Chapter 49 He owes tens of millions

"She's busy right now. Is there anything I can help you with?" Yu Nianqing turned around and glanced at the closed door.

A few strange cat meows came from the background.

"Stop making noise." Judging from the voice, the woman must have gotten up and chased the "cat" out of the room.

She said to Yu Nianqing, "I need to talk to her about this. Little friend, can I have her terminal number?"

Yu Nianqing recalled that she had called her "Si Yun" first and then "Heng Xing," and hesitated for a moment, "Do you two know each other?"

Woman: "Of course, we are friends."

“Sir, I asked you for her terminal simply for convenience. If you want, I can have them eliminate the terminals near you one by one.”

“I believe you are a smart person,” she said meaningfully.

In the end, Yu Nianqing still gave Hengxing's terminal account to her.

*

"Marshal Si, if this happens again, may I be your deputy?" The young man stood in front of her, his eyes shining.

she:"……"

The eldest prince realized his mistake and quickly tried to cover it up, "Oh, I didn't mean to wish for another insect infestation within the empire, I just wanted..."

She said, "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it next time."

Then, clutching the exquisite wine glass, she turned and left. She had been holding that glass all night, and it was probably warm by now.

The Empire's most technologically advanced mask can replicate the blushing face caused by her alcohol allergy.

It wasn't appropriate, so she just casually walked around with her wine glass.

Her gaze swept over the juice in the Omega's hand next to her, and she felt a little envious.

Society is being far too harsh on Alphas.

How can you say that an Alpha who can't drink lacks courage?

"Marshal Si, can we talk alone?" The Omega, holding the juice, blushed slightly for no apparent reason and stepped forward to take her arm.

"Maybe it's an allergy to fruit juice," she thought heartlessly.

It certainly wasn't because my gaze was overly sharp or eager.

She just wanted to drink juice, what's wrong with that?

"Sorry, I don't have time tonight. Let's talk about it another time."

The same rhetoric.

"You said the same thing to me last time, how could I not have time? The banquet has only just begun." His words, spoken in a coquettish tone, brushed against her ear.

She quickly withdrew her arm and subtly stepped back, saying, "Sorry, I have an appointment."

The juice boy followed her gaze to the young man standing next to the painting. His colors were vibrant and his figure alluring, even more captivating than the masterpiece next to him, which was worth hundreds of millions of star coins.

"Why are you Alphas so superficial!"

Watching the boy leave sadly, she felt no guilt whatsoever; instead, she felt relieved and even a little happy.

She turned and walked towards a room partitioned off next to the banquet hall. The handsome young man saw her back and followed her.

The young man sat on the sofa, smiling at her: "Marshal, what would you like to drink?"

Cola or juice.

"A cup of black coffee, please," she replied against her conscience, then casually placed the champagne glass she was holding on the low table.

"It seems they didn't serve black coffee at today's banquet," the young man asked her. "Would bitter tea be alright?"

"……All right."

There was an Alpha in the room whose molars were practically grinding to powder; she wouldn't say who it was.

Bitter tea, really.

It tastes even worse than black coffee.

The young man ordered a glass of strawberry juice; it was bright red and looked very appealing.

Placed next to the brown, bitter tea, it's easy to tell which cup is harder to drink.

The room fell silent. The young man leaned back on the sofa quietly, looking at his terminal. He didn't try to talk to her or come over to touch her inappropriately.

This made her feel very relaxed.

A faint minty scent lingered in the room; it must be his perfume.

It's quite unique; most Omegas use floral perfumes, such as rose, which they hate the most, as it's simply unpleasant to smell.

Being with him always feels very comfortable.

She stared blankly at the night view of the garden outside the window.

After several years of investigation, huge amounts of Star Coins were spent like water.

Compared to others, this amount of money might seem like a small ditch, but it represents all her assets.

On the surface, Marshal Si appears glamorous and successful, but in reality, he is a genuine pauper.

Fortunately, it wasn't a complete loss.

She already knew that Si Yun was not dead and that he was still secretly in contact with Si Cheng. She was the one piloting that old model spaceship.

Furthermore, the detective discovered that the old model spaceship's head was repaired at a high-end repair shop on a nearby planet, within a month of her mother's death.

The result is self-evident.

...

As the clock struck 9:30, she picked up the bitter tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, then very gentlemanly escorted the young man back to the aircraft.

Standing on the ground, watching the aircraft depart with envy, she turned and slowly walked back to the banquet hall.

"A brief separation is for a better reunion," the emperor said, walking up to her and crossing his arms.

She: ...In my opinion, a combat maniac and a philosopher are incompatible.

