Chapter 32

After meeting again after nearly a month, both of them didn't know what to say.

Seventeen considerately dismissed the guards.

Therefore, only the breathing of the two people could be heard in the empty palace.

"His Majesty……"

"you……"

The voices overlapped and both of them stopped at the same time.

Milo bit his lip, his breathing a little rapid.

Arthur pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then changed the subject seamlessly: "So, my father is the late emperor?"

Milo nodded.

During the nearly one month that Arthur was in a coma, dynasties had already changed silently.

The female insect rebels occupied the main planet, the tyrant emperor was imprisoned, and the conspiracy about the death of the previous emperor was also revealed.

The tyrant emperor was the late emperor's nephew and Arthur's cousin. He was ambitious and took advantage of the late emperor's weakness after giving birth to poison him.

Fortunately, the late emperor's attendants were loyal and fought their way out of the coup and risked their lives to send Arthur back to the old general, his other father.

Arthur grew up safely and smoothly with the old general until he was eight years old, but was separated from the old general in a long-planned plane crash.

The old general searched frantically for ten years.

But no one could have imagined that when they met again, Arthur had forgotten all the past, entered the court as the adopted son of a close minister and a new star in the military, and became the lackey of the enemy who killed his father.

Surrounded by a pack of wolves, one wrong step could cost the lives of both of them, so the old general had to wait for a suitable opportunity.

But the so-called close ministers adopted sons only to make Arthur useless, and the new military recruits were only there to monitor him.

The old general could no longer sit still after watching Arthur fall, so he went to find Milo, who was married to him by the emperor.

"The emperor wants to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of us."

The narration stopped and the palace seemed a little empty.

Milo suddenly didn't know what to say next.

He raised his eyes with a worried heart, but met Arthur's serious face.

The other party has been listening to him carefully.

Milo couldn't help but arch his eyebrows.

The Emperor wants to get rid of them, and he wants to save Arthur.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

A pair of eyes looked at Arthur wholeheartedly, shining like the crescent moon in the sky.

Arthur suddenly felt inexplicably guilty.

"Why?" he asked. "Why are you helping me?"

Arthur had traveled through so many worlds that he had forgotten all about his eight and eighteen years old. He just couldn't understand why Milo agreed to marry him? And why he would hand over the kingdom he had worked so hard to build to him?

"Because you told me to fight against fate."

Milo smiled at him.

"I want to change our destiny."

Warm eyes and eyebrows, scattered sunlight falls on the snow-white hair.

Arthur felt like something was pulling at his chest.

"that……"

There was a sudden knock on the door and a furry little head poked in.

It's a little child.

The child was very clean, but he had yellow hair that was a sign of malnutrition, and his arms were so thin that only bones were left sticking out.

"Father."

The child shouted crisply.

Father?

Arthur's brain froze for a moment, and then he seriously thought about who this child who appeared out of nowhere was calling.

The child quickly broke into a trot and timidly hid behind Milo, only revealing a pair of alert and curious eyes like a little animal, looking at Arthur.

"This child..."

Arthur looked at Milo.

Milo's chest rose and fell slightly as he pushed the child in front of Arthur.

"Call me Father."

"Father." The child called obediently.

Milo's eyes were a little nervous, and he gently placed his palm over the child's ear:

"I found this child on the battlefield. His father died, and he, a young female insect, couldn't survive, so I... I'm sorry, if I acted on my own, I will immediately..."

Send him away.

Milo should have said so, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He looked at Arthur with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

Arthur slowly crouched down and met the child's gaze.

The child blinked his black eyes, which looked like longan seeds, feeling a little helpless.

Completely unaware of what was happening, the child instinctively sought comfort from the adult he trusted most and looked up at Milo.

"Heroic Lord."

Milo panicked.

Arthur softened his expression and rubbed the child's red, chapped face with his knuckles: "His eyes are very similar to yours."

Milo was stunned, and the hand that was around the child's ear unconsciously loosened.

"I?"

Arthur suddenly realized.

What are you talking about?

He shook his head: "Nothing, what's the child's name?"

"Safety."

As if sensing that Arthur was not a bad person, the child mustered up the courage to speak, looking at Arthur seriously:

"My father said he hoped I could grow up safely, so he named me Ping An."

Arthur's heart melted.

He curved his eyebrows and rubbed Ping'an's head with his broad palm: "Don't worry, your father's wish will definitely come true."

Ping'an's eyes turned red in an instant, and he bit his lip and nodded heavily.

Arthur patted Ping An's arm soothingly and stood up: "Go back and be with your father - Milo?"

Milo was still strangely distracted for some reason.

Arthur was a little worried and used his palm to feel the temperature of Milo's forehead: "You haven't recovered yet? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Milo's lost pupils finally focused and he shook his head: "No, I just—"

"Brother Seventeen!"

Ping An suddenly shouted excitedly.

Outside the palace gate, Seventeen waved to Ping An, as if catching a taxi during the evening rush hour: "Hurry up, hurry up, your father and father are going to make love! We don't want to watch!"

The big one carried the small one and ran away without a trace. Before leaving, he did not forget to close the door of the temple for them.

The empty palace fell silent again.

Arthur returned his gaze to Milo.

Milo turned his head away, avoiding Arthur's gaze. He smiled, but it was a bit forced: "Look at them, they are really not presentable."

"It hurts a lot."

This incoherent sentence made Milo speechless.

The corners of his lips stretched hard, but it wasn't a real smile. Milo's body stiffened, tears quickly streaming down his face, the emotions he had suppressed for months suddenly pouring out.

Arthur pulled the man into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I couldn't protect our child. I'm sorry."

