Chapter 110
When I first realized that the only people in the world who could use the Zhu surname were those with imperial blood, I was stunned.
Sima, a Zhu Yuan Yuan.
She, too, wore the Zhu surname.
Thinking of her, I couldn’t bring myself to tell the princess that she was like her aunt, that she was the leader of an apostate cult, a wicked man who could raise dozens or hundreds of corpses, restore the power of sight, and manipulate them at will.
Perhaps it would scar the princess, and it would be a stain on the imperial family.
Now that she thought of it again, she could see a vague resemblance to Zhu Yingyong.
“You can’t kill me. No one. Not the heavenly horses, not the blood horses. Not even you. ”
I remembered that she had mentioned another horse.
“Do you think this will be the end.”
I remembered what she had said about the never-ending darkness.
“The spontaneous bloodshed you saw in your previous life will happen. Because of that madman, Tojin. Ho ho ho.”
Shima hadn’t stopped talking, even as her body was being torn to shreds. The words that had been dismissed as her ramblings at the time flew by.
“Someone will come along who will be no match for me, blood horse, and you’ll regret it, and before you know it, I’ll be in control.”
Shima’s words flashed through my mind like a flashlight. Heavenly horses, and the blood horses she spoke of.
“……?”
None of the names were out of the ordinary. Here was someone who was no match for Shima.
“……?”
