"There are fourteen thousand Imperial Secret Guards in all. Nine thousand are under my command."
Shen Yangge suddenly felt that if the old emperor had not been clinging to life, or if Chu Xuanzhi had not gone into hiding, learning this would probably have sent them into a towering rage.
While they had been keeping one another in check and second-guessing each other, Chu Xuanzhen, who held real power, had actually been sitting on the sidelines enjoying the show. That picture was simply... too glorious for words.
As the saying went: be as strong as you like. I'm fucking stronger.
After all their fighting, the man who had come out on top had not even known he was the real dark horse holding all the power-and he had more men at his disposal than they did.
It could only mean the late emperor had been far too biased.
[-Chu Xuanzhen, so you were the real dark horse all along. Those guys don't mean jack. They're just stumbling blocks on your path forward.]
[-Was the late emperor actually your dad?]
Silently reading a certain someone's thoughts, Chu Xuanzhen curled his lips slightly. He stroked the hair at Shen Yangge's temple, then scooped him up in his arms. "It's too damp here. We shouldn't linger. Time to leave."
Shen Yangge: "..."
Although he had been walking a little awkwardly earlier, enough time had passed for that discomfort to fade. He could walk out of here without being carried!
He was just about to explain when Chu Xuanzhen kissed him, even licking his lips.
Well, there went everything he had been about to say. He could only swallow it back down.
This guy insisted on carrying him whether there was anything wrong with his body or not.
Over the next two days,