Pharaoh

The young Pharaoh sat with his body slightly tilted, resting his cheek on one hand.

He lowered his head and quietly flipped through the papyrus on his lap, only occasionally, he would look up at Wang Di who was lying on the window sill and looking down.

"Don't lie there." When he looked at Brother Wang for the third time, he finally spoke.

The palace was originally built on the cliff on the edge of the Nile, and this room is on a low tower on the edge of the palace.The lower rail of the window is very low, only about half the height of a person. Looking down from the window, it feels like you are on the cliff of a high mountain.

The stone wall of the palace is smooth and straight down, but the part of the Nile cliff below is uneven, with jagged rocks protruding from time to time.

At the bottom, the water of the Nile River is rushing in, beating the stone wall strongly.

Once it falls, the consequences will be disastrous.

The young Wangdi glanced at him and obediently stepped back a little, but he still refused to leave the window, because the scenery outside the window happened to be able to have a panoramic view of the scenery along the Nile River.

Atum frowned, and looked sideways at Seth who was standing aside.Then, his jaw moved slightly towards the direction where Wang Di was standing.

The azure pupils of the young great priest revealed a trace of displeasure, but he still walked quickly to Wang Di's side.

"Brother Wang, don't stand here." He said, reaching out and grabbing Brother Wang's right arm, trying to drag him away from the window, "It's too dangerous."

Can you stop treating me like a five-year-old?

Although I can understand that Atum and Seth said this for his own good, but the overprotection of these two people still makes the game very depressed.

Does he really look so useless that one thinks he could fall out of a window for no reason?

After watching Brother Wang leave the window, the young Pharaoh lowered his head again and returned his attention to the paper on his lap.

He seemed indifferent to other things.Even when Mahat brought in Isis's female officer, or when the woman and child were brought in, he just casually raised his hand to signal Mahat to ask about the situation, and he didn't even bother to lift his head, let alone Said to see the child.

Regarding the question of whether this child is his heir or not, compared with the nervous appearance of the great priests, he looked indifferent.

Until the child was pushed by the woman to call his father but hugged his brother's leg, the young Pharaoh finally raised his head and put the paper on the table next to him.

When the child with bright blond hair called "Father" crisply, everyone in the room had different expressions.

The young Wangdi looked down at the child who was holding his leg, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Seth frowned, seemingly annoyed.

Mahat's expression was rather strange, he seemed to want to laugh but was very confused, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

The woman lowered her head, her beautiful long golden hair hanging down to block the expression on her face.

As the pharaoh raised his head, the atmosphere in the room became more and more strange and depressing, and it was difficult for the adults to speak.

A child who is only three years old probably doesn't understand the meaning of the word "father and king" at all.In the child's ignorant and ignorant mind, it is a code name, just like parents, uncle and uncle, it is just someone's name.

Even if you tell him that you have admitted to the wrong person, he probably won't understand.

Right now, it was obvious that the kid had no idea what Wang Di was saying to him.I saw his tender lotus-like arms hugging Wang Di's leg, and his pink and lovely face rubbed against Wang Di's leg, smiling happily.

"Father~"

He shouted again with his immature and crisp child voice.

The child's soft and bright blond hair looked down from Wang Di's point of view, as if a fluffy golden ball was attached to his leg, it looked like the chestnut ball had turned golden.

Brother Wang, who was still in embarrassment, couldn't help laughing.

He bent down with a smile, and picked up the child who was holding on to his leg.

The child is not afraid of life at all, and is not afraid of being picked up.

He tilted his head, and his big shiny black eyes stared at Wang Di who was holding him for a while.Then, he stretched out his chubby little hand and curiously touched the golden forehead ornament on Brother Wang's forehead.

He retracted his little hand and touched his forehead again.When he realized that his forehead was bald, he pursed his mouth and seemed a little unhappy, but he was very well-behaved, he didn't cry or make trouble, obviously he was well educated.

Then, the child's attention quickly changed places, probably curious about the young prince's porcelain-white complexion, which was different from that of the Egyptians, he lightly touched his cheek with his small soft hand.

He froze for a moment, his chubby little face wrinkled, as if he was thinking hard about why 'Father King' was a little different from himself and others, so he couldn't help touching it again.

Brother Wang smiled, gently stroked the child's soft blond hair, and poked that soft little cheek.

The child didn't cry, he held the white finger that poked his face with his small hand, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly stuffed the finger into his mouth.

Brother Wang quickly retracted his fingers.

