Chapter 95
An Zhi watched eagerly.
Aiden Eslan's attitude seemed to soften a lot.
This realization made her feel a little secretly happy, overcoming her original uneasiness.
So An Zhi extended her hand a little further, as if to narrow the distance between the two of them, and as if silently inviting him to accept the bouquet of flowers.
Aiden lowered his eyes and looked for a long time, his gaze lingering on the edge of the cub's fluffy hair and the soft white jade-like cheeks for a long time.
This is a small bouquet of flowers, dotted with some light pink and light green berries.
The shrubs of the Euphorbia cerifera family bloom flowers and berries of different colors with the seasons, but the bushes are very low and are easily overlooked by adults when they glance over.
Probably only little cubs of this height would notice these little flowers and collect them one by one.
For the first time, Aiden Eslan felt the reality that there was a new cub in the palace, one that was related to him by blood.
His heart, which had always beaten only for empire and war, now gave rise to a strange and unfamiliar emotion because of a bunch of inconspicuous wild flowers.
He glanced at the hopeful look on the cub's face.
Aiden hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, with a softness that he himself hardly noticed, intending to take the bouquet of flowers.
The berries of Liuli Yuelei are very fragile and can be blown off by a very cold wind.
The bouquet of flowers in front of me is well preserved in every corner.
Just as his fingers were about to touch the bouquet, "swish", an invisible sharp blade flew out.
An Zhi's eyes were suddenly covered by a big hand, so she didn't see the wind blowing hard across her side, cutting off a leaf from the bouquet.
Aiden Eslan's mental blade was instantly released when he heard a noise deep in the corridor. It passed through the hall and left a huge scratch on the wall, so deep that it seemed to split the wall in half.
An Zhi stood there, confused, and her sight was filled with darkness.
She grabbed her hands that were covering her face.
The hand was huge, covering the upper half of her face, from her forehead to the tip of her nose, with bony fingers and slightly raised blue veins like small hills.
Aiden was a little anxious when he covered her eyes. He felt the warm touch on the back of his hand. He moved slightly, but did not let go. He used his other hand to push out An Zhi's bangs that he had accidentally pressed down.
When the wrist gets close to it, I can hear the slight beating of the pulse. This feeling is very strange, just like the blood flowing in my body is resonating with another person.
This made An Zhi feel at ease, so she simply relaxed and stood there obediently.
After hesitating for a moment, she did not let go of the hand that was originally holding Aiden Eslan, but instead placed her own small hand on Aiden's hand.
His Majesty's hands were much colder than hers. An Zhi thought it was strange, as the fireplace was so hot.
An Zhi's mental power was not that sensitive yet, and what she didn't know was that Americus had arrived.
Just now, Aiden Eslan's mental blade flew towards him.
The moment the mental blade flew over, Americus jumped to the side to avoid being hit, with a look of lingering fear on his face.
Aiden Etherand looked at him straight in the eyes, his eyes dark.
The firelight flickered, but could not reflect any color in his eyes.
A'mo took a glance and felt that the atmosphere seemed to be wrong. He took a step forward to pull An Zhi out, but was forced back by Aiden's calm gaze.
Americus shuddered, feeling the hairs on his body stand on end. He stood at the door of the conference room, as if there was a natural moat on the ground blocking him from the outside.
"Brother, you are too nervous..."
Americus complained dissatisfiedly, but before he could finish his words, the sound of trotting footsteps came from the corridor behind him.
"Your Majesty! Lord A'mo has just been asking me several times about the list of names for the symposium. Do you wish to—"
Secretary General Gavin Gray was halfway through his speech.
He stopped abruptly when he reached a position where he could clearly see Lord Amer standing at the door of the conference room and His Majesty Aiden Eslan sitting inside.
Oh, there is also a member of the Human Resources and Military Department, Yang Jingyu, in the corner, who is trying hard to reduce his presence.
The atmosphere in the reception room was more terrifying than a frozen lake.
The sound of water breaking inch by inch under the ice lake rang in Yang Jingyu's mind.
What did he just hear? Brother?
Yang Jingyu lived for two hundred years, and this was the first time he began to doubt his life.
The only ones who dare to use this name are probably members of the Eselan family.
How is it possible? Haven’t all the Eselans been killed by their King Aiden?
This was a secret that spread like wildfire throughout the empire.
When everyone expected Aiden Esseran, the extremely rational heir, to be able to take control and calm down the internal strife in the Esseran family.
Aiden Etheran first stabbed his father to death on the throne, and then killed all his brothers and sisters one by one.
This seems very different from previous history, yet it is exactly the same.
It's just that the previous generations of Eslan died at the hands of their relatives, but this generation of Eslan all died at the hands of Aiden Eslan.
But then Aiden Eselan announced that he was infertile, and he seemed determined to end the Eselan family with him.
All the Eslans of his time died, and some of them even had their bodies not even buried before they were all sent to Eslan's hometown - the Land of Sleep.
The one and only Aiden Eselan himself was as unshakable as a mountain, and no one could shake his decision.
The die is cast.
The decision shocked the nation when it was revealed.
The flag of Eselan is the red of sword and fire, stained with the crazy blood of the fratricide.
Aiden Esserland seemed to be completely oblivious to the unruly shout. He glanced at Secretary-General Gavin standing at the door and nodded to him.
"you say."
Gavin Gray cautiously pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound calm.
"It seems I came at the wrong time."
Aiden glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said calmly:
"You are very punctual. It's half past seven. It's time for the Secretary-General to report."
The meeting rooms in the palace often have a scheduled schedule. Ministers who have appointments take turns reporting, and when one finishes, the next one takes over, so that all the work that requires face-to-face meetings in a day can be completed within a few hours.
Gavin Gray breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty would not pursue what he had just shouted in the corridor.
Secretary-General Gavin said quickly: "Lord Amo asked me whether the young prince would be included in the list of the interstellar symposium.
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