Death Sutra

Chapter 845 - A Story

Chapter 845: A Story

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Duodun might be the only living relative that you have left,” the Second Consort said gently. She knew that this wouldn’t work, but she still stubbornly tried to use this method to reduce the Dragon King’s ruthlessness.

It indeed didn’t work. Head down, Gu Shenwei was checking the two pieces of worn underwear.

This kind of underwear was very common and the color of certain parts of them had faded, but the pattern of two mandarin ducks playing in a pond was still very clear on each one. Below each of the patterns, there was a line where the birth date was embroidered into the cloth.

“These are in the Central Plainsmen’s style.” The Second Consort was somewhat anxious, and she started explaining before the Dragon King had asked. “You can find someone who knows about this kind of thing and ask them about it. These two pieces of underwear haven’t been altered at all. If my speculation is right, then you will find the two dates very interesting, Dragon King.”

Of course Gu Shenwei was interested. The two birth dates were exactly the birth dates of his sister and him.

“This is your evidence?” Gu Shenwei returned the underwear to the Second Consort.

The Second Consort carefully took them back. “Are the dates wrong?”

“People born on the same date are very common.”

“First of all, there’s no way I could get underwear with the specific birth dates of you and your elder sister. Second, it’s very difficult to find two Central Plains underwear, still less two with dates embroidered on them. Anyway, believe it or not - it’s up to you.”

“Talk.” After a while, Gu Shenwei said this.

“About what?”

“The story you made up.”

“This is not a story.”

“Whatever.”

The Second Consort smiled. Whether the Dragon King had been tempted or not couldn’t be judged by only his words. The Dragon King had told her to “talk” - this was a good sign. “It was Duodun’s elder sister who gave me these two pairs of Central Plains underwear before she died.”

The Second Consort paused for a while in order to give the Dragon King some time to digest this information. “Duodun’s elder sister was naturally the old Khan’s daughter. She was about the same age as me, and her personality was also somewhat similar to mine. We were close friends to some extent. She said that she had once had an affair with a man from the Central Plains, given birth to a boy and a girl, and that if someone from the Gu family ever asked me some day, I could give them these two pairs of underwear as proof.”

That was all. The Second Consort had deliberately told the story in a simple way, and waited for the Dragon King to ask questions.

Gu Shenwei saw through what she was trying to do, but he had no choice but to ask, “Did the old Khan’s daughter fall in love with a guard from the Central Plains?”

“She said that she had an affair with a man from the Central Plains, and then she paused for a while before talking about ‘someone from the Gu family.’ However, she didn’t say that the surname of that man from the Central Plains was also Gu, so you can just…”

“Just make up another story? Like I’m a bastard son of some royal member of the Central Plains?”

The Second Consort let out two laughs, realizing that she had been too hasty. “Let’s put the story aside and talk about some facts. Duodun’s elder sister - she was the Khan’s daughter, but do you know how many daughters the old Khan had? At least fifty. Even the old Khan himself didn’t know the exact number. Mengli - this was Duodun’s elder sister’s name - like all her sisters, had never been the Khan’s favored child. You can’t blame her though - the old Khan was not interested in any woman that he couldn’t sleep with. So, Mengli could enjoy freedom to the fullest. Unlike me - there was always someone watching me.”

“But she was still the Khan’s daughter.”

“Let me finish.” The Second Consort sat down cross-legged on a felt blanket, and propped her right hand on a small table. She stared emptily at the entrance of the tent, reaching back into her past memories. “Mengli told me that she constantly made excuses to go back to her maternal grandmother’s, but that she was actually using that time to have secret meetings with her lover - nobody cared about her anyway, and nobody would ask her. There were also two occasions when she stayed at her ‘maternal grandmother’s’ home for a very long time - it was because she had to give birth to her two children.”

“And then what?”

“And then, the kids couldn’t stay in the Royal Court. So, Mengli had no choice but to suppress her pain and agree to let her lover send her children to the Central Plains. I remember very well that the word she said was ‘send’, not ‘take.’”

Once again, the Second Consort was trying to insinuate that the Dragon King’s father might not be Gu Lun. However, this attempt only sharpened Gu Shenwei’s mind. “Have you finished telling your story?”

“Yes. But it’s not a story.”

“Except for these two pairs of underwear, everything else came from your mouth. Second Consort, you’re a good storyteller, and you’ve told me a lot of stories. To be honest, I don’t believe you.”

“Of course.” The Second Consort wasn’t annoyed. “I didn’t tell you the truth in the beginning - and that was my mistake. I once tried to pretend to be your mother - that was an even worse mistake. But I mean no harm. You can ask Duodun - I’ve always insisted on allying with you. I just hoped to slightly attenuate your strength and… pride.”

There was no need for Gu Shenwei to ask anyone. Shangguan Ru had already asked the green-faced assassin, Qian Ying, about the Second Consort’s true plans in detail, and had thus learned about it all in detail - indeed, she had intended to humiliate Shulitu in public so as to weaken the Dragon King’s strength. But she did insist on allying with him, and she even scolded Duodun because of this issue.

“You’re the old Khan’s grandson and half a Norlander, Dragon King. I suspect that the old Khan also knew something about this, and that was why he trusted you. He arranged that slave girl for you probably because he wanted to acknowledge that you’re a Norlander, but he also didn’t want you to show too much partiality to Duodun.”

The Second Consort’s speculation about the old Khan’s intentions had always proved to be very accurate, but Gu Shenwei had had enough of it. “Maybe you’re telling the truth. Here’s my answer: I can’t save Duodun even if all of your words are true. Allowing him to end his life was an order from Shulitu who’s also the future Khan. They’re both descendants of the old Khan, and the relationship between them is even closer than the one between me and him.”

