"Nimrod was the most powerful monarch in the history of the Cushites, and it is well documented in the annals that he ruled over the tribes as never before, ruling them with majesty and fear—never before in history has a monarch revered the King of kings as much as he did, and treated all those who worshiped false gods with such ruthlessness. Even without these new policies, Ninglu has a number of powerful political opponents hiding at home and abroad. Ever since he became king of the city of Shusa and deposed all the sacrificial systems of worshipping false gods, his strength and prestige have never been greater, which means that the forces that are hostile to him seem to disappear without a trace, but they are secretly growing in places that are out of the reach of the human eye and sunlight. ”

"That night, as usual, I came to the Oxhorn Hall, and every time I came to this temple, which was more majestic than before, and the cornices were golden, I could not help but think of that terrible night. How did Siba eat the flesh of the poor nanny under the curse of witchcraft, the abominable dance of the leper in the moonlight, the nightmare of the foolish little maid, the eternal guard who was blind, the collapse of the prince's chamber like a dying giant, the blazing fire that destroyed everything...... And so on and so forth. Although everything before me was completely different from that night, I always felt that I was living in a long dark night that I could never wake up, and I had been sitting in a dead corner all the time, and the light of the heavens had not yet shone on me, or rather, it had only splashed on me as if it were nothing. Isis let out a long sigh and buried his face between his knees, his voice muffled into Sether's ears like a muffled voice through a thick layer of earth, "...... In short, this bull's horn hall is brilliant and dazzling, like a heavenly palace. Even Ninglu's King's Hall was not necessarily more luxurious than this Oxhorn Palace, so his strong fatherly love was once again revealed through these. I don't go to the Oxhorn Hall much in a month, but every time I step inside, I'm struck by the extravagance of the temple - as if I've never been here before. Looking up at the four sides, the Xiao wall is powdered, the carved beams are painted, the golden nails are Zhu Hu, the green tile is heavy, the four sides of the curtain shrimp whiskers, and the front window is cross-turtle back. ”

"The main hall of the Ox Horn Hall is called the Ruby Palace, because both the walls and the steps in the palace are embedded with blood-like bright rubies, and the main body of the Ruby Palace is exceptional, and the gold-covered wall tiles shine with golden light. There are many crystal platforms in the hall, ivory columns, jade ladders, golden seats, fountain bells, etc., silk and satin can be seen everywhere so that it is used as a rag by the maids, and the pearls roll down in the corners like stones, the front eaves are seven cubits deep, the bucket arches, the cornices, the painted dust, and no pillar can be held by four or more people. ”

"Except for the guards on patrol, there is not even a single maid waiting in the Ruby Palace at the moment. I know this is Siba's habit - since the Silver Man Incident, he doesn't like to have too many maids and servants around him, and even if he has work to do, he will leave it to the soldiers of the Oxhorn Palace. Neither I nor Nimlu ever talked to Xiba about what happened that night, and we don't know what he thought or how he felt at the time, but Ning Lu sternly forbade me to talk about it to Siba, but I knew that I should never touch it again. Even Ning Lu and I didn't dare to talk much, as if this was a Pandora's box, and we only dared to cautiously look at the memories from afar, but we couldn't touch them up close, because we didn't know if there was another demon hidden in that box. ”

"I entered with trepidation the innermost room of the Ruby Palace, where Siba's study and couch were attached in one suite. Compared to the astonishing luxury of the outer rooms, it is extremely ordinary, but extremely comfortable. It was more like a tea room for a local aristocracy than a dormitory for Prince Kushi. My steps were silent, but the moment I stepped into the study, Xiba immediately raised his head leaning on the desk and smiled at me, "Mother." The first Chinese website

"'My son. I whispered as I walked over and stroked the horns on my son's head, 'It's getting late, what are you doing with this hard work?'"

"'I must finish today's task,' said Siba, without raising his head, the tip of his pen darting over the pale yellow papyrus, 'Wait a moment, Queen Mother. When he had said so, I went and waited. He was too big for a seven-year-old child, and in a month or two, Siba would be taller than me. My son is so ugly and terrible, and the more I look at him, the more I feel it. His horns were brownish-black, smooth and shiny, finely grained, and symmetrical on both sides, about an inch long. The hair was black, thick as a steel needle, and was braided in braids according to the custom of the Cush men, with gold threads and rings entwined around them, and gold teeth and golden bells at the ends. The back of Siba's exposed hands are covered with yellowish-brown fine curly hair, and the color has tended to darken in recent years. The back of his pants bulged slightly, and there was a small tail hidden in it, and I had thought about asking the imperial doctor or the temple priest to remove the horns and tail of Siba, but before I could finish half a sentence, I was so shocked by Nimlu's anger that I didn't dare to mention it again. Although I was angry afterwards, I also figured it out that no one can guarantee that what has been cut off will not grow back except the King of kings. What's more, Xiba's terrifying face is already known to everyone in the whole land, even if he removes the horn tail, he still looks like a monster, maybe fate is the best way to deal with it. ”

"The relationship between our mother and son has improved a lot in the past few years, but I have never taken Xiba to sleep, not because of anything else, but because I was afraid, but fortunately, Ninglu knew this very well and did not embarrass me in this matter. Many people feel the same way as me, when they look at Siba who is asleep or when they don't see him, they shudder at the thought of his voice and appearance, and they feel like falling into hell, but every time they communicate with Siba at close range, they can't help but be impressed by the eloquence and wisdom he showed at a young age, but after leaving his presence, they will repeat their fear. Amazingly, Siba had a more intimidating persuasive power than his father, he told me to wait, I waited, and I found it strange to myself, even Nimlu couldn't make me wait that long willingly. ”

After waiting for a while, Xiba still didn't stop writing, so I stood up and paced, both to dispel boredom and to urge Xiba. The only thing in the room was the crackling of oil lamps and stoves and the rustle of pen tips on papyrus, and the footsteps of the patrolling guards had not been heard for some time. I thought something was strange, so I paced to the door to listen, and just then the voice of Siba came and almost startled me. ”

"'Mother, I've kept you waiting, I'm done—now, let me hug you. So saying, Siba came from behind the huge square table, and threw himself at me with open arms, but I saw something terrible in his eyes, and I wanted to scream and scream, but it was too late!"