The Cross-Dressing Legend Is Excessively Beautiful - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

When Song Ci first handed The Dark Night over to him, he likely never imagined that Xizhi could develop the organization to its current scale—nor did he expect Xizhi’s control over the organization to grow stronger by the day.

The Dark Night was now faintly on the verge of slipping beyond Song Ci’s grasp.

As he spoke, Song Xizhi couldn’t stop himself from coughing twice more, bright red blood tracing paths between his fingers.

Song Xizhi wiped away the residual crimson from the corner of his mouth with total indifference. “Back then, when Lord Father falsely reported your newborn eldest son as a daughter, it was truly a brilliant move.”

Song Ci was highly capable and came from a humble background; such an identity naturally placed him in opposition to the aristocratic clans. The Emperor needed a sword to pierce the heart of the aristocracy and strengthen his control over the court.

However, this sword could never be allowed to become too sharp, lest it turn on its master. Being childless was the perfect scabbard for this peerless blade.

The world viewed having an heir as a matter of paramount importance, yet no one suspected that Song Ci had “severed his lineage” of his own volition. What the world sought was, to Song Ci, nothing more than dust following in his wake—not worth mentioning.

Song Xizhi let out a sigh. “It’s just that Lord Father calculated a thousand times, yet failed to account for the fact that His Majesty’s health would decline so rapidly. That brilliant move has now become a perilous one. A treasure sword without a master is like a pearl covered in dust; eventually, it must fall into the mud.”

“None of those princes are refined men who appreciate a fine blade.” He seemed to think of something amusing, his eyes curving into crescents. “Guess, Lord Father—which prince would cherish a sword that once belonged to another?”

Song Ci might look glorious now, but in reality, he was walking along the edge of a precipice. One moment of carelessness, and he would fall, his body shattered into pieces. Once the current Emperor died and the Crown Prince ascended the throne, Song Ci would likely be the first one he’d take an axe to.

Since there was no room to retreat, there was only the option to advance!

At this thought, Song Xizhi chuckled. No one could have imagined that the world’s most audacious “Blood-Robed Prime Minister” was actually the man most loyal to the current Emperor.

Since Song Ci could not betray the Emperor, his only ending was death. The only difference lay in the timing.

Song Ci understood his meaning and cast a deep look at Song Xizhi. “If you truly were a daughter, perhaps things would have had a different ending.” He might have been a good father. Song Xizhi might have grown up healthy and happy.

“Perhaps if I were a bit stupider, you would be more merciful toward me,” Song Xizhi replied with a dry “Heh.”

Seeing that Song Ci remained silent, Song Xizhi smiled mockingly. “Regrettably, there is no such thing as ‘what if’ in this world.”