“His Majesty is very unhappy today.” She turned back to continue looking at the night view of the garden.

None of her good friends who used to drink with the emperor came today; otherwise, she would be drinking with others in the inner hall instead of standing next to her like some inexplicable philosopher.

"Siyun, do you know, out of all these young people, you are my favorite." The emperor reached out and patted her shoulder.

It hurt so much, but she still stood tall and straight.

If this force were given to an untrained Alpha, it could easily knock someone to their knees.

No wonder emperors had few friends.

I heard that the emperor was not popular when he was young, so he was ostracized and driven out of the central star.

But she only dared to think these words in her heart, and dared not say them out loud.

"Actually, thinking about it, I'd rather go back to the army and drink with those old guys than put on this fake smile." The emperor's mood dropped, and even the smile that usually lingered in his voice disappeared. "The first year I joined the army, they kept pouring me drinks for New Year's Eve, but I didn't dare to anymore. It was too boring."

Instead of offering comfort, she replied curtly, "You were the one who laughed."

Who would dare force you?

According to a minister in the Ministry of Construction, whenever he wanted to refuse some of the emperor's outrageous requests, he would think of the bloody human head on the banquet table and then timidly reply, "You are right, I will definitely try my best."

"Indeed." The emperor sighed, then said something surprising, "You're quite interesting. It's a pity you already have an Omega you like, otherwise I would have liked to marry my daughter to you."

Your youngest daughter is only three years old!

Her pupils dilated.jpg

Don't you find it absurd to listen to it yourself?

*

Inside the tightly closed room next door, the terminal kept vibrating, stopping, and then vibrating again.

The bright sunlight was blocked by the curtains, leaving only a dim yellow glow in the room, barely illuminating the view.

A similarly messy curly hair emerged from the disheveled bedding.

Heng Xing rubbed his eyes, picked up the terminal, answered the call without even looking at it, and asked irritably, "Who is it?"

On the other end of the terminal: "...Me."

"You... Your Majesty?"

The voice in the terminal overlapped with the one in his dream. Hengxing looked down at the number in disbelief, then looked up at the familiar room.

She clearly remembered being startled awake by the emperor's shocking words.

How could the emperor possibly know Hengxing's terminal number?

What is this? A combination of dream and reality?

A dream within a dream?

"Hengxing, it's been a long time. I have something for you to do." The emperor's voice came through clearly.

Hengxing felt something was wrong, pinched the back of his hand, and discovered that this was not a dream, but a reality more terrifying than any dream.

"What's up?"

She had a guess in her mind, after all, those were the only extraordinary qualities she possessed.

"Several planets may explode next. I hope you can do your best to ensure the safety of the people of the Empire and prevent the waste of mineral resources," the Emperor said.

Heng Xing: "Possibly?"

The Emperor: "Perhaps we don't know either."

Heng Xing remained silent. This time it seemed more dangerous than the last, and everything was unknown.

The emperor continued, "I'm not a petty person, you know that."

Hengxing didn't believe her, but she really couldn't refuse.

She might be able to escape by herself, but she couldn't leave Mr. Yu alone in danger. Although the emperor hadn't gone mad in a long time, no one would forget the reason for the decline of the royal family.

Heng Xing: "What can you give me?"

Since we can't refuse, we should try to pursue higher benefits.

"I checked, and your boyfriend bought a villa on Yula Star." The emperor paused, then suddenly started joking with her, "You wouldn't admit it back then, but isn't this still him? Sigh, I even thought of marrying my daughter to you before, but it was all a mistake."

Heng Xing: "...The villa, and then what?"

Why can't we get around this issue?

The Emperor said, “The villa, including interest, costs nearly 60 million Star Coins, but the two of you have less than 20 million in savings.”

"Hengxing, is a deposit of 60 million star coins enough?"

Heng Xing thought for a moment and honestly replied, "Not enough. I need more than just star coins."

The person on the other end of the terminal laughed. "What else do you want?"

...

After hanging up the emperor's call, Hengxing collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted, his jumbled memories clashing in his mind.

She's leaving this afternoon.

There's one thing she hasn't done yet.

There was a knock on the door.

After receiving a reply of agreement, Yu Nianqing opened the door and walked in. "Captain Heng?"

The Alpha on the bed lazily rolled over and looked at her.

He stopped in his tracks.

It was the same familiar blond curly hair and the same familiar eyebrows and eyes, but he always felt that something was different.

strangeness.

Author's Note: Captain Heng's request will be left as a mystery and revealed later, but it doesn't seem too difficult to guess. ●▽●

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