Pharaoh

The eldest prince of Mitanni sat on one side of the room, and the young and beautiful Egyptian maid knelt beside him, bringing the wine glass to him respectfully.

Levi took it and took a sip casually. His lake-like emerald green eyes kept staring at the young Pharaoh on the main seat.

Yesterday evening, after the pharaoh and king of Egypt left, the others naturally also broke up.

The Syrian king's face was very ugly.

Levi felt that it was about time for him to come forward. If Mitanni continued to stand on the sidelines, his allies would be disappointed.

So early this morning, Levi came here to see the Pharaoh.

"I don't want Mitanni meddling in this matter."

Originally, Prince Mitanni was still thinking about how to have a few more words with the Pharaoh, and what kind of topic he would use to clarify his intention for coming.

Well now, he doesn't need to say a word.

The young Pharaoh's first words after meeting him went straight to the point.

Levi frowned indistinctly, this straight-forward negotiating style made him very uncomfortable.

He fell silent for a moment.

Then, the prince of Mitanni raised his head, and his emerald green pupils looked straight at the young king of Egypt without fear.

"Mitanni can't stay out of it."

Blindly forbearance is not enough.

Be tough when you have to be tough.

"Then there's no need to talk about it."

The young Pharaoh answered firmly.

"Prince of Mitanni, you can go home now. Tell your people that Mitanni will go to war with Egypt."

As soon as the young king finished speaking, he stood up and planned to leave.

He didn't want to say more, and he was too lazy to say more.

It is his consistent style to act cleanly and say nothing, before and in the future.

"Pharaoh!"

Levi stood up in shock.

He could see that the pharaoh was not trying to blackmail himself into trying to gain more benefits for Egypt.

The young king of Egypt really didn't intend to talk to him anymore.

It was because of this that it made him even more astonished.

This isn't negotiation at all, you bastard!

What do you mean when you say you're done talking and leaving?Anyway, you should listen to what I have to say!

Although he thought so angrily, deep down in his heart, Prince Mitanni felt a little envious of the Pharaoh's uncompromising and tough style.

When will he be like this young pharaoh, he can do whatever he wants, instead of always thinking hard and weighing the pros and cons.

-

The young king of Egypt got up late this morning.

When he was fully awake, Karin, who carefully wiped his face with a warm wet cloth, told him that the pharaoh had gone to meet the prince of Mitanni.

"...Who is that?"

He remembered the envoy sent by Crete, which is very close to Egypt, last night.

"The one you met at the door last night is the eldest prince of Mitanni."

"The one with the long brown hair?"

"Yes."

When the warm wet cloth was about to touch the earlobe, the young brother subconsciously hid.

"Is it still hurting badly? Your Highness."

"Ah."

The game has a bitter face.

Although I told Karin to try to choose lighter ones yesterday, those precious earrings are all made of pure gold, big and heavy.Even if he chose the smallest one, it was still heavy, and it hurt his earlobe.

"Hmm... it hasn't healed yet."

Karin took a closer look and said, "Don't wear earrings for a few days now, first use a gold needle dipped in some ointment to plug it, otherwise the pierced ear will heal itself."

"Please don't take it off yourself." She said with a gentle smile, "You don't want to tie it a few more times, do you?"

"……understood."

"By the way, Your Royal Highness, a very interesting thing happened just now."

"whats the matter?"

The young prince, who was still trying to touch his aching ear, was immediately distracted.

Smiling, the old lady took the opportunity to pass a gold needle with a gold bead on the ointment through the ear hole.

"It hurts, Karin."

"It's ready, Your Highness, please don't touch it."

"How long will it take before you feel no pain?"

"Three or four days will be fine, please be patient."

"Forget it... what was the interesting thing you just said?"

"The guards caught an assassin who wanted to assassinate you in your dormitory early in the morning."

"Huh?" The young Wangdi once again forgot about his earache, "Assassinate me? Are you sure?"

The other was assassinated every now and then, and he was almost numb from the habit.

But this time the target turned out to be him?

That's strange, what's the use of assassinating him?

Or was the assassin actually lost?

Shouldn't it be...

The game is still thinking wildly here, and the young priest with sky-colored pupils has already walked in.

"Lord Seth, what's the result of the interrogation?"

Karin's inquiry immediately shifted Wang Di's attention to Seth.

"Did Seth personally interrogate?"

"died."

"..."

"In the middle of the interrogation, he suddenly died of poison, probably because the chief messenger gave him poison before he came."

"Is the target really me?"

"Yes."

Brother Wang didn't ask any more questions, and Seth didn't speak anymore.

At this time, it was the old female officer who started chattering instead.

