Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 233 - 177: Father King, I Think I Had a Very Beautiful Dream

Chapter 233: Chapter 177: Father King, I Think I Had a Very Beautiful Dream

"The Beast King Palace? You certainly don’t shortchange yourself, no matter where you go." Fei Yuan looked at Sang Luo meaningfully.

Sang Luo blushed slightly under his gaze and cleared her throat. "A female can let anyone down, but she must never let herself down!"

...

Fei Yuan’s identity was a sensitive one. The eastern and western continents had almost no dealings with each other, but frequent friction along their shared border often erupted into war. Relations between the two lands were tense, and if his origins were discovered, it would likely cause a great deal of panic.

He concealed his extravagant air, suppressed his power to the level of a Seventh Rank Beastman, and found a private table by the window on the second floor of a restaurant, where he ordered some common dishes and wine.

Fei Yuan did his best to pass as an ordinary Beastman, but his stunningly handsome features and magnificent, dark red robes drew countless eyes.

Many females from noble families blushed upon seeing him, eager to approach and strike up a conversation.

Meanwhile, he listened to the various rumors being passed around the tables, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

...

Sang Luo went to the Beast King Palace.

At seven in the morning, she remembered it was time for the court session, so Duotu wouldn’t be in the rear palace. She disguised herself as a servant and, after asking around, learned that the little lion was living in Taoyuan Village.

’Isn’t that my old residence?’

’After I left, he let our son live there. Duotu really knows how to save time and effort.’

Still, Taoyuan Village was truly well-built, not the least bit inferior to the Beast King’s own residence. She had personally overseen the design and construction of the palace; her son would definitely appreciate her taste.

Sang Luo didn’t linger and went straight to Taoyuan Village.

Just inside the palace gates, an Ancient Peach Tree amidst a sea of flowers came into view. It was almost unchanged from when she had left. It was the peak of the peach blossom season, and pink petals fell like snow. In moments, they blanketed the ground, swirling dreamily in the wind.

She passed through the peach trees, entered the palace hall, and saw a stone statue.

It was meticulously carved from a single, nearly ten-meter-tall block of precious, hard-to-find white marble. When Sang Luo got a clear look at the person depicted in the statue, she froze.

She was all too familiar with that face. Although it was veiled, the gentle, beautiful eyes and brows... and in her arms, a swaddled infant—a stone carving of a newborn lion cub.

A passing servant who was cleaning saw her lingering and said with a smile, "You look unfamiliar. Are you new here?"

"Mmm."

Sang Luo stared at the statue of the mother and child, her mind elsewhere.

The servant followed her gaze and sighed emotionally. "The Emperor and Empress had a truly deep bond. It’s a shame the Queen met such a tragic fate, leaving His Majesty and the Young Master so early. His Majesty personally sought out this precious block of stone and spent a year and a half carving this himself. It was only just completed and moved to this palace two months ago. Every time I pass by the statue, I can’t help but stop and admire it, just like you."

As he spoke, the man sighed again. "Alas, His Majesty’s love for the Queen ran so deep. If the Queen were still alive, this cold, cheerless palace would surely be filled with much more joy and laughter."

"...In the two years since His Majesty ascended the throne, the factions within the Empire have been unstable. Countless people, both inside and out, have their eyes on his position. Logically, he should be in urgent need of a political marriage to consolidate his power. Hasn’t he taken a new Queen?"

The servant found the way this person spoke a bit odd, but didn’t overthink it and answered honestly, "The Emperor and Empress were as harmonious as a perfect melody. After the late Queen died, her body was interred in the Imperial Mausoleum. His Majesty declared that when he dies, his coffin will be opened so they can be buried together. He also said that the Empire has only one Queen, and that he will never marry another female in this lifetime."

...

After exchanging a few more words, the servant went to the front courtyard to continue cleaning.

Sang Luo stood before the statue for a long time, her heart a maelstrom of emotions.

