Chapter 6 Today the stars still rise
Bloodline? Heir?
Aiden's thin lips were pursed into a line, and sarcasm spread in his heart.
He has fought in many battles, licked blood from the blade, and his hands are stained with the blood of Zerg and rebels. He is no longer a "complete" person.
From the day he personally cut off the past and sat on this bloody throne.
He knew clearly that there would no longer be any "offspring" in his life.
The extinction of his family line was the punishment he sentenced himself, and it was the complete end of this drama arranged by fate.
But now, what does this damn golden light mean?
Aiden closed his eyes, but the vague dream emerged uncontrollably in his mind -
A small, soft ball, with a faint scent of milk, nestled unconsciously in his arms, just like he had relied on his father's arms and followed his brother many years ago.
He once thought it was just an illusion caused by nervous tension and a warning of mental overload.
Now, that dream clearly overlapped with the golden light in front of his eyes, like a blunt knife, slowly and firmly tearing open the barrier.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing that Aiden showed no reaction, Soren took a few steps forward, almost falling at his feet.
"This is a joyous event that hasn't happened in the empire in hundreds of years! Your Majesty, please give the order! We will immediately dispatch a fleet to bring back... to bring back the royal bloodline!"
Take it back?
Aiden savored the word slowly on his tongue.
Like an unripe green apple, it brought a sharp sting to his numb taste buds that he had long lost.
"A signal of unknown origin."
He repeated slowly, word for word, "In that chaotic place."
His eyes swept across the small coordinates on the light screen representing "G-725 Junk Planet".
Whose bloodline?
His bloodline?
How is that possible?
Prime Minister Soran was frightened by the cold aura emanating from Aiden and subconsciously took a half step back, but the ecstasy and persistence in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
"Your Majesty, the sensor cannot be wrong!"
He argued eagerly, "This is the oldest bloodline sensing array, directly connected to all the past bloodline records of the royal family. Unless it is from the same high-purity bloodline, it would never trigger such a strong reaction!"
Aiden's fingers clenched tighter.
What is the concept of offspring?
A... little cub that calls him father?
In his mind, that vague baby voice appeared again, this time with a hint of grievance.
The baby voice was about to speak, shouting out the word he least wanted to hear.
Then the hem of the emperor's uniform drew a cold and hard arc.
He no longer looked at the golden spot on the screen that symbolized life and hope, nor did he pay attention to the sobbing of the Prime Minister behind him, nor did he look at the ecstasy of other ministers who had survived the disaster.
He, Aiden Eslan, was cold-blooded and ruthless, and had destroyed all the bonds with his own hands. How could he possibly... have such a weak emotion?
He suppressed all the emotions surging in his heart.
Whether it was a conspiracy or an accident, the appearance of this "blood signal" had touched his bottom line.
He took a step, and his military boots stepped on the cold metal ground, making a clear and monotonous "thump thump" sound.
He walked straight through the alloy door that slid open automatically
Aiden simply nodded to Chief Secretary Gavin Gray, who was waiting at the door.
Gavin followed silently, half a step behind the monarch, like the most precise shadow.
Behind him, the light was still bright.
The ministers looked at each other in confusion, and the air was filled with inexplicable tension and speculation.
His Majesty said nothing and did not issue any instructions in public, but left with the Secretary General.
Was it handled privately and with lightning speed? Or was there a more secretive plan?
The old ministers know it clearly.
The Secretary-General serves the monarch alone, not the empire or the royal family, and he is only loyal to the highest will.
Soran wiped his tears and felt a little relieved.
No matter how harsh your Majesty's words are, your actions are always honest.
**
Alarm bells rang in Gavin's heart.
Over the past few years, no more cubs were born in the Etheran family, and the others also passed away or disappeared.
Currently, the only one still active in the background is His Majesty Aiden.
This new bloodline can be said to be the hope for the future of the empire!
But His Majesty's reaction...
Swearing on the honor of the Grey family's generations of serving the royal family, it is definitely not the joy of having a successor. The indifference and coldness that are almost condensed into substance are more like the displeasure after the perfect plan is broken by an uninvited guest.
This is strange. Isn't the Etherland family always known for loving their young and being extremely protective of their children? Especially the previous generation...
As soon as this thought came to mind, Gavin suppressed it.
Royal secrets.
That thing that must never be mentioned.
The Gray family's duty is to serve and to execute.
He quickly suppressed his surprise and doubts, and his face returned to the calmness of deep water.
Walk through the corridor and enter the emperor’s private study.
His Majesty Aiden stood behind the desk with his back to the door.
Gavin stood with his hands down, holding his breath and waiting, his mind rapidly clearing away distracting thoughts:
What does Your Majesty need?
Aiden didn't turn around. "Notify General Gu Changfeng."
Gavin understood and immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He paused for a moment, his voice lower and more cautious, with just the right hint of invitation, as if he was just confirming the details of the execution:
"Your Majesty, do you need me to arrange for an attendant?"
He asked the question very tactfully, wrapping the core question of "Will you go in person?" in a request for instructions on the attendant's arrangements.
His Majesty Aiden did not respond.
Silence is also a form of rejection.
Gavin's heart tightened slightly, but his face didn't change.
This is the answer.
How could His Majesty go to that chaotic, dirty garbage planet on the edge of the empire's territory for an unidentified and suddenly appeared "blood relative"?
"Immediately convey your orders to Admiral Gu and coordinate matters concerning the fleet and accompanying personnel."
He was quickly thinking about the follow-up arrangements in his mind.
Just as Gavin was about to leave to carry out his mission, His Majesty, with his back to him, spoke again without warning, adding a crucial sentence:
"Just looking for someone."
Three words fell.
Gavin felt relieved.
No additional instructions were issued that might involve disposal, no "identity confirmation", no "bringing back", and certainly no more of the terrifying "resolving the issue on the spot" as before.
A huge buffer zone, a huge maneuvering space.
At worst, he could go back and discuss with his family about hiding the child.
After all, this is...
The last and only remaining Eslan in the world.
"Yes! Just looking for someone!"
Gavin leaned deeper into the angle of his back and promised with a sense of relief.
He remained bowed and quietly left the study.
The heavy alloy door closed behind him, isolating him from the suffocating pressure in the study.
Standing in the empty, cold corridor, Gavin allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief.
He quickly straightened his appearance and straightened his back.
Next, he needed to appease the ministers who were still excited and frightened in the blood sensing room.
His Majesty did not go there in person, nor did he immediately issue any decree regarding the "successor". He only sent General Gu to "find someone". The signal in this was enough for those old foxes to ponder for a while.
But Gavin has a good attitude.
At least, His Majesty did not get angry because of their misconduct, especially the Prime Minister's crying, and did not order everyone to be beheaded to make them shut up and keep the secret.
This is God’s great mercy and... well... wisdom!
A faint smile appeared on Gavin's face.
As expected, His Majesty is always so far-sighted, controlling the empire and forging ahead in the predetermined direction.
He drew aside the curtains.
Today, the majestic stars still rise.
**
study.
What Gavin didn't know was that as soon as he left, a figure appeared beside Aiden.
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