No wonder he looked relaxed. It turned out that he had cleared the biggest obstacle to inheriting the throne.
"Why did your brothers turn against each other?"
"My father likes my brother more, and the gods like me more." Fushan Yue shrugged, "Brothers, aren't they enemies? Oh, do you have any brothers?"
He Lingchuan did not answer but asked: "Does the god like you more?"
"That's right. The successor favored by the gods will have a better chance of ascending to the throne and becoming king." Fu Shanyue smiled and said, "You are an outsider, and you don't know that this is the ironclad rule of the Demon Kingdom."
"In terms of succession, the Demon King himself has no autonomy?"
"Of course you can't say that. But this kind of thing is too complicated and can't be explained clearly in just a few words." Fushan sucked and ate noodles, "Are you going to Lingxu City?"
He Lingchuan nodded.
"After passing the Twilight Plains and heading north, we will reach the Chiyan Kingdom. Please give me a ride."
"I'm afraid I'll get involved with you." The people the King of Chiyan wants to kill are in this caravan. Are they going to go against the local snakes?
"No, they will dare to do it abroad." Fushan Yue Lao Shenzai said, "I am the eldest son, and I have supporters at home and in the royal court. They must not do it blatantly."
"Why does your father care so much about who is the heir to the throne?" These great monsters have a long lifespan, far beyond the comparison of human kings. The crown prince is in name only. Some even do not have a crown prince to avoid a lot of trouble, such as King Baoshu. But King Chiyan began to think about it
Who will inherit the throne, that is to say... "Is it possible that his life is approaching?"
Fu Shanyue chuckled twice: "It can't be said."
I can’t say it, but I don’t deny it either.
Fu Shanyue added: "I'm not sure of being in the position, but at least 70-80% sure. If you are a far-sighted businessman, you should know that this investment is a good deal."
He Lingchuan smiled and said: "I have to discuss it with Shi Er. This caravan belongs to him, and he is the one who is responsible for these dozens of lives."
Fu Shanyue shrugged and had no objection.
Since the sound insulation here was too poor and the light transmission was too good, He Lingchuan had already closed the doors and windows, and the two of them just chatted quietly. Suddenly there were light footsteps outside, and then there was a knock on the window, and someone knocked lightly three times outside.
Down, one long and two short.
As soon as He Lingchuan put down his chopsticks, Fu Shanyue said: "It's okay, open."
The window opened and a little head poked in.
This was a six or seven-year-old girl with slightly dark skin, big eyes, dirty hair, dirty body, and skinny bones. He Lingchuan did not have time to observe the rest because her mouth was so eye-catching:
The upper and lower lips were sewn together with sewing thread, like a rag doll being pranked.
She received ten stitches. The stitches were ugly and lay on her lips like a centipede. The blood stains had turned black. This happened at least three days ago.
With her mouth sewn shut, of course she couldn't eat, and even drink water was extremely difficult. So her lips were chapped and bleeding, and she looked severely dehydrated.
Chapter completed!