The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

[Priest]'s first reaction was to feel ridiculous.

"This is not something I can do."

The girl ignored him and continued to stare at him.

"I am SSS and other superpower potential."

"As long as I can participate in the fight for the imperial throne, I am the only best choice."

"I know you want to say that I am not Romania."

"Do you think I'm unimportant! I can make people all over the star believe in my bloodline!"

The girl held herself up and took a step closer to [Priest].

"You must resent the Empire."

"Isn't it interesting to let a fake steal the crown of the empire and let the glory of the Black Dragon's blood be trampled under the feet of a fake?"

[Priest] looked solemn, but did not refuse immediately. He was silent for a while and then shook his head.

"I can not do it."

The black-haired girl commanded condescendingly: "Why."

[Priest] sighed:

"you are too naive."

"I admit that you are very courageous, and I also admit that I was moved by your crazy thoughts for a moment."

"However, the empire, Romanlia's empire, cannot be easily shaken by the power of one person or one family."

"You are SSS, etc., and you are an absolute genius, one in a billion. Yes, your talent is even better than mine. But what you want to defeat is not the Queen alone, but the empire; what you want to fight is not a family, but a family. It’s a ruling class!”

"You came to me alone. Now you have nothing and no power at your disposal."

"Do you know how many factions the royal family is divided into and what political leanings they hold?"

"Do you know that there are several forces at play behind the transfer of the commander of a military region on the border?"

"Do you know which industries the empire will regulate next year, which consortiums will benefit, and which nobles will lose?"

"You are too far away from that position."

[Priest] smiled bitterly: "The me ten years ago might have..."

The black-haired girl interrupted him directly.

"So, the person who is only one step away from that position and knows all the things you mentioned, has she succeeded?"

[Priest]'s smile disappeared instantly, his eyes locked on Shen Mian: "What did you say?"

"Need I repeat it?"

Shen Mian replied coldly.

"Where did your suppressor come from? What accident caused that man to die? Do you want me to repeat it for you?"

The white-haired beauty couldn't help but take a step back: "You... you know..."

The black-haired girl followed like a ghost: "Why can't I know?"

In this feudal empire, isn’t the number one crime endangering national security (a standard misapplication of the idiom) treason?

Coupled with this critical time point ten years ago.

The answer is already clear.

The black-haired girl's tone was full of inflammatory words:

"I'm curious."

"Celia Nafanea Euricius, the second son of the first Duke under the royal family, the adopted son and heir of the director of the Temple of Light's teaching headquarters, what did you look like when you saw that man die? How are you feeling?"

That name, the name that appeared in my mind countless times in my midnight dreams, was spoken by the black-haired girl easily.

"Sixth Princess Claudia Romania."

"do not talk……"

"Aren't you lucky? She had to pay the price with her life, and your little willfulness was transferred to your family and adoptive father. You probably haven't spent a day in jail."

"Please, stop talking..."

The black-haired girl approached the young man who was frozen in place, stood on tiptoes, and touched his cheek with her palms.

Her peripheral vision swept across the wall painted with rose petals.

Every petal falls downward.

"Come, dear Celia, tell me, look at her, look at your leader, your treacherous colleague, your... lover, falling from the high tower like a rose petal, what is it? Feelings?"

[Priest] A broken sob came from his throat.

"You didn't do anything."

"What's the use of hiding in a corner far away from the empire and missing her?"

"In ten years, even if it takes a hundred years or a thousand years, she will have to bear the burden of an unexpected death. No one will remember her, and no one will remember your ideals."

"Don't you hate it? Don't you hate the twisted empire that has buried its ideals and aspirations for the future? Don't you resent the queen who is so cold and cold that she can't even tolerate her own daughter?"

"I can't...I can't let the family..."

"Your family has been in the whirlpool of interest struggles for a long time! Do you think the Queen will only attack the Temple of Light? How can the Black Dragon allow others to enjoy its treasures?"

silence.

Shen Mian forcefully pressed the man's head down, forcing him to look at her.

This silly kid was almost driven crazy by Shen Mian's words.

Light red eyes filled with tears came into Shen Mian's field of vision.

A little more.

Push him a little more.

Where to start?

What had the greatest impact on his life?

"I'm curious."

Celia shuddered.

"Celia, the god you believe in, you have prayed countless times, you regard him as your faith, as the way, and as the end of your life."

"Can He, for a moment, set his sights on you?"

Celia stared at Shen Mian as if staring at a monster.

Shen Mian's mental state has reached the extreme level of madness.

"I'm curious."

"Have you ever, even for a moment, doubted that the so-called gods and the empress of the empire are equally ruthless, monsters that chew the pain of others?"

"[Priest]! Come and tell me."

There was even a hint of pleasure in the girl's voice.

"Ideals collapsed, homeless, deep gratitude exhausted, teachers and friends dead and alive. [Priest], is your god satisfied with this result?"

Celia looked at Shen Mian blankly, unable to say a word.

"demon."

Such thoughts flashed through his mind.

next moment.

The girl spit out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.