"It's not so much an assassin, I think it's more like a farce. That stupid assassin didn't even find out where you live at night, so he went in casually... But it's his luck, if he comes here , I'm afraid he was killed directly last night."

Because the princes of Egypt basically stayed at the Pharaoh's residence, the security force near the nominal prince's room was not very strong.

Most of the guards of the most powerful pharaoh in Egypt were arranged near the pharaoh's room.

That assassin was not stupid, but unlucky.

Which country's younger brother always sleeps in the king's room?

How could this unlucky assassin know that Wang Di always sleeps at the Pharaoh's side!

The young great priest was so slanderous in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

"Brother Wang, the assassin confessed. He assassinated you because someone behind you ordered him to do so."

Seth spoke bluntly about the assassin's confession.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room turned cold.

Karin's face was downcast.

"Master Seth! Please don't talk nonsense about such things!"

"It's clearly false, so it's okay to say it."

"But this kind of thing—"

Indeed, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the assassin's confession was intended to sow discord between the king and his brother.But even so, once that kind of thing is involved, the seeds of resentment will be planted in Wang Di's heart to some extent.

Karin thought about it, and subconsciously looked at the younger brother who had been silent since just now, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

The young Wangdi lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The next second, he raised his head and laughed loudly.

Obviously, just now he was just lowering his head and laughing, and he didn't laugh until he couldn't hold it back.

"It's really...ha, this kind of thing...haha, it's a plot that even the 'Xiasanlan TV series' (Japanese) doesn't bother to use again, but I bumped into it, ahahahaha!"

Brother Wang was originally sitting on the bench, but he laughed so hard that he fell down on his stomach.

Although some words in the words were incomprehensible, it was obvious that Brother Wang was very happy now.

Although neither Karin nor Seth knew what he was having fun at all.

"What are you doing?"

When the young Pharaoh came back, he saw such a strange scene.

He strode over and sat down, looking at the young high priest with bright crimson pupils.

"Seth, what happened to the assassins that Mahat told me just now?"

Seth was about to answer, but was interrupted by others first.

"Brother Wang~~"

Because the whole person was lying on the bench, almost occupying the entire bench.

When the young Pharaoh sat down just now, he occupied part of the bench.

Therefore, the young brother Wang now has his entire upper body lying on his brother Wang's lap.

He raised his head to look at his brother Wang, his big light purple eyes curved into arcs with a smile.

"I just heard a very interesting thing."

"Ok?"

Leaning his body back casually, Yatum's hand gently stroked the limp hair of Wangdi lying on his lap.

"Seth said the assassin came to kill me."

The temperature of the crimson pupils froze at that moment.

However, he seemed to soften a little while looking at his brother's smiling face.

"...you seem to be happy?"

The young pharaoh cared more about his brother's strange behavior than anything else.

"Because what the assassin said is really interesting."

"what?"

"He said you sent him to assassinate me, Brother Wang, haha~"

"..."

Karin and Seth exited the room.

The old female officer glanced at the room again and sighed softly.

"I really didn't expect Brother Wang to react like this."

She said, "In the royal family, the so-called trust is too luxurious."

"I don't believe it, I don't dare to believe it, I can't believe it... This is what I learned in the palace, and it is also the rule that everyone follows."

Karin's eyes showed a gentle smile as if she was remembering something.

"However, if it is His Royal Highness, he will definitely be able to accompany the king all the time."

She smiled and asked, "Is that right, Seth?"

The young High Priest snorted disdainfully through his nose as his answer.

In the bright room, sunlight fell on the handsome side cheeks of the young pharaoh through the skylight.

A chess set was placed in front of him, and it seemed that he was already halfway through.

On the opposite side, the young Wangdi enthusiastically reached out and moved a pawn one step forward.

The young king stared at his younger brother with crimson pupils, with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Wang? It's your turn."

"No more."

said the young Pharaoh, pushing the low table on which the chessboard was placed away from him.

"Hey—why?"

It was not easy to catch him to play with me once.

"hand."

Looking at the younger brother who approached unhappily, the boy king said.

"what?"

Too lazy to wait for his younger brother to figure it out, he directly reached out to grab the other's left hand and pulled it in front of him.

A gold ring that had just been pulled off a light brown finger was put on a white porcelain finger in the next second.

"With the seal of this ring, you can mobilize less than a hundred of my guards."

said the young Pharaoh, rubbing his brother's head.

Bright light fell into his crimson pupils staring at Wang Di, giving off a soft brilliance.

"...Brother Wang."

"Ok?"

"It's big."

"..."

The author has something to say: Information: In addition to being used for decoration, the rings of pharaohs in ancient Egypt are often used to sign and seal documents and letters, which is a symbol of power.