiaoxi? It's nothing to do with her, she is just an episode. Before you met her even, you were the person I hated most in my life!" He glares at Kong Wuying. "Because you killed my parents!"
Kong Wuying is really stunned. "Parents?"
Kong San shows a complex smile, bitter. "I just want to ask you, why don't you have a son by yourself? Why do you want to pick up your sons? In that year, you successively accepted Kong Yi, Kong Er. Those in the family were panicked, you must have known that if they rose to the throne my family would have been over. But if I was chosen too ... if my parents were dead ... so they killed my parents!”
Kong San sneers. "They thought I was young and didn't know anything, but I just didn't tell them. Later, I grew up, and got the right to end them all one by one. But what I hate most is you. The origin of all tragedies is you! It is you that made me lose my parents! However, it is ridiculous that I have to please you, because only you can give me the right to avenge them!"
Kong San smiles wildly. "This kind of me is so ridiculous! Do you know how disgusting I feel every time I see your unruly concern for me? You ... disgust me!"
Kong San’s grip on Kong Wuying’s face gets tighter and more painful, until Kong San finally just lowers his head and kisses Kong Wuying fiercely.
A Kong Wuying being foolishly kissed ...
Makes you sick? Hate it? That's how you treat ... Do you hate people you hate?
Kong Wuying struggles, wrenching himself away. “I, your father, am not someone you can treat like this!"
Kong San sneers. "Don't you want to tell me things like the difference in power is like heaven and earth?"
"No, what I mean is ... our IQ."
Kong San: “...”