Imperial Crown Prince x Commander of the Imperial Guard

The struggle for the imperial succession has always been fierce, and among the five princes, the third prince is generally considered the least competitive.

His birth mother was an ordinary woman from a remote colony planet who died shortly after giving birth to him. He himself wandered on a resource-scarce border mining planet until he was fifteen years old before being brought back to the palace.

He had no powerful aristocratic financial backing, no deep-rooted political influence, and everyone thought he was just an insignificant background figure in this power game.

So by the time everyone realized what was happening, it was already too late. No one knows how he did it; in just five years, he unleashed a reign of terror with ruthless methods.

The former crown prince was deposed and imprisoned, and all his supporters were wiped out. The other princes either voluntarily submitted or mysteriously "died of illness."

He donned the crown and became the new crown prince of the empire.

The new crown prince, who is ruthless and cunning, is always accompanied by a man who is his personal guard commander.

There are many rumors circulating in the palace about his origins. The most widespread one is that he was the only companion the new crown prince met when he was wandering on a border mining planet. The two relied on each other for survival and forged a bond that transcended life and death.

Later, when the new crown prince was brought back to the palace, he did not forget his former brother and took him by his side, promoting him to the position of his personal guard commander.

This man was taciturn, like a block of ice that would never melt. No matter the occasion, he always stood behind the new crown prince, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

This man's loyalty to the Crown Prince had reached an almost obsessive level. If anyone talked about the Crown Prince in private, even if it was just a careless complaint, and he found out, that person would disappear from the palace the next day.

This is a pair of master and servant who are known for their ruthlessness.

Although the battle for the crown prince position has come to an end, the undercurrents have never subsided.

Karen was once the Second Prince's most trusted intelligence officer. After the Second Prince's sudden and mysterious death, Karen, as one of his former subordinates, firmly believed it was the new Crown Prince's doing.

He had narrowly escaped the new crown prince's purge and had been preparing to avenge the second prince. After lying low for many days, he finally figured out one of the new crown prince's habits: he would go to the royal library every night.

Karen deduced that the key evidence of the Second Prince's murder might be hidden there. So he risked sneaking into the palace, using his knowledge of the palace's defense system to bypass layers of guards and psycho-detectors, and arrived near the library.

Just as he was about to crack the identification lock on the library, a very suppressed panting sound drifted into his ears.

Karen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shut down all his personal electronic devices. When he peeked out from the shadows, the sight before him struck him like a thunderbolt.

Under the moonlight, the new crown prince leaned against the palace wall. And in front of him stood his personal guard commander.

The new crown prince, who was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, had a flushed face, tilted his head slightly, and tucked his hands into the hair of his personal guard commander. His silver imperial robes had slipped messily off his shoulders.

The commander of the personal guards had one hand gripping the prince's waist and the other hand holding the prince's thigh, his head buried between them.

Karen stood in the shadows, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over the prince's bare thighs, where she could vaguely see what appeared to be dark marks on the inside.

His heart pounded, and he instinctively squinted, trying to see more clearly.

It appears to be a few elegant English letters.

E, v, a, n.

That's... the name of the commander of the personal guard!

He stood there, stunned by the scene, his mind blank.

At this moment, the crown prince seemed to realize something. His lazy gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he looked sharply in the direction where he was hiding.

Their eyes met.

Karen was too shocked to react in time. Before she could escape, the prince waved his hand and three sharp blades shot out silently, accurately piercing Karen's forehead.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell straight down, eyes wide open.

At the same time, the commander of the personal guards, who had been lying between the prince's legs, suddenly raised his head. His lips still had a hint of moisture on them, but his eyes instantly turned murderous.

"Who is it?" he asked in a low voice, his hand already instinctively reaching for the dagger at his waist.

The prince merely glanced at the corpse on the ground, as if it were nothing more than an insignificant insect.

"It's just a dirty rat, ignore it."

Then, he slightly raised his thigh, hooked his arm around the waist of the guard commander, and said in a wronged tone, "It's so itchy."

--over--