“From this day forward, you are the Empire’s new Emperor.”
Helena’s resolute and powerful statement caused the surrounding air to fall into a brief silence.
Chu Shiye’s expression remained indifferent: “I’m not interested.”
Helena’s eyebrows rose in surprise, clearly shocked by his unhesitating answer.
Chu Shiye turned to leave, but Helena spoke again: “Wait, can you not understand the meaning of what I just said?”
“I already said,” Chu Shiye’s tone was unchanged, “I’m not interested.”
Helena: “?”
What kind of joke is this? How could anyone not be interested in such a position?
Helena felt completely baffled, but seeing that Chu Shiye was really about to leave without looking back, she immediately stepped forward: “Wait a moment.”
Before Chu could refuse again, she stated directly: “Your Omega needs treatment, and it’s not a physical injury—it’s a mental power impairment.”
“Even though my father is dead, I, too, am a psychic ability user.”
When mentioning her father, Dorn, Helena’s voice was flat, as if she were talking about an irrelevant stranger.
In fact, she somehow knew her father had already died—at the hands of the two people before her.
And now, she simply said to Chu Shiye calmly, “Come with me, I can treat him.”
Chu Shiye turned his head, and not far away, Dirk and Jagger nodded at him slightly, signaling that Helena could be trusted.
Chu Shiye lowered his gaze. In his arms, Ji Mian’s face was pale as he quietly leaned against his shoulder, his brows faintly furrowed.
Chu Shiye’s expression darkened. This time, he finally relented: “Alright.”
Helena: “Then, let’s go.”
She turned, and the maids around her quickly gathered, following respectfully.
In the hallway corner, a noble lady with reddened eyes approached, bowing slightly to Helena. “Your Highness, please accept my condolences…”
“Condolences for what?”
Helena replied.
“Go and report to my mother instead. At such a young age, I’ve lost my husband—she must be delighted for me.”
The Lady: “…”
The lady hesitated briefly, then quickly nodded and left.
Helena tilted her head slightly. Behind her, Chu Shiye remained expressionless—neither questioning nor surprised.
Helena thought: So young, yet so composed—it’s hard to figure him out.
“I wasn’t a third party between your mother and North.” Perhaps trying to explain, Helena began speaking first. “At the beginning, I didn’t even know your mother existed because my father rarely let me leave the house. Besides, both he and North hid your mother’s existence from me.”
“At first, he behaved decently, and I was deceived. But on our wedding day, he suddenly went mad, talking about how Catherine had left him and how he had to get her back—that’s when I found out everything.”
By now, they had reached an empty room in the palace. Although Helena was dressed in an elegant gown and carried herself gracefully, she made a motion as if she were about to vomit.
“Abandoning others while pretending to be deeply devoted—disgusting. I hate that kind of person the most.”
Chu Shiye remained silent, gently laying Ji Mian on the white bed, pulling up the blanket and carefully tucking it in. He gently brushed aside a few strands of Ji Mian’s dark hair and sat beside the bed, holding his hand.
These movements were natural, as if he had done them countless times before. Helena observed it all and thought of the wretched dead man, feeling even more disgusted.
She stepped forward, her slender, fair hand hovering over Ji Mian’s forehead. A ball of white light emerged, slowly merging into Ji Mian’s body.
The process was brief, lasting only a few minutes before Helena withdrew her hand.
She fell silent.
This person was incredibly powerful.
So young, yet possessing such immense mental strength—far beyond what she could compare to.
Even as an A-level psychic ability user, she found herself unable to provide full mental therapy for this person.
It was like facing an endless, boundless ocean.
Still, Helena had done her best and could only say, “Let him rest for a while longer.”
“I need to take care of some people first. During this time, don’t wander around.”
Chu Shiye had never mentioned the sea of flowers beneath the palace, but he could tell that Helena was aware of it. The people she was going to deal with were likely connected to that place.
So, he simply said, “Thank you.”
Helena: “My help isn’t free. I’ll explain it clearly when I return.”
Lifting her gown, she turned and left the room.
Chu Shiye sat quietly by the bed, his hand falling gently to caress Ji Mian’s face, cherishing the touch.
Perhaps sensing his presence, Ji Mian’s furrowed brows slowly relaxed slightly.
Chu Shiye thought: I want to hold him.
He adjusted his position, preparing to take Ji Mian back into his arms, when the door was lightly knocked.
Chu Shiye immediately stood up, opening the door silently and quickly. Outside stood his uncle, Jagger.
“The Berlon family doesn’t dislike the Empress. After all, she’s just an innocent victim.”
This was the first thing Jagger said upon entering.
Chu Shiye didn’t reply but instead picked up his communicator and sent Jagger a message: I know.
Jagger glanced at Ji Mian, still sleeping behind Chu Shiye, and thought: Young couple.
So, he also picked up his communicator and sent Chu Shiye a message: North died of illness. Everyone knows he was bedridden for years.
Chu Shiye: Ji Mian and I killed Dorn.
Jagger: Doesn’t matter.
Jagger: A dead S-level psychic user versus two living, powerful S-level ability users—it’s obvious which is more important.
Jagger: Besides, killing him proves that you’re stronger than he was.
A string of messages popped up. Chu Shiye seemed to anticipate what Jagger would say next. Putting down his communicator, he looked him directly in the eyes.
Jagger said softly, “Your mental projection is a white dragon, a sacred bloodline unseen in the royal family for years. Everyone will acknowledge you.”
