Blood
1852 Words
The battle cries of soldiers could be heard within a few miles. Swords clashing and the iron-like scent mixed on earth. Whoever these outsiders that followed the Prime Minister Idjimo blindly were ferocious.
Bei Yong grinned as he commanded this legion using the strategy he proposed to the general before.
He was from an allied family of the Prime Minister. The secret alliance of people who were barely a part of Great Lang’s Ancient Lineage.
His sharp eyes glimmered as things progressed his way. He sent his men in two different directions. One moved forward and engaged in the front lines while the other half attacked the rear, blocking the enemy’s retreat and supplies.
He scanned the village they were in right now. It was still a part of Great Lang but almost near the border. People who lived here were a mix of the two countries.
How could he be sure that all the people here were from their own country? Either way, eliminating both won't cause them trouble.
He looked down on the begging family in front of him, wishing to spare their lives.
Bei Yong smiled cunningly as he raised his sword, but before he could act out his evilness, arrows rained from the sky, piercing the roofs and gates of the villages.
Someone jumped at him, Swords clashed. It was the man earlier.
Bei Yong looked around in confusion. Why were there so many enemies right away? That’s when he realized there were no civilians around anymore. He froze.
Chunan soundlessly walked towards the lieutenant general.”Surrender.” He pointed his blade at Bei Yong’s neck.
“Hah? Even if you subdued us, you can not stop our main force. We will make sure that the palace of Chrysanthemum will fall in our hands.”
Before Chunan could respond, he heard some clip-clopping sounds. He turned to see Yoshimura approaching, still mounted on his horse. “My Lord.”
“This is good,” wIth booming voice, he ordered, “Capture all their leaders, subdue their subordinates. Zhuangjin will handle it when everything is done on his side.”
“Yes, My Lord,” the soldiers said in unison.
Bei Yong gritted his teeth, “So, those useless Princes are still alive? Ah! So we, people of mixed blood, would be mistreated once again.”
Yoshimura spurred his horse then halted in front of Bei Yong. “Lieutenant General Bei Yong, was it? Tell me more about it.” He said it without glancing at Chunan.
Chunan let go of the rope, but he did not leave Bei Yong. Instead, he stood beside him.
“So, tell me about this racial discrimination.”
“How can an outsider understand our suffering?”
Yoshimura stared at Bei Yong for a while, “Bring him back to the camp.”
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Chunan stood beside Yoshimura as they waited for the soldiers to bring over Bei Yong.
“Don't you have anything else to say? No plans on stopping me?” Yoshimura asked.
“Your Highness, even if you pretend to be difficult at times, your judgement has never been poor.”
Yoshimura smirked as he twirled the tea on his cup, “So much trust in your enemy?”
Before Chunan could reply, they brought in Bei Yong.
After waving for the attendants and other soldiers to leave, Yoshimura narrowed his eyes, “Have you sorted out your thoughts, Lieutenant General?”
Bei Yong did not answer. Gritting his teeth, he did not even look at their direction.
Yoshimura drank the tea in his cup. His actions were not noble-like at all when he was in their barracks, unlike when he was in the palace. “You said earlier that I won’t understand the situations of mixed blood but I do. Have you heard of the legend of the male omega?”
Both Chunan and Bei Yong stared at Prince Yoshimura. Of course they knew about it.
Similar to the existence of a very rare Sigma in the middle of an Alpha bloodline, male Omegas could be born amidst the commonly female Omegas.
Based on the legends, male Omegas’ beauty surpasses the moon and the stars in the sky. In easier words, incomparable. However, their scents were heavier, causing them so much trouble.
Male omegas were always scrutinized, attracting both affection, adoration, hatred and jealousy.
“Let’s cut things short. My mother, the King of Kumoshima’s most favored consort, was a male omega.”
He raised his sleeve and showed us a red cinnabar on his forearm. Every male omega’s child will get a red cinnabar in some part of their body, regardless of their second gender..
“As someone different, with a mixed blood, it’s easy to guess what kind and how much of discrimination have I experienced? So, tell me, what kind of abuse did you suffer?”
“Is there a need to explain? They monopolized work, opportunities and supplies, leaving nothing for mixed people like us.”
But who was Yoshimura? He was not some ordinary Prince who played around, bathing in golds and silver, someone who led and won a battle against a fleet attack when he was fifteen. However, even if the news about his victory spread back then, people mocked him for taking credits. But he just let them think he’s a fake, even fanning the rumor about him.
Why would someone want to discredit himself?
People thought he lost the King’s favors because of it. Except for the Inner Minister, no one knew the truth.
