Chapter 150 Chapter 150 The rest of my life full of bloody violence

"It's not like you at all," I said frankly. "I don't want to wear it like that either." He straightened the gown and pulled up the sleeves to reveal the intricate embroidery on it, and the slits at the bottom of the sleeves to show off the rich fabric of the sleeves.He patted the feather cap to puff it up, and set it on his pale hair.The hat ranged in color from the deepest indigo to the lightest sky blue, and the Fool's face stood out through the hues like an egg peeled off its shell. "Jesters are out of fashion." I slowly sat up on the bed. "Regal dressed you like this?" I said feebly.

"It's hard for him to think of it. He gave him the clothes, but I put them on myself. If the Fool is out of fashion, how humble the Fool's valet must be." "What about King Shrewd? Is he out of fashion too?" I asked tartly. "It's no longer appropriate to be overly concerned about King Shrewd," he answered me.He jumped up and down happily, then stopped and stood solemnly, as if wanting to match the new clothes on his body, he walked around the room. "I'm sitting at the Prince's table tonight, and I'm going to have to show a lot of gaiety and wit at all times. Do you think I can manage that?"

"Much better than me." I replied sourly. "Don't you care that Verity is dead?" "Don't you care that the flowers bloom in the summer sun?" "It's winter outside, Fool." "Both of these things are true, believe me." The Fool suddenly stood firm. "I've come to ask you to do me one thing, if you believe it." "I trust you to ask me for help as easily as to help you. Tell me, what's the matter?" "Don't kill the king for your own ambition." I looked at him in horror. "I will never kill the king! How dare you say that!"

"Oh, I'm so bold these days." He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, frightened me by his fine clothes and unfamiliar posture, he looked like there were other creatures inhabiting his body It looked like a bird, and a creature I knew nothing about. "Even if the king killed your mother, you won't take revenge?" A horrible feeling of nausea rose in his body. "What the hell are you trying to tell me?" I whispered. The Fool twirled at my pained tone. "No, no! You have completely misunderstood me!" His tone of sincerity made me see my friend again immediately. "But," he said, in a tone that bordered on cunning, "if you believe the king killed your mother who cherished you, loved you, and doted on you. If the king kills her, take her from you forever Don't you think you'd kill him if you killed her?"

I didn't notice it for a long time, and it took me a while to understand what he meant.I know Regal believes his mother was poisoned, and I know that's one of the reasons why he hates me and Lady Thyme, and I know that he believes we did the killing. But according to the king's order, these accusations were not true, and it was in fact the Queen of Desire who poisoned herself to death.Regal's mother had always been overindulged in alcohol and those herbs that would make her forget her worries for a while, indulging in those pastimes to escape reality when she believed she had a right to power and status but couldn't.Shrewd tried several times to stop her, even asking Chade for herbs and potions to stop her addiction, but to no avail.The Queen of Desire was indeed poisoned to death, but she died at the hands of her self-inflicted drug concoction. This is a fact I have always known.But I understood this, but I ignored the kind of hatred that would be brewed in the heart of a pampered son who suddenly lost his mother.

Will Emperor Zun go on a killing spree for this matter?Of course he will.Did he intend to bring the Six Duchies to the brink of destruction in order to execute this act of vengeance?why not?He has never cared about the coastal principality, but the inland principality, which has always been more loyal to his mother who was born in the inland, is what he wants.If Queen Lust does not marry King Shrewd, she will remain Duchess of Farrow. Sometimes when she is addicted to alcohol and drugs, she grimly clamors that if she is still a duchess, she can use more power to persuade the duchies of Faro and Tyrs to merge into one, and let her queen rule , and then broke away from the Confederation of the Six Principalities.Galen, the Skill Master, is the illegitimate son of the Queen of Desire herself. Galen instigates Regal's hatred, and also makes his own hatred rise.Was his hatred enough to subvert his own Skill Group in order to avenge Regal's death?It was an astonishing act of treason on my part, and yet I found myself accepting the idea.He does.Hundreds of people were massacred, innocent people were smelted, women were raped, children were left alone, and entire villages were wiped out for a prince's imaginary injustice.It does freak me out, but it makes sense.As tight as the lid to the coffin, his motives do fit the facts.

"I thought the current Duke of Los might be concerned about his health," I said thoughtfully. "He shared his sister's love of wine and drugs, and the constant supply of these two things made him care less about other things. I really doubt he will live a long time." "Perhaps King Shrewd will live longer?" I asked cautiously. A look of pain came over the Fool's face. "I'm afraid his days are numbered," he said quietly, "but the days he has left may be better off than a life filled with blood and violence." "You think it's going to turn out that way?"

"Who knows what's going to come out of the hot pot?" He walked suddenly to my door and put his hand on the latch. "That's what I'm asking of you," he said quietly. "Abandon those whirling thoughts in your head, Mr. Fool, and let things settle down." "I can not." He put his forehead against the door, which was the least Foolish thing to do. "Then, you will cause the king's death." His low tone was full of sorrow. "You know... what I am, I've told you why I came here, and one thing I'm sure of is that the end of the Farsighted line is one of many turning points. Kettricken is pregnant with the heir to the throne, and Therefore, to continue the incense, that is what the situation requires. Can't an old man die peacefully?"

"Regal will not let an heir to the throne be born," I said frankly, and even the Fool's eyes widened to my bluntness. "That child cannot rule without the hand of a king, whether that king is Shrewd or Verity. You don't believe Verity's death, and you say so, and you put Kettricken through the torture of believing it? Do you have the heart to let the Six Principalities be ruined in blood like this? If the throne is nothing more than a broken chair in the burned hall, what good is it for the heir to the throne of the Zhanyuan family?"