Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) Chapter 387: Holding hands in secret

Xiang Yu also noticed a small group of fans gushing over him and Han Xin, marvelling at how he protected Han Xin as if he were a precious treasure. A sneaky suspicion crept into his mind that Lian and i were likely involved in this ss. He didn’t care much about the incident itself, but he worried that Han Xin might be exposing too much of himself by defending him

The imperial lord leaned back, eyeing his son. "I was already working on clearing your na, but soone beat to it. They even managed to hack the most secure database in the Republic. Who could have such skills? That person must be a true fan of yours."

Xiang Yu was shaken by those words. He didn’t want Han Xin to reveal his strength too soon. "They must have their own agenda. We can only wait until they reveal themselves."

The imperial lord raised an eyebrow. "So, you really don’t know anyone powerful enough to back you?"

Xiang Yu remained relaxed. "Father, what are you implying?"

The imperial lord stared at him, wordlessly conveying that he knew exactly what Xiang Yu was avoiding.

Xiang Yu minimized the floating screen and said, "Father, you know everything about . You know who I speak to, who I interact with. How could you not know if I have soone like that around?"

The two exchanged looks, the tension thick in the air. The imperial lord was the first to look away, and silence filled the hovercar.

As soon as the vehicle was approaching their destination, the imperial lord spoke again. "Don’t forget to get along with the Princess today. Rember what we discussed."

The hovercar glided to a halt, its tallic sheen catching the light of the sun. The Imperial Lord stepped out first, his presence commanding and formidable. He stood tall, a figure of authority wrapped in a cloak of power.

Xiang Yu followed behind him wishing he could end this man right now. The longer he lived the more Han Xin was at risk. As he erged from the hovercar, Han Xin stretched out his hand, offering assistance. Without thinking, Xiang Yu accepted it, fingers brushing together for a brief mont.

The Imperial Lord turned at that instant, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene. But he said nothing, simply continuing his conversation with Emperor Xandr. Han Xin squeezed Xiang Yu’s hand gently before letting go, the warmth lingering between them. Xiang Yu smiled faintly, eyes averted. He found Han Xin’s attempt to be discreet amusing, but he also sensed the underlying frustration in Han Xin’s deanour.

As they walked, Princess Sienna approached, her steps elegant yet hurried. She seed intent on reaching them before Sirius did. Sirius, on the other hand, was stuck with Peng Xiu, his expression dejected. He had been reprimanded by his father for his constant interference between Xiang Yu and Sienna, and it showed on his face.

Han Xin’s mood darkened as he watched Sienna draw closer to Xiang Yu. Jealousy stirred within him, a simring frustration that he struggled to contain. He knew Xiang Yu would never like her but he couldn’t help himself. Looking at her sparkling eyes he suspected that she wasn’t acting at all. She wanted his man. The only way he would allow that is if he is dead.

The group entered the ancient Temple of Unity, a structure that rose majestically against the vast sky. Its spires stretched high as if trying to touch the stars. The walls were rich with history, adorned with carvings that told tales of the first voyagers, heroes who had braved the unknown to establish a ho in this galaxy. The sweet scent of celestial flowers enveloped them, their petals glimring with the light of distant suns.

Inside, the grand hall opened up like a treasure chest of mories. The people of the Federation gazed in awe at the opulence surrounding them. Statues of mythical creatures graced the hall, dragons and phoenixes standing watch over the visitors. The golden chandeliers above cast a warm, inviting glow over the polished marble floors, illuminating every corner.

A semi-circle of priests and priestesses, clad in deep indigo and gold robes, welcod them with serene expressions. They bowed as one, a gesture steeped in respect. The high priestess stepped forward, her voice echoing with warmth and wisdom.

"Welco, esteed royals, to the Temple of Unity. May your hearts find peace and your minds find clarity within these hallowed walls.

As they moved deeper into the Hall of History, interactive displays flickered to life, recounting the epic saga of humanity’s journey. Each relic on the wall whispered stories of innovation, survival, and growth, inviting them to reflect on their own paths within this vast universe.

Xiang Yu stood at the back of the grand hall, his mind wandering. The high priestess spoke with grace, her words flowing like a gentle stream, but he barely paid attention. The original Xiang Yu had been here before, too many tis to count so he wasn’t interested.

Behind him, Han Xin maintained an indifferent expression, though his gaze often drifted towards Xiang Yu. There was a tension, a connection that pulsed quietly between them. Xiang Yu placed his hand behind his back, fingers tapping softly against one another. He looked like he was paying attention, yet his mind was on the person behind him.

Then, in a mont that felt both accidental and deliberate, Xiang Yu’s finger brushed against the back of Han Xin’s hand. It was fleeting, a re whisper of contact, but it carried the weight of countless unsaid feelings.

Han Xin felt heat rise to his cheeks. A smile threatened to break free exposing how giddy he felt in his heart. He fought to keep his lips pressed together, feeling their fingers intertwine in a way that felt both thrilling and forbidden.

Xiang Yu’s fingers curled around Han Xin’s, their hands fitting together seamlessly. With every heartbeat, the world around them faded, drowning out the high priestess’s voice. Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat as he glanced down, desperate to maintain his composure. Xiang Yu’s thumb brushed over the back of his hand, sending shivers up his spine.

Just then, Princess Sienna approached, her voice breaking through the haze. "Your Highness, I heard that there is a temple for Cesra. Would you like to go with ?" This Cesra was the Goddess of Love and Marriage and it was no coincidence that she was asking.

Xiang Yu gently withdrew his hand from Han Xin’s grasp. But Han Xin, unwilling to let go, moved closer, their fingers still linked. Xiang Yu wanted to laugh at the defiance in Han Xin’s actions, but he stifled his smile.

For so reason Sienna misread his expression, believing the smile was ant for her. She imdiately blushed like looking a cute oga facing her alpha.

"Sure, let take you," Xiang Yu replied, forcing a pleasant tone.