Those were his father and father, top-tier beings with unparalleled combat power throughout the entire Galactic Empire.
It's just a capital warship; how could they possibly take it seriously?
"Are you alright?" Qin Junche's breathing was only slightly more rapid than before.
He also held a small metal sphere in his right hand. He temporarily sheathed his lightsaber, moved sideways to Gu Tang's side, and suddenly raised his arm with incredible speed. The lightsaber seemed to come out at will, flashing a dazzling light and piercing through an enemy who was trying to sneak up on Gu Tang from behind.
“Very good,” Gu Tang replied casually.
A deep smile appeared in Qin Junche's eyes.
He glanced at the lightsaber in Gu Tang's hand: "Is this... the one I gave you back then?"
As he spoke, his lightsaber slashed diagonally, and another enemy fell beside the two of them.
They kept moving, the lightsabers in their hands seemingly becoming one with them. Although the main ship was large and its combat power was not weak, no matter how many soldiers there were, they could not attack the two of them at the same time.
As the silver light flickered, more and more enemies fell.
The enemy soldiers in black uniforms initially rushed to surround and kill the two men who were so foolish as to come to their deaths.
Now, all that remains in their eyes is intense fear.
The lightsabers seemed to have become a part of the two men, appearing and disappearing at will with their breath, their every step, and their every movement.
And each disappearance is inevitably accompanied by the fall of one or even two of them.
The taller man, in particular, even seemed to be talking to another person.
It was as if they had boarded the enemy's main warship instead of the two of them.
Instead... on a bright spring afternoon, strolling side by side in a picturesque place.
Fear, along with the falling of more and more people, began to permeate the main ship.
Qin Junche and Gu Tang seemed completely unaware. Their hands remained steady, and their expressions did not change at all, except for their slightly more rapid breathing.
Gu Tang did not answer Qin Junche's question.
He only glanced quickly at the lightsaber in his hand.
That was indeed given to him by Qin Junche many years ago.
Many, many years ago... so long ago that he had almost forgotten exactly how many years ago it was, he was suddenly brought from a small planet to the coveted capital planet of the Galactic Empire, and then to the most magnificent palace on the capital planet.
At that time, the previous emperor of the Galactic Empire, Qin Junche's father, had not yet passed away.
He sat on his high throne, looking down at the small Gu Tang, at his thin body, his simple clothes, and his deep gaze that revealed neither joy nor sorrow.
"Let him stay in the palace." The old emperor's voice seemed to travel across endless time and space.
Even now, Gu Tang still remembers that oppressive, cold, yet powerful authority that could easily decide the life and death of others.
Then he stayed.
The old emperor did not formally introduce him to the nobles of the capital star, nor did he announce his status as someone who remained in the palace.
He didn't even want to look at him anymore, as if giving him a place to stay in the palace was the greatest favor he could do for him.
No one really knows Gu Tang's background, but the gossip behind his back never stops.
Soon, they discovered that although Gu Tang, this thin and small boy, had been left behind by the old emperor, he was helpless and his identity was unknown. No one would protect him.
The voices that were originally only talking behind his back began to spread unrestrainedly in front of him.
The mystery surrounding his origins continues to circulate widely.
At first, the palace servants took good care of his food and drink.
Later, the palace servants gradually began to mock him and look down on him.
What they always served Gu Tang were leftovers, or even some spoiled food.
The Galactic Empire had never lacked food and drink. Even when he was on that small and remote planet with his mother, Gu Tang had never gone hungry.
He never imagined that he would live such a life, where he was hungry, cold, looked down on by everyone, and bullied at will.
No one will hold him in their arms anymore, and no one will tell him those strange yet interesting stories in a gentle voice.
He could only huddle in a corner of the magnificent yet empty palace of the Galactic Empire, gazing at the starry sky.
The capital city enjoys a spring-like climate year-round, and the royal palace is exceptionally comfortable.
But there, Gu Tang felt a chill that penetrated to the bone for the first time.
Sometimes, people would even deliberately walk up to him, smiling but asking him in a sarcastic tone: "I heard that your mother had an affair with a guard, which is why she was banished from the palace and exiled to that little planet. Before she died, she shamelessly wrote a letter to His Majesty, saying that you were his son and begging him to bring you back."
Those who said such things would also look little Gu Tang up and down with malicious eyes, and laugh wickedly: "Are you really His Majesty's child? You don't look like him at all. And His Majesty doesn't seem to have any intention of acknowledging your status as a prince."
Gu Tang could endure any cold treatment, but he would not allow anyone to slander his mother like that.
"You're talking nonsense!" These were the noble children who had the privilege of entering and leaving the palace, seeing Gu Tang for the first time as he rebelled like a madman.
This "bastard" who they could easily manipulate and bully, whom they didn't even need to take seriously, suddenly jumped up like a madman, like a little beast that had been bullied so badly that it finally began to fight back, and charged at those people.
He was shorter than them, so Gu Tang used his teeth to bite him.
Those who were smaller than them would bang their heads against the wall as hard as they could.
He didn't eat enough again yesterday, but he didn't care.
He was alone, while they were many, but that didn't matter!
At worst, he'll die here too.
so……
Maybe he'll be able to be with his mother again...
