World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 395 - 211: Zhi Ning, goodbye! Arch-enemy who killed my father (important, must-see)_2

Chapter 395: 211: Zhi Ning, goodbye! Arch-enemy who killed my father (important, must-see)_2

Ever since then, whenever Ji Min saw Zhi Yan, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, but when he saw Zhi Ning, he’d still bare his teeth and brandish his claws, not daring to truly bully her.

Despite that, Zhi Ning still managed to rally the other kids in the class to ostracize Zhi Yan, because Zhi Yan had a subdued nature and was exceedingly beautiful, so she had always been somewhat distant from everyone else.

But Zhi Yan didn’t seem to care and kept trying to take care of Zhi Ning.

Every time she looked at Zhi Ning, her gaze was like today’s, as if she was looking at a child.

"What are you planning to do?" Zhi Yan asked.

"Run away," said the Commandery Princess Zhi Ning. "Give birth to the child, then find a good family to foster him."

"You don’t plan on raising him yourself?" asked Zhi Yan.

"If I keep him by my side, he won’t survive," Zhi Ning replied. "My brother will certainly kill him."

Zhi Yan asked, "Where are you planning to run to?"

Zhi Ning thought for a moment and then said, "I’ll run to the Yanjing Divine Dragon Sanctuary and seek refuge with Priest Mo Luo. Do you think that’s a good plan?"

Priest Mo Luo was the chief instructor of the royal offspring from the five countries at the time, with a very elevated status in the Holy Temple.

"That could work, he is very protective," said Zhi Yan. "I’ll take you to Mentor Byron and then he can personally take you to Yanjing."

"Okay..." said Zhi Ning, then hesitated slightly before asking, "Sister, did you see His Highness Prince Ji Min before you came back?"

"Yes, I did," Zhi Yan said.

"How is he?" asked Zhi Ning.

"Still the same, jumping around like a monkey, as timid as a mosquito," Zhi Yan replied.

"Pfft..." Hearing this description, Zhi Ning couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

In her memory, Prince Ji Min of the Flame Empire had always been an oddity, as if he had ADHD, never able to sit still and always restless. Not only was he a chatterbox, babbling on and on about anything, but he was also fairly good-looking, yet his personality was as skittish as a lady’s, startled by every little thing.

Zhi Yan took Zhi Ning to the Zhi Du Divine Dragon Temple and went straight to Grand Mage Byron’s door, telling him everything.

Grand Mage Byron exclaimed in astonishment, "You, you’re bearing Suo Lun’s child?"

Zhi Ning admitted with shame, "Yes, teacher."

Grand Mage Byron said, "You want me to take you to Yanjing to have the child?"

Zhi Ning knelt down on both knees and pleaded, "Teacher, please, my brother will surely kill this child."

Grand Mage Byron said excitedly, "Good, that’s great..."

Suddenly, Zhi Ning was taken aback. What was so good about this?

Grand Mage Byron said, "Suo Lun possesses incomparable artistic talent, and you are not bad either. But both of you are absorbed in struggles for power, wasting your great artistic gifts. Since the child you’ll have is illegitimate, it would be perfect to foster him in the Holy Temple; I will personally instruct him and ensure he becomes the greatest artist of the Divine Dragon Temple."

Uh!

In an instant, Zhi Ning was at a loss for words; Grand Mage Byron’s mind was just too unpredictable.

"Let’s go; I will take you to Yanjing right now and arrange for a team of Holy Knights to escort you," Byron said. "Zhi Li, no matter how audacious, wouldn’t dare to attack a group from the Divine Dragon Temple."

Grand Mage Byron was very decisive in his actions; after taking leave from the Grand Priest in Red Robes of the Zhi Du Sanctuary, he immediately set out with a troop of Holy Knights back to the Yanjing Holy Temple, claiming it was to prepare for next year’s Divine Dragon Offering Ceremony performances.

Before leaving, Zhi Yan asked, "Zhi Ning, won’t you see Suo Lun one last time?"

Zhi Ning shook her head and said, "From now on, there will be no ties between him and me; this child is the end of our ill-fated relationship."

Then, Zhi Ning followed Grand Mage Byron, under the protection of the Holy Knights, and headed north to the Flame Empire.

...

Inside the royal palace.

King Zibian’s mind was quite clear, though half of his body was still paralyzed, but there was no trace of dismay on his face, rather he was eagerly recounting his past adventures with Suo Long.

"You know, Zhi Lan was the people’s choice back then, and I had two outstanding older brothers above me, leaving me with no hope of inheriting the throne," King Quo Bian said. "That’s why I didn’t study at the Yanjing Divine Dragon Sanctuary, but attended the Royal City Academy instead, where your father, Gui Xingfu, was my classmate."

"Your father was highly skilled in martial arts and exceedingly fair, respected by everyone in the class who looked up to him. You know how I’ve always been capricious and sensitive, so I envied your father’s bright and just nature, and thus I asked my father to request your father to become my retainer, which he agreed to."

"After graduating from the Royal City Academy, since I had no prospects of inheriting the throne, I left the Royal City to travel the world. At that time, your father was merely the Tian Shui Princely Heir, with your grandfather still reigning. So both of us had nothing to do and roamed everywhere. My martial arts were poor, but I had Gao Yu by my side, and because your father was a great martial artist, we’d been all over, traveling through the entire Human Kingdom and many overseas places. Except for the Barbarian Domain where we dared not venture deeply, we really went everywhere."

"I was quite lecherous back then, sleeping wherever I went, with all kinds of women. Honestly, if not for the fact that the women of the Barbarian Tribes looked too strange and were hard to court, I would have slept with them too. But your father was an old-fashioned guy, seemingly devoted to a life of chastity for his future wife even at a young age. Although one day, I managed to trick him."

As the memories came flooding back, King Quo Bian couldn’t help but laugh heartily, laughing so hard that he couldn’t stop coughing.