Lu Shinian slowly released her wrist and lowered his hand.
"Ruan Ruan."
He spoke, his voice hoarse.
"It’s getting late, let’s sleep."
He sighed softly.
How could Su Ruan sleep? With Lu Shinian acting so obviously strange, it would be odd if she could sleep.
"What’s going on?" she asked, "Is there sothing troubling at the Military Departnt?"
Lu Shinian shook his head, "Nothing troubling."
Everything seed very normal and natural.
He had just had a nightmare.
He embraced Su Ruan, lowered his head, and his voice was soft, almost just a whisper.
"Just a nightmare."
"Really?" Su Ruan pressed him.
"Yes." Lu Shinian replied softly, "Really."
"What kind of nightmare was so frightening?" Su Ruan asked curiously.
Lu Shinian’s eyes lowered slightly, "I dread of my mother."
His voice was very, very light, almost inaudible.
"I dread of her disappearing in front of ."
The scarlet dyed the horizon, red and terrifying.
Su Ruan knew that Mrs. Lu was a pain in Lu Shinian’s heart, otherwise, he wouldn’t have hated Your Majesty for so many years.
If it was truly a nightmare about Mrs. Lu, then Lu Shinian’s unusual behavior was understandable.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, lightly rested her head on Lu Shinian’s chest, moved her right hand up, gently patting his back, and said gently, "If she saw you like this now, she would be very happy."
Lu Shinian wanted to refute Su Ruan.
She wouldn’t be happy.
If mother saw her son being this weak, she definitely wouldn’t be happy.
But...
Lu Shinian’s heart felt as if it was pierced by a thousand needles, densely and relentlessly.
"Hmm."
He responded softly.
Then, he replaced everything with silence.
Su Ruan held him, comforting him well.
Seeing Lu Shinian gradually calm down and his eyes returning to normal, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The night deepened, and Su Ruan nestled in Lu Shinian’s arms, slowly falling asleep.
Lu Shinian held her, waiting for her to fall asleep, and then closed his eyes.
He dread again.
Still the sa large hall, still the sa man.
The difference was, this ti, he could control his body.
He could clearly feel the warm sensation from the palm of his left hand, very much like the warmth from Su Ruan’s body.
The shimring white light was the manifestation of his spiritual power.
He wrapped the indescribable small ball with his spiritual power, or perhaps disguised it as a small autumn with his spiritual power.
He manipulated the body in the dream, slowly retracting that part of his spiritual power.
At the sa ti, the man beneath the large hall began to speak again.
"I want to beco a king."
In his voice was undisguised naked ambition.
Lu Shinian raised his eyes slightly, looking at him.
"What king?" he asked.
Two antennae erged from the man’s hair, a signature of the Insect Race.
The tail behind him also appeared, with the barb’s thin long tail glistening coldly, exceedingly sharp.
This strikingly beautiful man in front of him was an Insect Race.
Realizing this, Lu Shinian’s eyes darkened, "You want to beco the king of the Insect Race?"
"I am the king of the Insect Race." The man chuckled lightly, "I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself to you."
"Ah no, I should say, I forgot to catch up with you."
As he spoke, that extraordinarily beautiful face seed to have a slight change.
A second later, that face was replaced by another plain and unremarkable face.
But this seemingly ordinary face caused Lu Shinian’s pupils to contract.
This face was the face of a friend who had died in the war ten years ago.
"Cheng, Qing, Ye."
He pronounced his na word by word.
Cheng Qingye withdrew that illusory face, revealing the initially androgynous face.
"Lu Shinian, long ti no see."
Lu Shinian stared intently at Cheng Qingye, "You’re Ruan Ruan’s third brother."
"Yes." Cheng Qingye admitted straightforwardly.
"Did you create this dream?" Lu Shinian asked again, as if eagerly wanting to know a certain answer, "This is just a dream, right?"
Cheng Qingye neither nodded nor shook his head, only said: "In your heart, don’t you already have the answer?"
While speaking, Lu Shinian had already retracted his spiritual power.
In the palm of his left hand lay a diamond-shaped insect crystal, yes, the insect crystal, he had seen similar ones from ten years ago, also diamond-shaped, but slightly larger.
That insect crystal belonged to the Insect Queen, which later entered his Spiritual Sea, tornting him for many years.
Then this insect crystal might be...
His mind moved with that thought, his fingertips touched the insect crystal and almost instantly, it burst into a white glow.
The glow swallowed everything, seemingly accompanied by a scorching burn.
Subsequently, his consciousness seed to be engulfed by the white light.
He woke from the dream, and slowly sat up.
Su Ruan was still asleep, sleeping deeply, showing no sign of waking.
Lu Shinian gently released her, got up, and walked out.
Upon reaching the study, he dialed Su Heyuan’s communication.
The communication was picked up after a few seconds, a slightly gloomy voice of Su Heyuan ca through.
"What is it?"
There were faint cries of pain in the background, but they were quickly suppressed.
"Ruan Ruan’s third brother is still alive." Lu Shinian said in a deep voice.
"He is indeed still alive." Su Heyuan frowned, "What are you trying to say?"
"He’s of the Insect Race." Lu Shinian’s voice was low, determined.
Su Heyuan fell silent.
"You don’t have to cover for him." Lu Shinian spoke again, "I’ve fought alongside him, he’s called Cheng Qingye, a mber of the Insect Race."
Having explained to this extent, Su Heyuan found no point in denying any longer.
He acknowledged with a "Hmm."
"He is the king of the Insect Race." Lu Shinian recounted the words Cheng Qingye had spoken in the dream.
Su Heyuan was silent for a second before speaking, "I didn’t know."
"Can the Insect Race have a king? Isn’t there just a Queen?" he retorted.
While ntioning this, he cast a cold glance at the blood-covered Insect People pinned to the ground, smirking slightly.
Standing up, he stepped on the Insect People’s chest, letting the blood flow freely.
The Insect People let out a painful wail, then fainted imdiately.
Lu Shinian heard the noise from Su Heyuan’s side and frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Su Heyuan responded with indifference, "Hanging up."
He ended the communication, gazing at the unconscious Insect People, his eyes flashing with an inevitable light, the corner of his mouth curled into an almost cruel smile.
"Nothing can stop our family reunion."
The Insect Queen’s insect crystal had disappeared, and he would create another Queen Bug Crystal.
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