"It was a moment of utter confusion, as if I heard screams (not mine), the clatter of brass and iron, the beastly roar, and a small commotion. By the time I could react, I was already overturned to the ground, and Siba was leaning over me. I sat up with my hands on the ground, only to find blood on my palms, and I thought I was wounded, but to my horror I found a silver dagger deep into the ribs under my son's armpit - and I myself was unharmed. I exclaimed, and it was a while before the palace patrol arrived, and I learned from them that half of the guards of the Horn Hall were missing, and half were dead. When the palace guards saw that the guards of the Horn Hall were not waiting for their shifts, they sent someone to investigate, and they happened to hear my cries for help. ”

"The rest of the story is a mottled black and white silhouette in my mind, and I am sick in bed like a difficult birth, I can't eat, I can't drink. For I saw the dying pale face of Siba, and his hands drenched in the blood that had flowed for me, and the silver dagger into his body, and at the same time literally into my heart. I asked the maids who were serving me, and none of them knew anything about Xiba, except that Ninglu had taken Xiba back to his palace and looked after him day and night. I wanted to get out of bed and visit Siba, and to see the twins Mai Caw and Michelle, but I was stopped by the guards, and told that the king wanted me to stay in the palace honestly, so as not to cause him unnecessary trouble. So I obeyed, and during this time I saw no one close to me except soldiers and maids—as if I had any relatives among the Ethiopians, ha. Isis let out a soft snort, her expression clearly mocking herself, "Actually, I'm just talking about Nimrod, I only know him among the Cushi, and I am only committed to him, but he hasn't visited me once since the accident. I know he's watching over his son, but he shouldn't just ignore me. Later, I guessed that Xiba's recent situation after blocking the assassination for me was really bad, and it was very likely that Ninglu would be angry with me because of this. ”

"About the fifteenth day after Siba was stabbed, I woke up in the middle of the night, I was lying in bed and did not dare to move, although there was no sound in the room, I could immediately feel someone breaking into my bedroom, and at the same time, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and sour mushrooms. I felt the pressure at the foot of the bed, and I rubbed my eyes, only to realize a large black figure sitting at my feet. I wanted to scream in horror, but before I could say anything, I was overwhelmed by an irresistible force, and someone pounced on me, pinned me down, and kissed me on the lips again and again, and I was so gagged that I couldn't speak, and my hands and feet were confined, but I was calmed down by this. Because behind the smoky smell and moldy mushroom smell is the familiar olive fragrance and civet cat fragrance on Ning Lu's body. He hadn't kissed me so passionately since we had known each other, but today he showed his great passion in this pickled form. It took a long time for Ning Lu to let go of me, and I was almost suffocated by him. By the light of the moon, I could see his face clearly, and his face was so haggard that it seemed that he had aged more than ten years at once, and it was evident that he had been in a state of total fasting for the past fifteen days, with deep-set eyes, a gray complexion, purple lips, and a great thinness in his whole body. The hair and beard, which were usually smeared with olive oil and wore silver rings, were now in a mess, and at first glance they were not cared for or groomed, and they were covered with dust and formed greasy and filthy hair. ”

"'My lord my king,' I could scarcely believe my eyes, 'how did you torture yourself into this?'"

Ning Lu let out a long sigh, the smell almost made me breathe. His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was so dry that it looked like a handful of stones had been stuffed, 'Siba survived. Did you know? Siba finally survived. ’”

So I fell into his arms and wept bitterly. Nimrod's words are great news, my son did not die because of me, thank you to the King of kings, who saved not only his soul when he was three years old, but also his body when he was seven years old. He saved Nimrod's heart and my heart from breaking, saved the royal house of Ethiopia from disaster, and strengthened my love and marriage. We often pray to know the inscrutable intentions of the Eternal King, but we forget that He has been speaking to us through the environment, that every step of the way is tailored for us, every bit, every drop, in hindsight, is always amazing and gracious. "For the Academy

"'You won't blame me, will you, my lord my king?' I looked up from Nimrod's bosom and looked at him. ”

"'I never blame you, Queen. Nimlu lowered his head again and kissed my lips, he had never been so gentle with me, "'I just feel cowardly in my heart, Siba is so heroic in his intention to give his blood for you, if he dies, he must not want me to look at his mother for whom he gave his life with hatred. But I also know that if Ziba dies, there will be a deep chasm between you and me, queen, and we will not be able to go back to the past. I'm just scared, not even on the battlefield. You gave me Siba, and even though you didn't like him at first, you gave me a whole home, and it was your presence that made me know the King of Eternity, and that hell and heaven really existed, not in the traditional way as the ancient people understood, but according to the will of the King of kings, and they were absolutely not changed by the will of the ancient people. Who knows the intentions of the Eternal King, perhaps because I have been too cruel and indifferent to you in the past few years, and if it weren't for the incident of Siba, I would not have realized what a painful blow it would have been for me to lose your mother and son. ’”

"'If Siba really dies because of me, then there is no meaning in my life, my lord the King, what you do not know is that in countless late nights I prayed to the King of kings, and I would die for my son. ’”

"'My God He hears my cry and answers my prayer,' Nimrod imprinted a long kiss on my forehead, 'Queen, have you changed?'"

"Nimlu's sudden questioning surprised me for a moment, and then I realized that he was asking me about my mentality towards Xiba. He, such a cold, stern-looking man, knew all about my psychological condition. The time that Ning Lu stayed with me was not very long, and sometimes I didn't even see him for a month or two. However, Ning Lu clearly understood in his heart that even after the Yinren'er incident, I still didn't really see Xiba as a hard-won parent. ”