In the end, they were able to have a meal together as they had hoped.
The two brothers, however, felt extremely uncomfortable while eating.
There was an aura between Qianyuan and Zejin that no one else could interfere with, not to mention that Zejin ignored his two confidants the whole time.
Just like when he took care of Qianyuan before, Zejin had no airs of a king. He was like a foreign boy who was still a hostage a few years ago, working hard and serving Qianyuan. He carefully cut mutton for the little guy and even fed him small pieces of it.
They served the king with even greater care and perfection than his trusted confidants usually did.
"Is this the king? Even his manner of serving others is more professional than ours..."
The trusted elder brother: "Shut up! Eat now, and get out of here!"
"Our radiance is so dazzling that it's almost affecting Queen Wangzhui!"
The younger brother, reluctant to part with a leg of lamb, was pulled away by his older brother to say goodbye.
Now only the two of them were left in the tent.
Qianyuan actually quite liked those two lively troublemakers from earlier.
At least I won't have to be alone with Zejin.
He can't control his heartbeat whenever he's alone with Zekin.
That's so strange.
"Your Highness."
Zejin seemed completely unaware of what Qianyuan was thinking, and simply fed him a spoonful of soup:
"Open your mouth, be careful it's hot."
Damn it, he's beholden to those who feed him, and Qianyuan can no longer control the intermittent pain in her conscience.
When Zejin wiped the food crumbs from his mouth, Qianyuan looked up, and the feeling of their eyes meeting was like a kiss.
Qianyuan looked away, then turned back with a death-defying resolve:
"I'll give you back the kiss I owed you earlier. I'm a good dragon, and I would never do anything to bully people."
Zejin's eyes darkened, and he slowly began to wipe his fingers, one by one, from the slender fingertips to the rough knuckles, and finally to the base of his fingers.
Then, he grabbed Qianyuan's chin and kissed her:
"You owe me so much from before, don't try anything underhanded."
Qian Yuan wanted to resist, but Ze Jin, in a moment of confusion and passion, personally handed over the bargaining chips to Qian Yuan:
"Give me one more kiss, and I'll return a city of Chicheng in Dayu."
Qian Yuan was taken aback.
The next second, the little guy bumped his mouth and started bleeding, then burst into tears.
It might also be because he hasn't transformed back into his dragon form for too long.
After all, dragon language is Qianyuan's first language.
Zejin was so cute when Qianyuan spoke to him in a soft, human voice, using dragon language: "Show me your dragon horns. Okay?"
Qian Yuan learned to be equally demanding from Ze Jin: "Then unlock my Immortal Lock Bracelet."
Zejin replied instantly: "No."
Qianyuan snorted, called her stingy, and turned over so that her backside was facing Zejin.
Zejin said quietly, "I advise you not to treat me like that."
Qianyuan turned around and protested with her messy, sticking-up strands of hair.
A low laugh came from above Qianyuan's head.
But Qianyuan couldn't remember what happened next.
In the days that followed, word spread throughout the Western Regions soldiers' camp that the king had captured the most beautiful spirit of Dayu and was going to take her back to marry him.
They were all curious about the effusive descriptions of the fairy's beauty from those who had seen her. In addition, since he had a beauty in his arms, the king had never spent the night outside the tent again, returning early every day with a little something to amuse someone. Even newlywed men couldn't be more so.
But the king hid it too well. Even though the soldiers spread the word, apart from a very few people who were able to catch a glimpse of the fairy's face, no one else had any chance at all.
They both longed for it and regretted it.
Until an enraged ghost gradually approached them, raised its longsword, and pierced through the heads of several men.
Emperor Chongle, clad in blood-stained armor, rode galloping towards them. Beside him was the Shadow Legion, a joint force of the Western Depot and the Shadow Guards, swiftly and silently infiltrating the enemy camp to search for any trace of the young prince.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Before being discovered by the alien race, they had already infiltrated deep into the territory. The alien race was in a panic and on high alert, unable to distinguish whether the people around them were friend or foe, and the situation fell into complete chaos.
Qianyuan was awakened by Zejin. He knew that he could not escape with Qianyuan this time, so he could only lower his head and kiss his lover tightly, leaving his breath on Qianyuan's side even more forcefully and deeply.
"Zejin!!!"
Emperor Chongle's roar shattered the sky. Zejin opened his eyes, gripped the sword beside him, and before he turned to engage in battle, Zejin shattered the bracelet on Qianyuan's foot.
"I would rather you be free than love you."
"Fly, and remember to wait for me in the distance."
Zekin said to him.
He gave Qian Yuan a deep look, and against the backdrop of the battle, his heterochromatic eyes were completely and profoundly imprinted on Qian Yuan's heart.
[Ding, the system is now online.]
"Long time no see, host."
When the main system's voice appeared in Qian Yuan's ears, his last forgotten memory finally returned, and all his emotions and love resurfaced in his mind.
"My Lord..."
"Squad leader."
"Your Highness..."
His lover's voice whispered in his ear, "I love you."
Qianyuan had fully realized what was happening, but it was too late.
He saw his lover and his closest relatives fighting each other, not for their own selfish desires, but for the people of their country.
This is a duel between kings.
How could a thousand fates interfere?
He could only watch helplessly as Zejin plunged the sword into Emperor Chongle's heart. Tears welled in his eyes. He wanted to see what his father was saying to him, but he couldn't see clearly, he really couldn't see clearly.
He could only watch as Emperor Chongle fell off the cliff and his figure disappeared completely.
The true dragon let out a mournful cry.
It seems they are mourning for Emperor Chongle.
The warriors who witnessed His Majesty die by the swords of the Western Regions went mad. Blood stained their eyes. The war raged on and on, and it was time to settle the scores between the nation and the people.
That day, the Great Yu achieved a great victory.
On that day, Emperor Chongle died in battle on the frontier.
On that day, everyone, the living and the dead, saw the sorrowful dragon circling in the sky.
The dragon's tears turned into spring rain, washing away all the pain.
Thus, the centuries-long conflict between the Great Yu and the Western Regions finally came to an end.
In the land they longed for until their dying breath, they found solace for their souls.
At this moment, the system notification sounded: "The target is dead, and the emotional value of the people attached to the target has dissipated. This mission to collect emotional value has failed, and the countdown to leaving the small world has officially begun."
Qianyuan did not believe it.
He couldn't believe his all-powerful father could die.
He also didn't want Zekin to do something so irreversible.
He will go and find it; he will definitely find it.
Qianyuan said to the main system for the first time, "Please, give me a few more days, please."
The main system didn't say much, only replying, "Okay."
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