Countless fists rained down on Gu Tang. Did it hurt?
It hurts a lot.
But it doesn't seem to matter anymore.
The shouts and curses that were completely out of character for the nobles of the capital city rang in Gu Tang's ears. Before losing consciousness, the little boy looked at the still twinkling stars in the sky of the Galactic Empire.
Could there be a star there that is his mother transformed into?
Then he opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful and brightest star in the Galactic Empire.
The Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, the future Emperor, the old Emperor's most beloved son, and the wise and mighty Crown Prince in everyone's eyes, bent down and picked him up.
His eyes were very bright, filled with a sincere and caring light. Even though he was standing with his back to the light, in that instant, they illuminated Gu Tang's heart, which was almost cold and desolate.
Qin Junche's voice wasn't loud; the boy's voice still carried a hint of youthful arrogance, but it already possessed the majesty befitting an imperial crown prince.
"So many people bullying a child." Young Qin Junche frowned, brushed aside the servants who came forward to take Gu Tang from his arms, and said coldly, "What kind of behavior is this?"
“Your Highness, he is…” Some noblemen tried to explain.
"Who he is is no reason for so many of you to bully him." Qin Junche coldly interrupted the man, steadily carrying Gu Tang towards his palace. "I will not punish you today. I will personally teach him martial arts. In six months, he will come to challenge you to a duel. Those who lose to him will all have to accept his punishment."
The Crown Prince of the Empire has always been a man of his word.
The next day, Qin Junche personally handed the lightsaber to Gu Tang.
That is to say...
His wandering thoughts were pulled back. Gu Tang looked down at the small metal ball gleaming with silver light in his palm, which was the lightsaber that Qin Junche had given him.
Since that day, he has never left his side.
Much later, when Qin Junche was surrounded, seriously injured, and on the verge of death, he handed over the position of Crown Prince of the Empire to Gu Tang, and also handed over the entire Galactic Empire to him.
From that thin, lonely child who was bullied by everyone, Gu Tang finally became the most powerful man sitting on the throne of the Galactic Empire, and he never let that lightsaber leave his side for even a moment.
"Gu Tang." Qin Junche's voice sounded from his left, completely pulling Gu Tang back to reality.
He deflected an enemy who had stealthily closed in with a single stroke of his sword: "What are you thinking about?"
Gu Tang took a deep breath, handed the lightsaber from Qin Junche's shoulder to his back, and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing."
Their teamwork has always been so seamless; his martial arts skills were personally taught by Qin Junche.
After that day, the two lived and ate together, studied together, and practiced martial arts together. Wherever Qin Junche went, he would keep him by his side, and no one in the palace dared to bully Gu Tang anymore.
The old emperor was naturally aware of this matter, but he said nothing, seemingly tacitly approving its occurrence.
"Gu Tang." Qin Junche casually stabbed another person.
There were many enemy soldiers on the capital ship, but they were nothing special in his eyes. He and Gu Tang weaved through the enemy lines, chatting casually as they rushed towards the central control room of the capital ship, as if taking a leisurely stroll, nothing could be more carefree: "Do you remember what I said before I taught you martial arts?"
Gu Tang was taken aback.
Then he nodded.
Qin Junche gave him a lightsaber, taught him martial arts, and told him that if he wanted revenge, he could only rely on himself.
He licked his slightly dry lips, his voice low and hoarse: "You said that if you want revenge, you can only do it yourself."
Qin Junche chuckled and quickly circled around Gu Tang, forcing back several enemy soldiers.
"I knew it, that's all you remember," he said, sounding somewhat exasperated. "What about the previous sentence?"
"The previous sentence..." Gu Tang was somewhat dazed, "The previous sentence..."
Countless images flashed before his eyes, finally settling on the Crown Prince's bedroom in the Galactic Empire's palace.
Wearing a royal military uniform, Crown Prince Qin Junche, who had just returned from the military, stood by his bedside, looking at Gu Tang, who was wrapped in a soft silk quilt.
His eyes were bright yet gentle, and his voice was even gentler than his gaze.
He also asked him, "Gu Tang, did you hear what I just said?"
"You told me to go and get revenge on him." Little Gu Tang, wrapped in the blanket, sat up with some difficulty.
He dared not stare into Qin Junche's eyes for too long. The eyes of the handsome young man in front of him were like clear snow-capped lakes. If he stared at them for too long, even his own soul would be sucked in.
What's more, he was lying on the other person's bed, wrapped in a soft blanket that had never been used before. The blanket carried Qin Junche's fresh and pleasant scent, completely enveloping Gu Tang, making him even more at a loss.
Qin Junche stared at him with his dark eyes for a moment, then suddenly reached out and ruffled Gu Tang's hair, repeating with a smile what he had said: "I said, I will personally teach you martial arts."
"I said then that I would always be with you." Qin Junche and Gu Tang passed each other, their lightsabers slashing diagonally downwards. The silver light of the lightsabers, like outstretched wings, protected the two of them and forced the soldiers back.
The two Qin Junche voices seemed to cross an ancient and long time and space, intertwining together.
"I knew it, you only remember the second half of the sentence." Qin Junche chuckled and raised his hand to ruffle Gu Tang's hair.