Tears wet Arthur's collar, like the damp rainy season, and his breathing became painful.

Arthur closed his eyes and placed his hand behind Milo's head: "You've done well. Don't blame yourself."

——

"Thanks a lot."

Arthur grabbed the hand on his shoulder.

The hand had just combed his long hair, the nails were trimmed neatly and roundly, with distinct joints, and the thin skin covering it was just right for the shimmering water.

Arthur rubbed the side of the other's finger, teasing lightly.

Milo's face, red all the way to his ears, was reflected in the mirror.

Arthur raised the corners of his lips slightly and suddenly interlocked his fingers.

"What's wrong? Didn't you do well last night?"

"Please let me go, Lord."

In an instant, his memory came back to him, and Milo's tongue was tied when he thought of his own embarrassment and exposure.

Ten years had passed, and even though they had been sleeping in the same bed for such a long time, Milo still couldn't get used to Arthur's occasional aggressiveness.

Arthur enjoyed seeing Milo's distressed yet playful expression.

Don't underestimate him. After all, he has been a scumbag for eight hundred years, so he still has some tricks to seduce people.

Arthur chuckled inwardly, feeling smug.

"Lord Seventeen, stay!"

There was a sudden noise outside the hall.

"Oh no!" Seventeen shouted at the top of his lungs outside, "Something happened! Come out quickly!"

Three heads of noble families were hidden behind the grass.

The servants passing by were startled. They saluted hastily and then ran away with their necks stiffened as if they had seen a ghost.

"Did you see that?" Seventeen poked Arthur with his elbow.

Arthur looked solemn.

"How could this happen?" Milo's expression was somewhat distressed. "I'm such a poor father."

Yes, Ping An is... in love.

Ten years have passed, and Ping An has grown up. The malnourished little bean sprout has grown into a female insect with extraordinary temperament, and it is time for her to fall in love.

Arthur's gaze shifted to the light-blond male insect sitting opposite Ping An.

The pair of golden eyes like vipers turned, as if they had discovered their presence.

Arthur frowned.

Maybe it's just an illusion?

Sure enough, the other person smiled, looked away, and took Ping'an's hand.

Ping'an's ears turned red.

Milo took a deep breath beside his ear, and his back teeth clicked.

"Oh, Boss, the child is too old to be kept. Just accept it."

Seventeen patted Milo's back, seemingly fanning the flames rather than comforting him.

"But that male insect looks frivolous."

Milo narrowed his eyes, revealing a sharpness rarely seen in the past ten years.

Seventeen burst out laughing and played with the ponytail hanging down Arthur's chest. "Your Majesty also has pigtails. Isn't that even more frivolous?"

"That's different." Milo glared at him.

Seeing that Milo was about to explode, Arthur took Milo's head in his arms and rubbed it a few times: "Don't be angry."

"You should talk less," Arthur glanced at Seventeen, "how's the situation over there?"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore," Seventeen raised his hands in surrender. "Don't worry, they're very honest. Besides, after that warning before the sutra, I don't think they'll dare to cause any trouble."

There have always been people in the court who are dissatisfied with Arthur.

In the eyes of those extreme male insects, Arthur indulged Milo, a female insect, in interfering in politics, and trained Ping'an, a little female insect, as his heir, which was a real violation of ancestral teachings and a disgrace to moral principles.

Therefore, since Arthur ascended the throne, there have been no end to reactions of all sizes.

Anyway, with Seventeen here, he doesn't need to worry about anything.

Arthur looked at Seventeen.

Seventeen blinked. "What are your instructions, Your Majesty?"

"Why didn't you become the emperor yourself?"

Seventeen was stunned when Arthur finished speaking, but soon he started laughing again and returned to his nonchalant look.

Seventeen whistled, acting like an old rogue teasing a decent man or woman:

"The emperor takes turns, and next year it will be my turn."

"Okay," Arthur nodded, "Do it if you want."

Seventeen was stunned.

Milo beside him suddenly stood up and walked towards Ping'an.

It turned out that the male insect had left.

Upon seeing Milo, Ping An frantically waved his hands and backed away: "Father, please listen to my explanation!"

"Oh no! The kid's about to get beaten! I'm going to stop them!"

Seventeen suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

He disappeared in a flash.

[Light rain.]

Tutu, who had disappeared for a full ten years, appeared at this moment. Before this, Arthur even thought he could stay in this world forever.

But now, Tutu came to remind him that what he saw was just an illusion.

The dream must eventually end.

A cold red light flashed in the Tutu machine's eyes:

[Aren't you leaving? I've been stuck in this world for too long.]

——

"Why doesn't my father believe me?"

Ping'an stood up suddenly, his face flushed red.

"There were many unpleasant rumors about our father back then, but aren't you all just as happy now?"

"you!"

Milo's throat caught and he quickly frowned.

"How do you know this?"

"I just know it. Father, you were willing to believe that the emperor was a good man back then, so why don't you believe that Kyle is a good man now?"

Kyle is the blond male insect with snake eyes.

“To believe is to believe.”

Milo also stood up. The unfamiliar feeling of oppression made Ping An unconsciously take a step back, his back against the wall.

"Because I've known your father for a long time, and I know exactly what a good man he is."

"I, I've known Kyle for a long time too!"

"Long?" Milo chuckled, but there was bitterness in his laughter. "Eight hundred years, countless worlds, have you been as long as me?"

Ping An was speechless.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps, and someone stopped at the door of the hall.

The two people in the hall turned their heads together. Milo's pupils suddenly shook, and the emotion in his eyes was replaced by fear.

"Hero!"

Arthur turned and walked away.