Chapter 1288 - 1228: Kiya Returns to Abyanabad (2)

"Seems like you’ve come up with a plan?"

Kiya didn’t hide anything from him and said, "If it weren’t for Paige, how could I let Night Owl revel for so long?"

"..."

"When it comes to playing tricks, who among you can beat me?"

Adrian Desmond sneered, "...You can’t even handle one woman, and you talk big in front of me."

Kiya’s expression froze, hit a sore spot, looked somewhat awkward, "My woman has a temper, but I’m willing to spoil her, I relish it!"

Adrian didn’t bother with this useless talk, getting back to the point, "Tell me your plan."

Kiya also wanted to settle matters swiftly and said, "The plan is very simple. I’ll tell the people of Abyanabad that Night Owl framed me, and it was my body double who died while I have been chased by Night Owl across Freshua, and I’ve finally managed to return.

Then you take your men and storm the Imperial Palace with me."

Adrian Desmond: ...

"The plan is good, straightforward." Kiya smiled.

"Didn’t you say nobody can beat you in playing tricks? I thought you might come up with a very good method, but turns out it’s lacking in finesse." Adrian scoffed.

"Moore is dead, the Royal family of Abyanabad now has no successor, and I suddenly return to storm the Imperial Palace—it’s the mandate of the people.

After all, when I was Sultan, my achievements were quite good, and I was rather popular." Kiya talked with pride.

"..."

"At a time like this, fists are more useful than schemes!"

Adrian frowned and asked a very crucial question, "You say the one who died was your body double, then how do you prove you’re real?"

"My mother is still alive.

If it doesn’t work out, we can do a paternity test. In Orienta’s TV dramas, paternity tests come up frequently, it might work."

Kiya was influenced by Leanne Andrews’ soap dramas, but who is he? The Sultan, with a tremendous ability to learn, he can extract the essence from the crud.

"Has Curly been watching Leanne Andrews’ dramas again recently?"

"Mm, we’ve been watching them together. I think the strategies in Leanne Andrews’ shows are somewhat useful anyway, especially the ways to please women, which I’ve applied with Paige and she likes them.

Once I regain control of Abyanabad, I plan to introduce Leanne Andrews’ dramas to enrich the leisure life of Abyanabad’s citizens."

"My daughter is still a child!"

"Curly said: an adult’s soul resides within her young body! I also find Curly very mature."

Adrian Desmond: ...

"You’re not allowed to watch that garbage with my daughter anymore!"

Kiya corrected him, "It’s your daughter who watches with me."

Adrian rubs his temples, headache brewing, thinking once Sienna Johnson returns, he’s going to find a way not to let his daughter watch things meant for adults.

"Dylan and Curly are about the same age, why don’t they just get engaged? Weren’t you always worried your daughter would be bullied by her mother-in-law? If Curly marries Dylan, and Paige becomes Curly’s mother-in-law, this won’t be an issue."

"In Orienta, cousins cannot marry."

"We are Abyanabad people! Abyanabad people have always married cousins."

"Then why don’t you marry your cousin?"

"If I hadn’t met Paige, I would’ve married my cousin." Kiya glanced at Adrian, "If you didn’t meet Kiya, wouldn’t you have married your cousin too."

"No way! Sienna Johnson would never agree to that."

Kiya wanted to say more, but Adrian directly interrupted, "Stop talking, it’s not the time for this now."

Just then, Gary knocked on the door to report to Kiya, "Sultan, the Minister of the Interior and his contingent have arrived..."

Kiya restrained his expression and said, "Let them in!"

"Yes."

The door opened, and a group of people rushed in. Everyone caught sight of Kiya, visibly emotional, the older ones even shed tears.

"Sultan!"

"Long time no see!" Kiya sat there authoritatively, still the high and mighty Sultan of yesteryears.

"Sultan, are you really still alive?"

Kiya squinted slightly and retorted, "Are you doubting I’m a fake?"

Everyone was fearful, "Sultan, we absolutely have no intention of doubting you, we just... just cannot believe it."

Kiya had his insignia sent to them, yet the sight of it couldn’t convince them that Kiya was still alive.

Kiya observed some still kept doubts and then recounted a few intimate occurrences.

"Byron, when I was five years old, you took me to *** and my mother found out, she ’invited’ your father, do you remember this incident?"

Byron, over fifty years old now, hearing of this incident, his dark face turned red.

This event was deeply entrenched in Byron’s memory.

The Queen Mother specifically invited a wizard from Cagalanga past midnight to Byron’s home, performed rituals in front of Byron’s mother.

Byron was completely baffled at the time. The Queen told him: You are leading the little **** astray, and I have invited your father to settle it.

At the time, Byron’s father had been deceased for many years already.

Byron’s mother was very frightened, after the ritual by the wizard, she dreamt of his father every night, fell ill saying his father missed her, wanting her to join him.

"Sultan!" Byron shouted excitedly.

Kiya continued telling more stories, completely dispelling any lingering doubt among them.

"Sultan!" They submitted, bowed their heads, paid their respects to Kiya, showing their utmost reverence.

"Please sit; I have summoned you here for important matters to discuss."

"We are absolutely loyal to His Majesty the Sultan!"

Kiya was very satisfied with their display and smiled at them, "Please sit!"

All those present were carefully selected by Kiya, their families deeply rooted in Abyanabad while being unwaveringly loyal to him. Now Mohair is dead, with no successor, his sudden return is the mandate of the people.

They took their seats, unable to hide their excitement.

The true Sultan returning is more gratifying to them than to anyone else, after all, after Mohair ascended to power, Abyanabad was thrown into chaos.

"Sultan, the young Sultan is gone..."

Kiya recently discovered Mohair was not his child, so he had no affection for the child whatsoever. Whether Mohair lived or died, he was indifferent.

Nevertheless, Kiya feigned a sorrowful expression, "It’s all my fault for not protecting him well."

Byron immediately offered consolation for Kiya, "No, Sultan, it’s all Night Owl’s despicability."

"Yes, Sultan. That Night Owl now controls the Abyanabad Royal Palace, also trying to make Gith, that scoundrel, the Sultan... Luckily you’re back, otherwise Abyanabad would have been turned upside down..."

"Sultan, in your absence, several of our maritime ******** have been attacked by India as well..."

They began voicing their grievances to Kiya one after another, as he listened, his brows furrowed deeper. He was merely focused on the Abyanabad Royal Palace, not realizing Night Owl had caused such turmoil in his absence.