She saw a line of text carved at the base of the statue.

She recognized Duotu’s handwriting. He had carved it himself.

"My eternal love."

A sarcastic smile touched Sang Luo’s lips. ’He really knows how to put on a show for outsiders.’

’It was the same back then. Such false devotion. If Quan Xiu hadn’t interfered, she would have been kept in the dark by him for her entire life.’

Sang Luo averted her gaze, not sparing it another glance, and teleported to the bedchamber.

It was still early, and the little lion was indeed asleep in the bedchamber. The room’s decor was much the same as when she had left, only the few pots of magnolias she had kept by the window had withered and been replaced.

Sang Luo tiptoed to the bedside, even softening her breathing, terrified of waking the cub.

The little lion was quite beautiful. His body was a size larger than the Wolf Pup’s, and his soft, golden-brown fur shimmered like expensive silk in the morning sunlight. A pair of pristine white wings grew from his back, which drooped naturally as he slept, covering his body like a small white blanket.

As Sang Luo drew closer, she saw that a small wooden carving was pinned beneath his thick little paw. He looked like a human baby sleeping while hugging a favorite toy.

Sang Luo found the small wooden carving familiar. After a moment, she remembered: she had carved this little figure out of boredom in the Royal Palace when she was about to give birth.

At the time, she had wanted to carve a small likeness of the child in her belly, but since she didn’t know what the cub would look like, she had casually carved a figure of herself instead.

The craftsmanship was actually quite poor. If she didn’t say so herself, no one would ever be able to tell who it was supposed to be.

Sang Luo had assumed a casually carved little thing like this would have been thrown out by the servants long ago. She never expected it to still be here.

Sang Luo gently lifted the little lion into her arms and stroked his head. "Little Sun, Mother is here to see you."

She didn’t know the little lion’s actual name, so she called him by the nickname she had secretly given him.

The little lion nuzzled against her in her arms, stirring slightly.

A mist suddenly welled up in Sang Luo’s eyes. Part of her wanted him to wake up and see what his birth mother looked like, yet another part didn’t want him to wake and see her at all...

In the end, she used an Illusion Technique. The little lion fell back into a deep, peaceful, and sweet sleep.

Sang Luo didn’t use Illusion Techniques often, so she didn’t know what he was dreaming about. However, the technique was supposed to make one see the thing they most wanted to see.

Sang Luo fed the Elixir to the little lion. It dissolved the moment it entered his mouth, and a faint golden light began to radiate from his body...

CLICK.

The palace door opened.

Sang Luo quickly placed the little lion back on the bed, pulled the blanket over him, and turned invisible.

She saw Duotu walk into the hall.

He had just come from the morning court session and hadn’t yet had time to change out of his crisp, magnificent court robes. His steps were hurried.

Golden-haired and blue-eyed, his features were handsome and profound, his figure tall and erect.

His appearance hadn’t changed much, but he had lost the rakish, carefree air of his youth, replaced by a steady and imposing dignity befitting the true ruler of a nation.

He usually spent his days handling political affairs and didn’t focus much on Cultivation. His strength was still at the True King Rank, not having changed much.

Sang Luo’s power had already surpassed his, so Duotu couldn’t detect her Invisibility Technique.

And yet, as they brushed past each other, Duotu’s steps faltered. He turned his head and looked in her direction.

Sang Luo’s heart skipped a beat; she thought he had seen her. But then she realized Duotu was staring blankly out the window behind her.

Outside the window, peach blossoms drifted down, scattering upon the hair and shoulders of the beautiful statue...

A few petals, caught in a swirling gust of wind, flew into the hall.

An indescribable, fresh fragrance wafted by, leaving Duotu momentarily lost in thought.

He raised his hand and caught a petal, but the next second, the wind blew it away.

The fragrance vanished along with it.

After a moment of stunned silence, he summoned a servant.

"That peach tree in the palace courtyard... have it cut down."