CH 62

A dark haze loomed over the empire.

It was announced to the public that General Pei sacrificed himself in the battle against the star pirates who hijacked the spaceship, and unfortunately perished along with the enemy.

Three months after General Pei’s sacrifice, the imperial authorities officially announced the time and location of the memorial service, and people spontaneously flocked to pay their respects.

On the day of the funeral.

Assistant Jin, with lowered eyes, respectfully arrived at Si Huaixi’s residence. These past few days, he had come to realize how terrifying this man truly was.

After the news of President Pei’s death in the explosion of the hijacked spaceship came out, he had suspected Si Huaixi, whom he believed was President Pei’s lover, of being bribed and taking advantage of the opportunity to harm President Pei.

Otherwise, how could such an unexpected incident occur, where President Pei died, but Si Huaixi returned alive?

But what he witnessed next slapped him in the face.

Even if he were to betray President Pei, Si Huaixi would never be the one to betray him.

After President Pei’s death, or more accurately, his disappearance, Si Huaixi maintained a calm face. He held several press conferences, expressing his continued search for President Pei and any survivors. His calm gaze seemed indifferent to the accident involving President Pei. At that time, he had even been furious that President Pei had kept a white-eyed wolf.

But later, he realized that Si Huaixi was not a white-eyed wolf; he was a mentally unstable lunatic on the verge of collapse.

“Mr. Si, President Pei’s funeral is being held today at the Imperial Hall. Are you going?” Assistant Jin said with lowered eyes, a hint of fear in his gaze, all because of Si Huaixi’s recent actions that had unconsciously inspired awe within him.

“He is not dead.”

The ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts, and the thick, suffocating smoke lingered as if the windows had not been opened for days and nights.

Si Huaixi’s voice was deep, his eyes dark and tinged with blue, his pale cheeks appearing even more haggard and sharp. His sea-blue eyes were like a storm approaching a dark sea, suppressing and heavy, making the very air feel oppressive.

Assistant Jin bowed his head. No one survived that accident, and the news of President Pei’s death had spread throughout the empire. Many mourned and lamented his loss, but only Mr. Si steadfastly believed that President Pei was not dead. It had been three months now, and he continued his search for President Pei in the star domain where he disappeared.

“Yes, Mr. Si.” Assistant Jin’s eyes were filled with conflicted hesitation. He would also attend President Pei’s funeral, and even President Pei’s good friend, President Zhou, would be there. So, Mr. Si will be left here.

Assistant Jin let out a sigh and asked, “When do you plan to take action?”

Si Huaixi’s eyes, buried in deep melancholy, dimmed. The cigarette in his hand burned down to the end, scorching the flesh on the inside of his right finger, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

“Tomorrow.”

Assistant Jin’s eyes widened slightly, instinctively realizing that Mr. Si intended for the funeral to be held in quiet solemnity and that the bell tolling for the destruction of those people would sound tomorrow.

But will Mr. Si really not attend?

To get that answer, he would have to ask Mr. Si.

After Assistant Jin left, Si Huaixi’s eyes remained frozen, and he stayed in the desolate room for a long time. The air was thick with a suffocating, bitter nicotine smell, which stung his eyes. His lifeless, hollow, sea-blue eyes seemed to be veiled with moisture.

The memorial service began in the grandest hall of the empire. Spontaneously, the crowds outside formed lines, each offering bouquets of flowers. Many had come from remote planets, quietly wiping away their tears, mourning the civilian major general who had defended their countless homes.

Compared to the outer crowds, the inner circle consisted of the higher tier of the empire. They wore luxurious and extravagant dresses and suits, engaging in conversations while surrounding an empty coffin.

It didn’t resemble a funeral, it felt more like a banquet. The irony struck Assistant Jin, making him feel immense grief for President Pei.

To his surprise, it was Prince Kyle who delivered the funeral tribute. Listening to his seemingly heartfelt words lamenting the premature loss of this hero, the royal’s sea-blue eyes shimmered with a few crocodile tears.