Chu Shiye: “So, you and Grandpa hope that I’ll stay here.”
Jagger: “Logically speaking, we need you to take that position to bring glory to the Berlon family.”
“Emotionally speaking… it’s not a position worth occupying,” Jagger said. “North died under suspicious circumstances. Although you’re stronger than he was, you’re still very young.”
“So, we won’t force you. The decision is entirely up to you.”
Chu Shiye shook his head. “I won’t decide.”
His gaze remained fixed on Ji Mian, unwavering. “I’ll listen to him.”
Jagger: “…Oh.”
Inseparable young lovers.
After a moment of thought, Jagger added, “Although young Mr. Ji comes from the Federation, he is very powerful.”
“The only S-level support-class Omega—he’s more than qualified to become the Empress of the Empire’s new emperor.”
“If you bond with him, you two could definitely produce exceptional children…”
Chu Shiye: “He’s undergone surgery. He can’t have children.”
Before Jagger could respond, Chu Shiye added firmly, “And I don’t want children.”
Back on Planet E-13, Ji Mian had shown a fondness for younger children from the interstellar school.
…Chu Shiye couldn’t tolerate Ji Mian diverting even the slightest attention from him to someone else.
Jagger: “…”
Jagger compromised. “North’ father has other children. They’ve had plenty of offspring. At least they still carry the royal bloodline. You could take them in and raise them.”
“In short… the Empire needs you. So do we.”
Chu Shiye remained silent.
The Empire was cold and pragmatic. Its people seemed to focus only on the future, not the past.
Even with Emperor North’ death from illness and Dorn’s assassination, they only cared about one thing: Who’s next?
Who could fill the void left by these two?
Jagger patted Chu Shiye’s shoulder, but he still didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his communicator and sent Jagger a message: *Beneath the palace, there is a sea of flowers. Those flowers can suppress the mental power of ability users. That’s where we killed Dorn.*
Jagger: What? I’ve never heard anything about flowers beneath the palace.
Jagger: …Something’s off. I’ll talk to Father.
Realizing something, Jagger’s expression grew heavy, and he hurriedly left.
Chu Shiye looked down. Ji Mian was still asleep.
Chu Shiye thought: I want to hold him.
Just as the thought surfaced, the door was knocked on again.
Chu Shiye: “…”
This time, it was Helena who returned. She exhaled lightly, saying, “Dorn is really dead. I’m very grateful to you.”
“In my heart, he wasn’t really my father, nor was he my mother’s husband.”
Chu Shiye asked, “How did North die?”
A faint, mocking smile appeared on Helena’s face. “When Dorn died, he died too.”
“Maybe you’re confused, but I can’t tell you these secrets yet,” Helena said, meeting Chu Shiye’s gaze. “Unless you become the Empire’s new emperor.”
Chu Shiye fell silent again.
Helena: “The Empire needs you.”
Chu Shiye: “I’ve already heard that twice.”
“Because it’s the truth,” Helena said. “The Empire cannot be without a successor, and you—countless people have witnessed your mental projection. That is the dragon bloodline, a symbol of divinity in the Empire that has not appeared in years. Right now, outside, you are the one with the highest support.”
“Besides, what’s so bad about taking that position?”
Helena tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping past Chu Shiye and landing on Ji Mian behind him.
“Your lover—he’s so exceptional. If he returns to the Federation, Prime Minister Charles will undoubtedly try every means to win him over—especially since he’s an Omega. If overt persuasion fails, there will be covert, unspeakable methods.”
“Even if they can’t use him personally, they could ensure he bears children. One wouldn’t be enough—then two, three. Eventually, one of them will inherit his abilities, right?” Helena spoke in a calm tone, as if describing something routine. “Have you seen such methods before?”
Chu Shiye’s eyes instantly turned icy.
Helena continued, “You are very strong, but if you want to keep him by your side, strength alone is far from enough.”
Chu Shiye looked her directly in the eye. “Why choose me? Don’t you have the same ambitions?”
Helena smiled faintly. “I’m already sick of this place.”
With those words, she left, saying she would give Chu Shiye some time to think. She didn’t disturb him further.
The room fell completely silent. Chu Shiye sat beside Ji Mian, gently holding his hand.
In that moment, he suddenly felt a deep loneliness.
…He wanted to hear Ji Mian call his name, wanted to see Ji Mian smile at him.
He couldn’t bear being separated from Ji Mian, and now, he couldn’t stand not getting any response from him.
He craved Ji Mian like an addiction, like the allure of opium—helplessly drawn in, willingly drowning.
Chu Shiye leaned slightly forward, propping one hand beside Ji Mian’s pillow as he silently gazed at him.
Ji Mian’s features were beautiful.
Ji Mian’s lips… were also beautiful.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Chu Shiye leaned closer and closer…
Their breaths intertwined, the distance shrinking until there was only a hair’s breadth between them…
Ji Mian opened his eyes.
Their gazes met, and Chu Shiye froze.
Just waking up, Ji Mian’s mind was still hazy. Thinking this Alpha was about to bite him again, he asked drowsily, “What are you doing?”
Chu Shiye: “…”
Chu Shiye thought: Never mind.
So, he cupped Ji Mian’s face, leaned down, and kissed his lips.
Ji Mian: “…”
Thank you so much for support ♡(´･ω･)(･ω･`)♡ :Ko-fi – Patreon
