{It's Not My Fault that I'm Beautiful}
"Young Master, why didn't you do anything, that guy is so annoying. Humph, shameless, how dare he make you seem like the bad guy. If I didn't know better I'd have thought you loved the Third Prince to death." a voice grumpled.
"Aish!! Why are you getting worked up over something so trivial. Besides I don't really care about what they say, honestly I don't feel offended even." Chu Han exclaimed good naturall.
"But Young Master, I don't get it, you are naturally stronger than him yet you do not retaliate when he slanders you. Why is that??"
"Oh...! Yufeng this is not about showing strength. Human nature is fickle, they will laugh and dance with you on the surface all the while planning a wonderful death with a golden coffin and all. I've learned to be the weak they will be willing to trample on, because they will naturally let their guard down in front of me in the expense that I am not a worthy opponent." He calmly analyzed.
"Although it is relatively easy to manipulate people, it's still too much work if you don't have the right support, you'll logically be abandoned by the very people who sought your attention in the past."he continued, taking of the mask that always framed his upper face hiding the sharp eyes that scream power and calculation.
"My goal for coming to the capital was to make my father pay for the pain he caused me, and I'll not stop until I fulfil that, the precious son will be an example." His voice dropped to a terrifying coldness that made one's spine shake from the impact.
The sheer power of the voice made the poor aide almost bend down in submission.
Gu Yufeng wondered if it was a blessing to have such a young master or a curse.
He had witnessed his beloved master's ruthless ways for years but he still couldn't get used to the fear that trums through his bones when his master reveals himself.
The true self not the facade he puts on to throw the enemies in confusion and disarray.
Sometimes he wonders if the master was not from the snake clan, otherwise there is truly no way to describe his cunning and ruthless behavior.
There's always been whispers about the Dragon Monarchs who were no different from the immortals and gods of the nine realms.
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He remembers how his Grandfather would pull him close at night whispering the tales long forgotten and buried.
How the people have forgotten who their real leaders were.
They've strayed thinking that their Dynasty was made by their own hands.
Did they forget who their ancestors were??
Who fought to protect them and give them this place they call home.
His Grandfather would then pat his head in a good mood and exclaim,
"They will be back and that day will be a day of retribution!!!"
He still remembers how his Grandfather begged him to promise that the day he'll find a Dragon Monarch, he'd have to be shameless and tie himself to the person no matter what.
He was only 12 then, but he promised and the day he met the little boy with bright Ruby eyes widened in fear and trepidation,he knew his journey had just began.
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