The child's big black eyes stared at the finger, and he let out a crisp laugh, and his chubby little hand waved in the air, as if he wanted to grab it reluctantly.

"Why didn't you tell the story three years ago."

Mahat's attention has shifted from the child to the child's mother.

"When the king bestowed me on others, I didn't know that I was pregnant." The woman who had been kneeling down answered with her head down, "I found out after that."

"You didn't lie about the child's birth time?"

"When the child was born, many people knew about it. I think Master Isis should have investigated this very carefully... I told my husband that the child was born prematurely, and he didn't suspect it."

"Why have you been hiding it until now?"

For this question, the woman was silent for a long time.

"I love him so much, that's my child."

Finally, she answered, "At that time, I had already become someone else's wife. If people knew that the child was of the blood of the Pharaoh, you would take him away from me. If that happened, I would never see the child again in my life." To him... I don't want my kids to leave me."

The woman's voice was very low, "Besides, as a child of Pharaoh, many people would want to kill him. I don't want him to grow up in such a dangerous environment. I'm afraid that he will be killed before he grows up." Kill him, rather than that, I would rather let him live his life quietly as an ordinary person."

The woman bowed her head, and she had no right to look up without the permission of the Pharaoh.

Long golden hair hung down softly, covering most of her face, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

"From the day I learned about my father's treasonous behavior, as his daughter, I have already had the consciousness of death." She said, her voice was very soft, but there was a trace of determination, "I know that no matter whether this child is The child you recognize as king, I will definitely die."

"But... my lord, please let this child live for the sake of your blood."

Tears dripped down on the back of her hand pressed to the ground, and the woman let out a mournful cry.

At this moment, she is just a mother.

"I don't dare to expect anything else, please, even if you don't recognize him or send him to a distant place, it doesn't matter, I just hope that he can grow up safely... King..."

Amidst the woman's low sobs, the young Pharaoh finally moved.

He stood up and walked towards his brother.

The young Wangdi was having fun teasing the cute child in his arms. When he saw Atum approaching, he laughed and handed over the child in his arms.

"Brother Wang, be careful not to drop him."

With crimson pupils, he glanced at his younger brother who was smiling at him, and the young Pharaoh reached out to take the little child.

He lifted the child by the armpit with both hands, but with his arms outstretched, he held the child in mid-air.

The Boy King doesn't seem to be happy to let the child get close to his body.

The laughter of the child who had been hugged and laughed happily by Brother Wang stopped abruptly. His big black eyes stared at the person who was holding him up in fear, and his round and cute face wrinkled, revealing A look of wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

The crimson icy pupils stared at him, causing him to struggle a few times in fear, but he didn't dare to move immediately, just looked around coweringly, when he saw the kneeling woman, the child eagerly stretched out his hand to his mother , seems to want his mother to take him away from this terrible person.

The two don't seem to get along well...

The young brother Wang who stood aside looked at the scene in front of him, not only found it funny.

Atum doesn't look like he's good at dealing with kids at all.

"His Royal Highness, can I trouble you to get the golden blocks?"

"Huh? ... Oh, yes."

Mahat's voice made Wang Di react, and looked around, and found that the golden building block was lying quietly on the table next to the place where the Pharaoh was sitting just now.

Just use this to touch that little boy... Even if you make a mistake, as long as you remove the building block in time, there shouldn't be too much danger, after all, Keya did the same thing last time.

Thinking so, the young Wangdi turned around and wanted to walk towards the table with the golden building blocks.

"no need."

The blocking voice came from the young Pharaoh.

He took a few steps forward, throwing his hands casually, as if throwing away the garbage in his hands.

"Brother Wang!!!"

The child who was thrown out the window fell vertically through the air.

The rock protruding from the cliff smashed his small head.

The water of the Nile River made a slight plop because of the falling weight, and the blood on the surface of the water was quickly washed away by the surging waves.

The moment when there was no time to let out a cry——

At the moment when the young Wangdi desperately stretched out his hand, it was too late to stop——

At the moment when the people in the room didn't even have time to spit out a breath——

"King! There is no conclusion yet, you—"

"Even if he is really my heir, so what?"

The figure of the young pharaoh bathed in the golden sunlight coming in from the window is so handsome and upright, and the golden Eye of Horus on his forehead emits a dazzling and dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

His crimson pupils were as bright and cold as the bright red bloodstains on the rock protruding from the cliff.

"Mahat, do you think I will allow the blood of sinners to stain the sacred blood of the Egyptian royal family?"