Someone reached out and helped Qin Junche up: "Let me take you home."
"I'm not drunk." Qin Junche was already losing control of his body.
He could only stand up with the other person, his tall body leaning entirely against them.
"I can still drink!"
"Okay, okay..." The young man supporting him seemed to be smiling, "When we get home, I'll have a drink with you slowly."
The other person's voice was clear and pleasant, and their tone was very gentle.
There seemed to be a strange power in his tone, which calmed Qin Junche's somewhat anxious heart, even though he was drunk.
He leaned against the other man, letting him help him out of the tavern.
His place wasn't far away, and the young man helped him walk a short distance back to his residence.
He was helped to the bed, and then a pair of slightly cool hands reached to his chest and began to undress him.
"I'm not sleeping..." Qin Junche reached out and slapped the other person's hand away. "I still want to drink."
"Okay." The young man seemed to be smiling again. "Your clothes are all wet. After you take them off and put on clean clothes, I'll continue drinking with you."
As he spoke, he continued to unbutton Qin Junche's coat.
After the coat, the next item is the shirt.
The other person's slightly cool fingers, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, gently brushed across Qin Junche's gradually exposed chest.
It was cool and refreshing, like a feather, stirring his breath.
Qin Junche's eyes darkened.
He closed his eyes tightly, reached out, and grabbed the young man's still-busy right wrist.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Major General Qin..." the young man mumbled as he moved closer to him.
Her soft body seemed to have melted into water.
His voice was as sweet and alluring as honey.
He leaned against Qin Jun's chest, his damp breath brushing against his ear: "Major General, I like you very much... please let me..."
As the young man spoke, his left hand, which was not being held, slid down Qin Junche's chest...
His body went even softer, and his breathing became rapid: "Major General Qin, let me serve you..."
"Watch out!" A cold, sharp voice came from outside the window, like a thunderclap, which brought Qin Junche's previously chaotic mind back to its senses for a moment.
With a flick of his right hand, he had already grasped both of the young man's wrists.
Qin Junche pulled the young man's body in front of him entirely on instinct.
The next second, an incredibly fast sound rang out in his bedroom.
Countless points of light shot towards him in an incredibly dense array.
Most of the impact was blocked by the young man's body, but a few still landed on his shoulders and arms.
In an instant, blood gushed from his arm.
His entire upper body looked as if it had been washed with blood.
“Ahhhhhh—” Outside the bedroom, screams of agony began to rise and fall.
Qin Junche quickly threw the young man away.
Although he was still quite drunk, he was much more sober than before.
Qin Junche rushed towards the bedroom door.
He paused warily at the door for a few seconds, then turned slightly to look outside.
That place has become a battlefield.
Dressed in casual clothes, Gu Tang wielded a lightsaber and nimbly weaved among the assassins whose faces were covered by black clothing.
Hearing Qin Junche's movement, he turned to look in his direction.
The next second, Gu Tang's brows suddenly furrowed.
He struck faster and more ruthlessly.
The screams seemed to blend together. The assassins who came to kill Qin Junche were completely unable to withstand Gu Tang's two or three attacks and were all knocked to the ground.
Ten minutes later, the world returned to silence.
Gu Tang casually tossed aside his weapon and strode toward Qin Junche.
"Are you alright?" He looked at the other person's arm with a stern gaze.
"How could you?" Qin Junche's Adam's apple bobbed.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Shouldn't Gu Tang be in the palace? How come he suddenly appeared here?
"I'll explain later." Gu Tang reached out and grasped Qin Junche's wrist.
He pulled his hand up and down and moved it around, his brows furrowing even more.
"I'll have someone bandage your wounds," he said, turning to summon the royal physician.
"I'm fine." Qin Junche strode forward and hugged Gu Tang tightly.
His voice was slightly hoarse, completely disregarding the fact that his blood would stain Gu Tang's clothes: "You're worried about me, aren't you?"
He rested his chin on Gu Tang's shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and kissed Gu Tang's ear: "I'm so happy you came to save me!"
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The young man's warm chest embraced him from behind.
The lingering warmth of the other person's breath still lingered on her ear.
Qin Junche's arm, which was still bleeding, was being held by him. Warm blood dripped down with his movements, eventually pooling on the ground in front of Gu Tang.
Gu Tang lowered his head, hiding his handsome face in the night.
His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his long, thick eyelashes drooped down, obscuring the light in his eyes.
No one can guess what His Majesty the Emperor of the Galactic Empire is thinking right now.
Even Qin Junche, whom he had just saved, couldn't have imagined it.
He simply held Gu Tang very tightly.
Every time he felt his heart grow cold, his disappointment faded, and he wanted to leave.
It seems that as long as Gu Tang appears and walks around in front of him, Qin Junche can instantly climb out of the mire of disappointment and despair.
Fully recovered.
The night air in the capital city was already a little chilly.
The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and the playful hairs that brushed against their heads tangled together.
For a long time, neither of them spoke again.
It seemed that no one wanted to spoil this rare, ambiguous yet warm moment.
Even though they were surrounded by the corpses of men in black lying haphazardly.
Then a series of hurried footsteps sounded.
Someone wearing long boots was hurrying towards this place in the darkness.
"Your Majesty!" The person who came was the deputy captain of Gu Tang's personal guard.
He pushed open the courtyard gate and was immediately hit by a strong, almost suffocating stench of blood.
Then he looked up and saw His Majesty the Emperor standing tall, with a bloodstain on his cheek.
Gu Tang's clothes were almost completely soaked with blood.
The vice-captain's back was immediately soaked with sweat!
My heart is pounding.
If His Majesty the Emperor is injured, it will happen on the Imperial Capital Star, surrounded by the ironclad Imperial Guard.
The entire Royal Guard is to blame!
The vice-captain stiffened and bowed, his voice slightly hoarse when he spoke again: "Your Majesty, I am late. Please punish me!"
Gu Tang waved his hand.
His fighting skills are unparalleled, and his strength is indeed incredibly powerful.
But these assassins sent to kill Qin Junche were all reckless, and each of their fighting styles was like risking their lives.
"Have someone find out the truth!" His Majesty the Emperor took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "The origins of these assassins."
"Yes!" the vice-captain quickly replied.
Gu Tang's eyes, cold as stars, swept across the vice-captain's back.
He stood with his hands behind his back and coldly ordered: "By my decree, the captain of the personal guard has failed in his duty to protect the future empress. He is hereby dismissed and handed over to the First Court for investigation."
"Yes!" The vice-captain bowed again.
His heart, which had calmed down a little, started pounding wildly again.
Gu Tang has been on the throne for nine years, and the time he has spent in the capital city was not long to begin with.
He was even more lenient with his ministers, to the point of being indulgent.
Such a sudden and swift action to dismiss a minister, especially someone in such an important position as the captain of his personal guard, is almost unprecedented.
The deputy captain didn't dare to look up at Gu Tang, but could hear him say again, "Come with me back to the palace to rest."
His voice was still somewhat cold.