Absolute Double Power
Verse-13

Yeliushen Capital…

"The warehouse is half full after the collection of tributes today," Lim Shin Wu reported to his father.

At that time, Lim Shin Wu's father, Lim Pao-Lu served as the Governor of the Luoji— NationThe fifth effect of the Zhujia Province during the Tio Bing empire. It was he who represented the Luoji government in Yeliushen-the capital of Zhujia.

"Tomorrow, we fill up the rest of the tributes in Kaida!" Shin Wu added.

"That's it?" His father only took a quick glance with a haughty look on his face, then turned his body back to Shin Wu and stepped slowly towards the window.

Shin Wu followed him with wide steps. "Respiring news of a Mi Sai Ya showing up in the old town" he said as he approached his father.

The old man kept his back. He stopped in front of the window and looked down, watching the hustle and bustle in his palace grounds.

"The Yuoji Nation believes him to be the savior of the world," Shin Wu continued his explanation. "Some monks in the Great Spirit God Temple said the man had the mark of Ilojim."

"And what is Ilojim?" sidelines his father while glancing at the corner of his eye.

"The old gods of Yuoji," Shi Wu replied. "The elders of the Guardian Spirit Hall vehemently opposed this belief for the past twenty years and replaced their gods with a single god they called the Great Spirit God."

"Then what's so great about this Ilojim sign?" Lim Pao-Lu asked again while turning his face back out the window.

"His birth was foretold. The elders of the Yuoji Nation are looking forward to his arrival for hundreds of years" said Shin Wu.

"And what is the prophecy?" Shin Wu's father looked over again.

"The Healer, the King of Peace…"

"King?" shin Wu's father finally turned around.

Shin Wu blinked uneasily and bowed. "It's just a tale of the slaves' figments, a legend, nothing more!" he berkilah.

"Legend," repeated his father half-grunts. "Legend means a possibility" he said cynically. And a possibility means hope. And you know what hope means?" Pao-Lu blushes a sharp look at her illegitimate sons with a concubine. Next to his eyebrows raised high.

Lim Shin Wu simply gulped, then stuttered.

"Hope means potential rebellion!" pao-lu added in a sharp tone.

Lim Shin Wu blinked uneasily.

"I want you to investigate" his father ordered.

"But.." Lim Shin Wu suddenly hesitated. "Don't I have to do anything other than keep an eye on the slaves?" his protest.

"You don't think the task is important?" his father asked back with a stern look.

"But, Dad! Don't I have to pick up Mother and Sister Xia today?"

"In this palace never call me father!" sergeant Pao-Lu. "I'm your king" he said coldly.

Shin Wu instantly fell silent.

"Please do my word!" hardik Pao-Lu's. "Now!"

Shin Wu bowed respectfully to the soldiers.

His father had already thrown away his face and turned back to him as a gesture the conversation was over.

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It was late at night when the motorcade of the chariots of the Luoji nobles passed at the foot of Jingling mountain into the narrow abyss between the high walls, as if the mountain was split open by a knife, as if, make way for them to pass.

The place looks creepy.

The rain drizzled down and the cold air pierced the bones. Not a good time for outdoor activities, Lim Xi Xia thought. If you can choose, the girl is better off reading a book by the fireplace.

While the other concubine princesses were laughing celebrating their freedom, Xi Xia only kept silent as she continued to bow by the side of her stepmother—who was also a tight-faced— concubine. Consort Yuwen, Lim Shin Wu's mother.

Concubine Yuwen was famous as a lover of tranquility. And that means he doesn't like noisy people. That's why he chose Xi Xia when forced to share a place in the train because the governor sent a very limited number of trains.

There was no preferential treatment after the women returned from the Social Hall, a place where the wives and daughters of the governor were set up after breaking palace manners.

That's where they were sent six months ago!

And that's the same as coming home from prison.

And being trapped in one room with Consort Yuwen was no different than the prison itself.

Xi Xia sighed silently to shake off the depressed feeling.

All at once, their car snapped.

It was at that moment that he heard a loud crackling sound blaring.

The carriage came to a sudden stop, and the noble ladies were swept away in shouts, flocking arrows, metal explosions clashing at the sides of the carriage.

Someone jerked the curtains of Xi Xia's carriage open.

Xi Xia caught a glimpse of the all-black outfit complete with a hood and face veil.

Everyone screamed like crazy, making the world look like an apocalypse.

"Hurry out!" The rough hiccups sounded here and there.

No less rude hands snatched Xi Xia and threw the girl out with the others. Before the girl knew what was going on, someone pushed her head forward and stuffed her into a thick, rough black sack.

There were shouts and metal clashing everywhere. Xi Xia could not think clearly.

"Kneel!" hiccup them again, then there are noises pounding around him. "Say on your knees!"

Xi Xia felt a punch on the back of his knee as two heavy hands pressed against his shoulder. Then he realized he was lying face down in cold, wet mud due to drizzling.

Xi Xia's heart was pounding. The sackcloth was attached to her nose like a sucking cup and the girl gasped for breath.

Then the voices suddenly disappeared. There was an unnatural silence.

All that could be heard now were the footsteps of men on the wet grass.

How many are there?

And who are they?

They move slowly, with great calculation.

All that could be captured were muffled rustling sounds, like several heavy bundles were being moved here and there.

Xi Xia heard those footsteps approaching. Someone kicked his ankle, forced him to open his leg. The hand caught his arm and twisted it backwards.

It was there Xi Xia, crucified, lying on his stomach on a chunk of frozen ground with a sack covering his head.

Quietly Xi Xia listened to the footsteps being dragged around him. He knew the kidnappers were busy doing something but he didn't know what exactly.

The girl tried to inhale a bit of air that pierced through the sackcloth. I really need to breathe, he thought. But the sack actually stuck more tightly in the nose of his nose. And the girl started to lack air.

Good, he thought desperate. I'm gonna die from lack of oxygen.

Furtively Xi Xia moved his hand to his face, to at least remove the cloth from his nostrils so that there was enough room for the incoming air.

But something hard hit the girl's head. Whether it was boots, sword hilt, Xi Xia had no idea. A pretty hard blow.

Xi Xia felt a hand grab his wrist and pull his arm, throwing it violently to the ground.