The audience below and the spectators in front of the imperial platform applauded warmly for this performance.

Assistant Jin lowered his head, unable to control the anger trembling through his body. The veins on the back of his pale, tense hand stood out, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot anger. He desperately tried to hide his abnormality among the crowd, not wanting to be noticed by these people.

If it weren’t for what he had learned from Mr. Si, Assistant Jin would have been one of those applauding in the audience.

If he was this enraged, what would Mr. Si do?

A sense of panic arose in Assistant Jin’s heart. He suddenly felt relieved that Mr. Si didn’t attend the funeral. He feared that if Mr. Si saw these people at the funeral, he might… kill them in front of all the media.

After the flower offering ceremony in the inner circle concluded, Assistant Jin, feeling breathless, rushed outside the hall. He couldn’t bear to stay in the ironic and oppressive atmosphere any longer.

With bloodshot eyes and lingering anger, he caught sight of a familiar figure— Mr. Si. Amidst the crowd, he still wore the same attire as their last meeting. Compared to the deliberately selected clean attire of the surrounding masses, Mr. Si didn’t even hold a single bouquet of flowers, appearing out of place.

His skin, devoid of sunlight for a long time, had a chilling paleness. His cold and desolate sea-blue eyes stared as the crowd slowly moved forward, placing pure white chrysanthemums on the outer monument, burying the name engraved on the stone little by little, submerging it in the white soil.

Assistant Jin felt that, compared to the hypocritical faces within the hall, Mr. Si didn’t shed a single tear, yet his sadness surpassed anyone present.

“Little Soybean, come and see your favorite TV show,” Yi Chengze said with a wicked and indecent smile on his face.

On the television, the memorial service was being broadcasted live.

‘The people from various planets of the Empire are spontaneously coming to bid their final farewell to General Pei…’

Little Soybean: […]

[Ah, ahhh! Stinky old man, my Daddy isn’t dead!]

Little Soybean was getting furious. When it is born, it will definitely take revenge for its Daddy and give this extremely despicable guy a good beating!

[Stinky old man was just rejected by the Omega he liked! Hmph, stinky old man must look very ugly, otherwise why would that Omega dislike you so much! It serves you right, stinky old man, ugly Alpha, single and unwanted!]

After three months of struggling with this Alpha with a terrible personality and a venomous tongue, Little Soybean skillfully attacked his weak points.

Yi Chengze’s throat tightened as he angrily said, “I didn’t like him, it’s just that his eyes resembled my sister’s a little, so I noticed him.”

Little Soybean arrogantly sneered, puncturing Yi Chengze’s pitiful Alpha ego.

[You rescued that Omega without charging him, brought him to your private residence, and even spent a fortune ordering takeout from a hotel on the neighboring planet, worried that the Omega wouldn’t adapt to the food on the Sinful Star…]

[You even considered keeping that Omega, afraid of being rejected, you wanted to understand what that Omega was thinking through me. But the Omega said in his heart…]

‘I detest all living Alphas. Why don’t you all just die? Why should Omegas be suppressed by Alphas? Bringing me to this kind of dark basement must have some ulterior motive… Disgusting! You’re just like those disgustingly rotting Alphas!’

Yi Chengze’s deep brown pupils froze, his mind shifting back to Bai Huaiyu’s pure and innocent face, while his ears echoed with his true inner voice.

“I didn’t, I just thought he looked like my sister,” murmured Yi Chengze, defending himself.

But Little Soybean knew what everyone was truly thinking.

His defense sounded so weak and feeble.

[So, you let him go.]

[Then where did he go now?]

Little Soybean’s innocent and curious voice sounded.

[He went to the Alpha he finds most repulsive.]

Yi Chengze’s brown eyes stared intently at the television, where Bai Huaiyu, holding the Second Prince Kyle, smiled with grace and elegance.

This novel is gonna be a wild ride with twists, gripping scenes, and revenge you never saw coming. You’ll even witness movie-like moments. Brace yourselves for an SH and his revenge that’ll blow your mind, but be warned, it’ll also break your heart to see him endure it all.

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