Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 420: Fattened pig

The secret room within the interstellar Palace was shrouded in an eerie stillness, its white walls gleaming with an ethereal glow. At the heart of the room, a translucent capsule held Crown Prince Luo’s motionless body, his features serene yet devoid of consciousness.

The dimly lit chamber, adorned with the solemn portraits of Zeden’s previous kings, seemed to hold its breath as several nobles, their white cloaks billowing behind them, entered with hushed whispers. Their eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, their presence a testament to the importance of this event.

As the nobles gathered around the capsule, a group of doctors rolled in another capsule, emanating a soft hum of technology. With practised efficiency, they connected the intricate cables and wires, bridging the gap between the two capsules. Their expressions mirrored a blend of scientific curiosity and cautious hope, for their task was one of delicate precision.

Just as the final connection was made, a heavy door creaked open, revealing the figure of the ailing King, seated in his wheelchair. Despite the frailty that had taken hold of his once robust frame, his eyes burned with a fierce determination. Clad in nothing but a mawashi, a symbol of his ancestral strength, he exuded a regal presence that time had failed to diminish.

Supported by his attendants, the King rose from his wheelchair, his every movement a testament to his unwavering spirit. Each step forward was an arduous battle against his own physical limitations, yet he persisted, driven by a profound love for immortality and an unyielding sense of responsibility.

With trembling hands, the King reached out for the platform supporting the capsules. His fingertips brushed against the cool surface, his touch both reverent and desperate. The room held its breath as the King’s wavering steps brought him closer to the still figure of his son.

In the faint light, the King’s eyes met his son’s tranquil face, and a bittersweet smile graced his lips. Words unsaid hung heavy in the air, a silent conversation between a father and his unconscious child.

With great effort, the King leaned forward and whispered into Prince Luo’s ear in a haunting murmur, "It will all be over soon. It’s for the good of the people." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Time seemed to stand still as the King poured his heart out to his son who was about to come to the end of his life.

As he prepared to enact his nefarious plan the crown prince’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths before his vital signs began to waver, his once steady heartbeat weakening, as if his life force was slipping away. Luo Muchen lay motionless his once regal features now pale and lifeless.

The king’s eyes widened with panic. "Save him!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the chamber. The doctors, who had been waiting outside, burst through the doors, their faces a mix of urgency and concern. They swiftly surrounded Luo Muchen, their hands moving with practised precision, desperately trying to stabilize him.

The monitors attached to Prince Luo’s fragile body beeped in discordant rhythms, reflecting the chaos within him. His once steady heartbeat now faltered, each beat growing weaker and more irregular by the second. Beads of sweat formed on the brows of the medical professionals, their efforts seemingly futile against the relentless onslaught on the prince’s life.

Lee Ya hidden in the shadows, watched with wide eyes as the scene unfolded. The fact that her half-brother was dying brought so much pleasure to her. She could already foresee her coronation and becoming the first female ruler of the Zeden Coalition.

As the situation escalated further, she could no longer contain her anticipation. She burst through the chamber doors, her flowing gown trailing behind her. "Father!" she called out, her voice laced with feigned concern. The nobles in the room were taken aback by her sudden appearance, confused as to why she would be present in such dire circumstances.

"Restrain her!" the King commanded, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. The guards quickly moved to seize Lee Ya, their hands gripping her arms tightly. She struggled against their hold, her eyes burning with a sinister determination.

Her hands clenched tightly in an attempt to restrain her overwhelming anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. The weight of her emotions threatened to consume her, but she couldn’t let them show. Not now.

"Why aren’t I good enough?" she whispered, her voice trembling with frustration. Her gaze flickered towards Luo Muchen lying motionless and surrounded by doctors desperately working to save him. "I can replace him as the heir... He is a criminal," she muttered, her words laced with bitterness.

The king laughed angrily, his eyes burning with a cruel intensity. Slowly, he paced towards her, each step carrying a menacing weight. Lee Ya’s heart pounded even harder, her breath catching in her throat. She was terrified of her father yet she couldn’t escape the impending confrontation.

Without warning, the king’s hand struck her face with a force that sent her sprawling to the ground. The pain radiated through her cheek, but the nobles in the room remained silent, their impassive faces betraying no hint of concern. Lee Ya trembled as she struggled to regain her composure, her body and spirit weakened by the blow.

As the room spun around her, the king crouched down, his face inches from hers. His voice, cold and filled with malice, whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You think I am desperate to make Luo Muchen my heir," he hissed, his grip tightening around her neck. "You are sadly mistaken... I plan take take his body and continue living just like I took the bodies of my sons generations before."

Lee Ya’s eyes widened in shock, her mind racing to comprehend the unthinkable words that had just left her father’s lips. She gasped for air, her fear mingling with the realisation of her father’s true intentions. The weight of her family’s twisted legacy bore down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit.

In that moment she understood the depth of her father’s depravity. The man she once revered, the king she had looked up to when young was a cruel man consumed by his own desperate desire for immortality. The revelation left her speechless. For years she had envied her half-brother but she didn’t know he was just a fattened pig getting ready to be put on the chopping block.

As the king’s grip tightened further, her struggle intensified. She fought against the rising panic as tears flowed down her cheeks.