The battle cries of soldiers could be heard within a few miles. Swords clashing and the iron-like scent mixed on earth. Whoever these outsiders that followed the Prime Minister Idjimo blindly were ferocious.
Bei Yong grinned as he commanded this legion using the strategy he proposed to the general before.
He was from an allied family of the Prime Minister. The secret alliance of people who were barely a part of Great Lang’s Ancient Lineage.
His sharp eyes glimmered as things progressed his way. He sent his men in two different directions. One moved forward and engaged in the front lines while the other half attacked the rear, blocking the enemy’s retreat and supplies.
He scanned the village they were in right now. It was still a part of Great Lang but almost near the border. People who lived here were a mix of the two countries.
How could he be sure that all the people here were from their own country? Either way, eliminating both won't cause them trouble.
He looked down on the begging family in front of him, wishing to spare their lives.
Bei Yong smiled cunningly as he raised his sword, but before he could act out his evilness, arrows rained from the sky, piercing the roofs and gates of the villages.
Someone jumped at him, Swords clashed. It was the man earlier.
Bei Yong looked around in confusion. Why were there so many enemies right away? That’s when he realized there were no civilians around anymore. He froze.
Chunan soundlessly walked towards the lieutenant general.”Surrender.” He pointed his blade at Bei Yong’s neck.
“Hah? Even if you subdued us, you can not stop our main force. We will make sure that the palace of Chrysanthemum will fall in our hands.”
Before Chunan could respond, he heard some clip-clopping sounds. He turned to see Yoshimura approaching, still mounted on his horse. “My Lord.”
“This is good,” wIth booming voice, he ordered, “Capture all their leaders, subdue their subordinates. Zhuangjin will handle it when everything is done on his side.”
“Yes, My Lord,” the soldiers said in unison.
Bei Yong gritted his teeth, “So, those useless Princes are still alive? Ah! So we, people of mixed blood, would be mistreated once again.”
Yoshimura spurred his horse then halted in front of Bei Yong. “Lieutenant General Bei Yong, was it? Tell me more about it.” He said it without glancing at Chunan.
Chunan let go of the rope, but he did not leave Bei Yong. Instead, he stood beside him.
“So, tell me about this racial discrimination.”
“How can an outsider understand our suffering?”
Yoshimura stared at Bei Yong for a while, “Bring him back to the camp.”
_________
Chunan stood beside Yoshimura as they waited for the soldiers to bring over Bei Yong.
“Don't you have anything else to say? No plans on stopping me?” Yoshimura asked.
“Your Highness, even if you pretend to be difficult at times, your judgement has never been poor.”
Yoshimura smirked as he twirled the tea on his cup, “So much trust in your enemy?”
Before Chunan could reply, they brought in Bei Yong.
After waving for the attendants and other soldiers to leave, Yoshimura narrowed his eyes, “Have you sorted out your thoughts, Lieutenant General?”
Bei Yong did not answer. Gritting his teeth, he did not even look at their direction.
Yoshimura drank the tea in his cup. His actions were not noble-like at all when he was in their barracks, unlike when he was in the palace. “You said earlier that I won’t understand the situations of mixed blood but I do. Have you heard of the legend of the male omega?”
Both Chunan and Bei Yong stared at Prince Yoshimura. Of course they knew about it.
Similar to the existence of a very rare Sigma in the middle of an Alpha bloodline, male Omegas could be born amidst the commonly female Omegas.
Based on the legends, male Omegas’ beauty surpasses the moon and the stars in the sky. In easier words, incomparable. However, their scents were heavier, causing them so much trouble.
Male omegas were always scrutinized, attracting both affection, adoration, hatred and jealousy.
“Let’s cut things short. My mother, the King of Kumoshima’s most favored consort, was a male omega.”
He raised his sleeve and showed us a red cinnabar on his forearm. Every male omega’s child will get a red cinnabar in some part of their body, regardless of their second gender..
“As someone different, with a mixed blood, it’s easy to guess what kind and how much of discrimination have I experienced? So, tell me, what kind of abuse did you suffer?”
“Is there a need to explain? They monopolized work, opportunities and supplies, leaving nothing for mixed people like us.”
But who was Yoshimura? He was not some ordinary Prince who played around, bathing in golds and silver, someone who led and won a battle against a fleet attack when he was fifteen. However, even if the news about his victory spread back then, people mocked him for taking credits. But he just let them think he’s a fake, even fanning the rumor about him.
Why would someone want to discredit himself?
People thought he lost the King’s favors because of it. Except for the Inner Minister, no one knew the truth.
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