How To Hide The Tyrant's Child In The Apocalypse-Chapter 62. Truth about real Lianwei strength

AT THE SAME TIME

MEI SHEN’S POINT POINT OF VIEW:

The courtyard still hummed with the echo of Richard’s screams, the air thick with smoke and divine fire. The decree’s light flickered out at last, leaving only silence and the sound of Lianwei’s ragged breath. He stood rigid, fists clenched, eyes locked on the spot where Richard had burned away. But I saw it the trembling in his jaw, the storm in his chest. His world had been cracked open, and doubt was already pouring in.

"Do you even know who you are, boy?" Richard’s venom still coiled like a curse in the air.

I moved to him slowly, ignoring the weight of the Bai brothers’ watchful stares, ignoring even Rosalie’s steady gaze. This was only for him. When I reached him, I slipped my hand into his, his knuckles were cold, tense, but he didn’t pull away. I leaned closer, so only he could hear.

"Lianwei,."I whispered. "I know what he meant. I read it."

His head snapped toward me, eyes sharp, desperate.

"...You read it?"He asked and I could hear nervousness in his voice.

I nodded, pressing my forehead briefly to his arm.

"Your father... wasn’t full royal. Half his bloodline was common. That’s why Richard hated him, why he thought the crown should have been his."I explained gently.

His breath hitched, his lips parting, but no sound came. I could feel the storm threatening to break. So I tightened my grip and whispered firmer, steadier:

"But listen to me. That doesn’t make you less. It makes you more. You are proof that lineage isn’t everything that love, strength, and choice matter more than blood. That’s what terrifies Richard. That’s why he wanted to break you."I said.

Lianwei’s chest rose sharply. His jaw slackened, the tremor in his hands slowing. I felt the tension bleed from his shoulders, just enough for him to finally breathe.

"I..." His voice was hoarse, low. "...I thought... maybe..." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

I pressed my fingers against his, cutting him off gently.

"You are not him. You are not his shadow. You are Lianwei. Mine. Ours. And you’ve already surpassed them both."I said.

The silence stretched, heavy but warm now. Slowly, his hand unclenched, his grip on mine tightening instead desperate, grounding. Across the courtyard, I saw Rosalie watching us with a proud, knowing look, her medallion gleaming faintly against her chest. Even Zeyrith’s wrathful glare softened, his wings folding as he regarded us with something almost like respect. But this moment belonged only to him, to us. I leaned close again, whispering the last thread of truth into his ear, a secret carried from the pages.

"In the novel... you never broke. You never let him win. And you won’t now, either."I whispered.

His breath shuddered and then steadied. The storm inside him finally bent, if not calmed, by truth. I hadn’t meant for the word to slip. It was a whisper, a comfort meant only for Lianwei. But the courtyard stilled. Bai He tilted his head.

"...Did you just say novel?"He asked.

Bella blinked, clutching at Huan’s sleeve.

"What’s a novel?"She asked.

Huan frowned, suspicious, protective.

"Mother... what do you mean by that?"He asked.

Their voices overlapped, circling closer until I realized we were surrounded. The Bai brothers, the children, even the guards leaning in, all staring at me with wide eyes. My stomach dropped. My lips parted, but no words came. How could I explain that truth? Before I could answer, a low, resonant hum filled the courtyard. Zeyrith unfurled his wings, shadows sweeping across the tiles as his gaze bore into me.

"She speaks of the other world." The god rumbled, his voice echoing like a storm in a cavern. "The place you mortals cannot touch, the place of ink and story. She is not of this world just as Lianwei was not, once."

Gasps rippled through the siblings. Bai Jun stepped forward, brows furrowed.

"Not... of this world? Explain."He asked.

Zeyrith’s gaze did not waver.

"Mei Shen was summoned. From Earth. As Lianwei once was. Their souls woven into fates they did not choose, yet bound to shape this land. That is the truth."He said.

The children’s eyes widened.

"So... Mother... is like... Father?"Bella asked.

Huan’s grip on my sleeve tightened, his face pale.

"That’s why you always know more... isn’t it?"He asked.

The weight of their confusion, their awe, their fear pressed down like chains. My heart thudded painfully. I opened my mouth, desperate to steady them and then light bloomed. Soft, golden, warm as a hearthfire. It shimmered into form before us, and when it settled, Rosalie stood there. Her hair spilled in waves of starlight, her eyes shining with a depth that pierced every corner of me. The medallion at her chest pulsed once, and the very air seemed to sigh in relief. She looked at me first. Then at Lianwei. And then at all the children, her smile soft, knowing, impossibly proud.

"My darlings." Rosalie said, her voice like sunlight breaking through storm. "You have carried truths too heavy for your years. You have faced shadows that even gods dare not name. And yet... here you stand."

Her gaze lingered on me, and for the briefest moment, I felt it acceptance, warmth, the kind of pride I had only ever imagined from a mother. My throat burned.

"You are mine." She said gently.

The siblings pressed closer, as if drawn to her light. Even Zeyrith bowed his head, eyes glimmering with reluctant respect. But Lianwei... oh, Lianwei his shoulders finally dropped, a weight melting from him he hadn’t even known he carried. Rosalie stepped forward, lifting her hand, and cupped his face with infinite tenderness.

"I am proud of you both."She whispered."My baby girl and her husband."

Her words struck like thunder, but instead of fear, it left only quiet, trembling hope. I could tell her return meant something special and especially for my father and her husband, Henry.