Chapter 86 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 21

Outside the car door, Wang Chengxiu knocked on the window and waited for a moment, but the window did not roll down.

This is clearly the Xie family's car.

He frowned and made a phone call to Xie Rong.

Inside the car, Xie Rong's phone, which he had casually tossed onto the seat, suddenly vibrated.

The young man held Xie Rong's wrists with one hand, glanced at his phone with the other, hung up, and then leaned closer to nuzzle Xie Rong's neck with his nose.

Wang Chengxiu stood outside the car for a long time, seemingly waiting for the car door to open, or perhaps waiting for Xie Rong to return his call.

The partition in the back seat slowly rose.

Xie Rong's eyes turned red with anger, but he had never known what shame was.

Once they've tasted the sweetness, all that's left is their nature to pursue pleasure.

His breath fogged the windowpane, which was then wiped away little by little by his trembling fingertips.

"Xie Rong, the seat is wet," Lu Siyu said, his rough fingertips tracing the water on the seat to show him. "Look."

Xie Rong was completely powerless, and slapped him weakly. "Yeah, I specially gave you this food. Are you happy?"

“Happy,” Lu Siyu said in a muffled voice, his dark eyes staring straight at him.

Six months have passed, and the man seems to have no resentment in his eyes, only his persistence in the promise he once casually made to deceive people.

It's like he was born in a slum and was missing a screw; he deserved to be fooled.

"I'm just a little hungry." Lu Siyu leaned down.

Xie Rong's pupils suddenly went out of focus, and his five fingers gripped his hair tightly.

My body was trembling with excitement.

"You really are a wretched dog! I threw you away, and all you do is come back and eat!"

Lu Siyu didn't even harbor resentment, which meant he had no dignity.

Heaven must be very pleased, right?

It seems you really like him; why not stay a little longer?

The cold, electronic voice of the main system suddenly rang out.

Xie Rong couldn't help himself.

Lu Siyu's face was wet again.

Lu Siyu pulled him into his arms.

Outside the car, Wang Chengxiu was still there; his cold eyes seemed to see inside through the dark car window.

I don't know how long I've been watching, or if I can actually see it.

Xie Rong picked up her phone and returned Wang Chengxiu's call.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

"Where are you?" Wang Chengxiu stared out the car window.

"It's none of your business where I am," Xie Rong said coldly.

Wang Chengxiu was silent for a few seconds, then said, "My father came to the academy to look for me suddenly, so I was late."

"Before leaving the academy, I want to see you one last time."

“The reason,” Xie Rong chuckled.

“I will be leaving the capital tomorrow,” Wang Chengxiu said. “My father and Uncle Xie have discussed this for a long time. Now that corruption is rampant in the various states of the empire, the capital is gradually losing control. After you enter the center of the imperial government, you will need a pair of eyes like this.”

"Is the Wang family really willing to do such a thankless and unprofitable business?"

“It’s not the Wang family, it’s me,” Wang Chengxiu said in a hoarse voice.

He knew too many of Xie Rong's secrets. Xie Rong needed him when they were at the academy, but he might not want to see him again.

It's better to leave and become a pair of eyes that Xie Rong must always keep in mind.

"The empire will introduce a new policy by next month at the latest, sending twelve prosecutors to be stationed in various places, but I can't wait that long. I have to go ahead of time so that the local nobles are caught off guard."

"Oh..." Xie Rong responded slowly.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't understand how anyone could willingly do this.

If someone wanted him to be a stepping stone, he would rather die with them than comply.

For example, the Way of Heaven.

The car window rolled down, and Xie Rong's hair, curled and stuck to her forehead, met his gaze through the car door.

"So you were here all along," Wang Chengxiu said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over Xie Rong and landing on a face that should have been executed six months ago.

In that instant, an overwhelming sense of resentment filled his chest.

Why would Xie Rong want to hang out with a special admission student?

Why can Lu Siyu come back even though he's clearly dead?

【Host, you're so naughty.】

Xie Rong curled the corners of his mouth, looking like he was about to watch a good show.

“This death row inmate Lu Siyu isn’t hiding obediently; he actually dares to come out and force me to feed him. He’ll be sorry!” he said maliciously.

"Xie Rong, get down here right now," Wang Chengxiu said coldly. "He's a death row inmate. It's dangerous to be with him. We must immediately notify the prison to arrest him and execute him again."

“It’s not dangerous,” Lu Siyu hugged Xie Rong’s waist, rested his chin on Xie Rong’s shoulder, and stared coldly at Wang Chengxiu. “The king released me. He said I was hungry and could eat whatever I wanted.”

He wanted to drink Xie Rong's water and eat Xie Rong's leftovers; he wanted to find Xie Rong to fill his stomach.

"The King?" Xie Rong looked at him suspiciously.

[Host, you forgot, he is of royal blood. The protagonist's halo has activated.]

Then we'll have to go to the palace and ask them for clarification.

An hour later.

Royal Palace.

Xie Rong was led by Lu Siyu to the front of the East Palace.

"Xie Rong, this is my new house," Lu Siyu said softly, his eyes sparkling, "Can I trade you a good meal?"

Xie Rong scrutinized the imposing gate of the Eastern Palace, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Sure, but once my name is written on it, it's mine."

[Host, the plot has been automatically corrected; this world should not collapse.]

Xie Rong gently stroked the relief carving on the East Palace gate.

In comparison, the Xie family's glory and splendor seem utterly tasteless.

However, the empires in this world value legitimacy and royal bloodlines, so even if the protagonist kills his half-brother, he can escape punishment simply because he is the king's only son.

"System, you promised me you'd let me be the crown prince for once," Xie Rong licked his lips. "I also want to experience what it's like to be the rightful heir."

[Good host.]

As for this world, I'll just play the role of an unorthodox villain for now.

...

In the 117th year of the Mogro Empire, the aging king found the royal bloodline that had been lost and made him the crown prince.

In the same year, the younger generation of many noble families, including the Xie, Xu, and Chu families, officially entered the Imperial Council.

In the 118th year of the Mogro Empire, in the dead of winter, the king died of illness, and the crown prince succeeded him as king.

In the 120th year of the Mogro Empire, the new head of the Xie family became the chairman of the council. The council members gradually formed a one-man show with the chairman as the main figure, and the king's power was gradually lost.

One hundred and fifty years into the Mogro Empire, Chairman Xie passed away at the Xie family estate in his still beautiful and charming years, and the King died of love on the same day.

His appearance was too outstanding, and the gods could not bear to see him grow old, so they let him die young; his destiny was too noble, and the gods would not allow others to aspire to it, so they let him have an eccentric personality.

Whoever the gods favor will receive everything.

The protagonist has died, and the world has collapsed.

[Congratulations, host, the world has successfully escaped.]