“Shulitu still has tens of thousands of relatives, but you have only one left, Dragon King.” The Second Consort was clutching at straws by now.

“I don’t.” Gu Shenwei shook his head. “All my relatives are dead. They were killed and burnt to ashes by Golden Roc Castle.”

The Dragon King’s voice was calm and slow, but was also mingled with extreme cruelty and ruthlessness. It suddenly dawned on the Second Consort that all her previous efforts had been in vain.

Maybe this was an ending she had already foreseen before she came here, but if she didn’t try, her heart would never be at peace for the rest of her life, “So this is how it’s going to be?”

“This is the only way it can be.”

The Second Consort remained silent for quite a long time. He didn’t knew whether she was trying to convince herself to accept the truth before her, or if she were trying to find some other reasons to persuade him with. But when she finally spoke again, her voice sounded very tired. “Then I have only one last request - let me meet Duodun.”

“All right.” Gu Shenwei stood up, ready to see her out. “So far, I hold no grudges against any Norlander.”

The Second Consort also stood up, forcing a smile onto her face. “You don’t have to worry about me, Dragon King. The Norlanders’ revenge is only about strength. I don’t have that strength, so I naturally won’t try to seek revenge. That’s not even mentioning that this is a competition for the throne during which there are only losers and a single winner. There’s no hatred or love.”

The Second Consort raised her head up and sighed deeply, and then she turned and said to the Dragon King, “But I still want to say this - the throne is bullsh*t, and anyone who manages to sit on it will be damned. I regret having ever encouraged Duodun to get involved in this.”

Gu Shenwei didn’t say anything in response. He was on the winning side, so there was no need for him to make any sentimental remarks, much less complain.

The Second Consort was walking towards the entrance when something occurred to her. She turned around and said, “About the Naihang Tribe, I still want to talk with you tomorrow, Dragon King.”

“I’d be glad to.”

The Second Consort then left. It seemed that she didn’t hold any grudges against him, but Gu Shenwei wasn’t sure about this woman’s true thoughts.

He also walked out of the tent. Before Nie Zeng and Tie Linglong could show themselves, he waved his hands and signaled for them to not follow him.

Several guards ran over and Long Fanyun was not among them. Gu Shenwei also signaled them to return to their original positions - he didn’t want another conspicuous tour through the camp.

He called an officer over and asked him to deliver the instruction that the Second Consort was allowed to meet Duodun alone.

At first, Gu Shenwei was just strolling around. After evading several patrolling teams, he unconsciously started sneaking around. Compared to being observed, he felt more comfortable when he was the observer.

The camp full of injured soldiers was not as quiet as the other camps. The occasional groans, pleas, and sleep talking sounded very resonant in the spacious night sky.

Long Fanyun shouldn’t live here. Gu Shenwei decided to send his captain of guards to somewhere more suitable for rehabilitation as soon as dawn broke.

Surprisingly, there were no sorrowful voices in Long Fanyun’s tent. Instead, a woman was singing in a low voice. And Gu Shenwei had never heard the tone or the lyrics before.

Red Bat had stayed by Long Fanyun’s side for several full days, and both Shangguan Ru’s persuasion and Doctor Sun’s promise had failed to convince her to leave.

Long Fanyun said something and Red Bat stopped singing. “… Don’t worry. You were never a top-notch kung fu expert anyway. You’re still a man, and that’s enough. I’ll seize this opportunity…”

Gu Shenwei left quietly, believing that Long Fanyun was just as confused as he was about why Red Bat could still be so optimistic.

The Death Scripture solidifies hatred. Is there any cultivation method that can solidify love so that it stays passionate forever?

Gu Shenwei put his random thoughts aside and took a detour to Shangguan Ru’s place.

Standing in the shadow near the tent, he didn’t knew very well about why he had come here.

Shangguan Ru seldom requested female soldiers to perform night duty, but that green-faced assassin always remained close to her.

But even a green-faced assassin has to sleep sometime. Gu Shenwei walked around the tent, as if it were a dangerous trap, until he finally confirmed that Qian Ying was not around. Maybe she’s sleeping or spying on someone else.

Gu Shenwei walked to the doorway of the tent and was just about to tap on the flap when Shangguan Ru’s voice could be heard inside. “Is it you?”

Gu Shenwei nodded and then realized that how funny his current posture was. He opened the thick and heavy tent flap and walked in.

Shangguan Ru wasn’t asleep either, staring blankly at the flame of the candle. She turned her head and gave a bland glance at the Dragon King as if a stranger had just come in. “I went to see Azheba and sent him a jar of good wine.”

“Hmm.”

“Azheba asked me to tell you this. ‘I’m very glad to have been defeated by the Dragon King instead of Luoluo.”

“Mm.” Gu Shenwei was totally indifferent to his comment, as his heart occupied by another emotion even more intense than hatred.

“I heard that the Second Consort went to meet with you.”

“She did.”

“But you’re not going to show mercy to him.”

“I’m not.”

Shangguan Ru sighed pensively and stood up. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m here to tell you that soon our army will soon launch an attack on Thousand Horsemen Pass and then directly close in on Jade City.”

Shangguan Ru wasn’t surprised at all. “You’re finally going to become a real Dragon King.” She heavily emphasized the word “real”.

“Maybe I’ll die. Golden Roc Castle is not as weak as it looks. The Unique King must have some hidden countermeasures. Even 100,000 plus troops can’t stop everything.”

“They can’t.” Shangguan Ru suddenly recalled her previous experience of searching for the Dragon King on the battlefield. She faintly felt that this man before her was about to disappear again.

“So this is the last chance,” Gu Shenwei said gently.

“For what?”

Gu Shenwei walked over and paused, seemingly pondering his next move.

In those black eyes, he saw his reflection and a desire as intense as hatred - and that desire was the same as his.