Chapter 9 — Mother of the Spear Dragon

The Thanh Long Crown Prince was once despised, laughed at, and considered a "mixed race" by them, yet he had the bloodline of the original Ancestor, countless times purer and nobler than the Golden Dragon! This truth is like the most resounding slap, fiercely hitting the face of every person who ever laughed at us. Especially Long Nhac Chan. He stood there blankly, looking at the illusion of Thuong Long that was almost as high as the sky, looking at Tieu Nhi in my heart being protected by the illusion. The Golden Dragon bloodline that he was always proud of, in front of this power, was small and humble like an ant. He was wrong. Wrong to the point of being wild. He personally considered the lost glory of the Dragon Clan a disgrace. He once personally killed the biggest chance in his life, even the biggest chance of the entire Golden Dragon clan! Incorrect. In his previous life, he killed it. In this life, I have protected my child. I hugged Tieu Nhi, standing in the middle of the clear light enough to make ten thousand dragons surrender, slowly turned around, looking at the completely stunned man.

“Long Nhac Chan.”

I spoke softly, but the sound was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

“Now, you tell me…”

“Who is the mongrel?”

My question is like a piece of red-hot iron, fiercely imprinted on Long Nhac Chan's soul. His lips moved but he couldn't say a word. On his face, which was always full of pride and majesty, only grayness and obscurity remained. He looked at me, at Tieu Nhi in my heart, his eyes filled with unprecedented regret and pain. The pain was so deep that it seemed to swallow his entire being. If... If he had trusted me at first... If he hadn't been blinded by the so-called "Golden Dragon's glory"... Unfortunately, there is no if. The illusion of the Cang Dragon in the sky gradually disappeared, but the pressure originating from the bloodline still covered the entire field. The drama on Te Thien Dai should also end.

“Where are you?”

Long Nhac Chan finally found his voice again. His voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like his own.

“Put the two criminals Long Nhac Phong and Ngao Nhu into prison, awaiting trial!”

He didn't even dare look at the other two people one more time. Hearing the words "heavenly prison", the last bit of blood on Ngao Nhu's face also disappeared. Her eyes rolled back and she completely fainted. Long Nhac Phong was like a caged animal going crazy. Even though he was escorted by guards, he still refused to scream:

"Your Majesty! I do everything for you, for our Golden Dragon family!"

“You can't treat me like that!”

“Nonsense… that kid…”

He had not finished speaking when he was hit by a dragon energy from Long Nhac Chan, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to make a sound anymore. A solemn Grand Ceremony ended with the two main characters being beaten into heaven, becoming a complete joke. Below the stage, envoys from different clans and members of the Dragon Clan looked at the rapidly reversing events before their eyes, not even daring to breathe loudly. Their eyes looking at me changed from disdain, waiting to see the initial fun, to fear and enthusiasm. Dragon Queen Ngao Bang. Mother of Patriarch Thuong Long. These two overlapping identities make my position at this time become magical and supernatural. That position even vaguely surpasses that of the Dragon Emperor. Long Nhac Chan clearly also realized this point. After processing Long Nhac Phong and Ngao Nhu, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the emotions rolling in his heart. He tried to force a smile that he thought was gentle, step by step towards me.

“Bang Nhi…”

He spoke up, his voice carrying a trembling and ingratiating tone that even he didn't realize.

"Just now... this emperor was confused."

"You and Tieu Nhi have already suffered."

He reached out his hand, as if he wanted to touch me or touch Tieu Nhi in my arms. I hugged Tieu Nhi, without leaving a trace, I took a step back, avoiding his touch. That one step was like an invisible abyss that immediately stood between us. Long Nhac Chan's hand stiffened in mid-air. The smile on his face also froze.

“Bang Nhi…”

The color on his face quickly receded, his voice carried a pleading tone.

“I know I was wrong.”

“I was blinded by pride.”

“I... I'm not a good husband, even less a good father.”

“Can you give me one more chance?”

“We… we start again.”

He started talking incoherently. The golden bronze was filled with panic and pleading. He wants to save. After seeing with his own eyes the supreme glory of the Cang Long Ancestor, after realizing what he had missed, he wanted to risk his life to grasp the life-saving straw that could help him and the entire Golden Dragon clan one step up to heaven. The surrounding elders also looked at me with expectant eyes. That's right. Husband and wife are in perfect harmony. Emperor Dragon and his mother Thuong Long renewed their old love. The Dragon Clan will welcome an unprecedented period of glory. This is the most beneficial outcome for everyone. If it were me in my previous life, perhaps I would have softened my heart. But right now, I just feel nauseous. I looked at his face full of regret. What appeared in his mind was Tieu Nhi's small, cold body in his previous life, the look of him holding the Long Uyen Sword, his eyes as cold as ice. Start over? Based on what?

“Opportunity?”

I softly repeated these two words and then burst out laughing. The laughter was very light but like countless ice spears piercing Long Nhac Chan's heart.

“Long Nhac Chan, do you know?”

I raised my eyes and calmly looked at him.

“Just before the last moment before my rebirth, I lay on Huyen Bang's bed in the cold palace, hearing the sounds of celebration outside for your nephew 'Fake Golden Dragon'.”

“At that time I thought, if I could do it again, what would I do?”

My voice was very calm, as if I was telling a story unrelated to myself. But Long Nhac Chan's body trembled uncontrollably.

“I will…”

I stopped and said each word clearly:

“Let you experience all the pain I have experienced.”

“Let you see with your own eyes what you cherish most little by little turns into bubbles.”

“Let you live the rest of your life in endless regret and the pain of praying without success.”

My words are like the cruelest curse, also like the coldest judgment. Long Nhac Chan's face completely lost its color. His lips trembled, he wanted to explain, wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to make a sound.

"You want to have Tieu Nhi, you want to have the glory brought by Ancestor Thuong Long, right?"

I looked at him, my eyes filled with mockery.

“You want to make up for it, you want to become one ‘good father’, right?”

“I tell you, it's impossible.”

“From the moment you developed murderous intent towards my child because of that ridiculous pride, you were no longer worthy.”