Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 446: Sitting on the Imperial Lord’s lap

The shrill wail of the alarm ripped through the spacecraft, a jarring symphony of urgency. Red lights pulsed, casting long, distorted shadows across the medical bay.

A synthesized voice echoed through the speakers, "All personnel, report to your stations. All personnel, report to your stations."

Xiang Yu, his movements swift and decisive, pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Where is Han Xin?" he asked, his voice sharp and clear. Han Zhan, his grip on Doctor Bai’s arm tightening instinctively, turned to face him.

"He should be in the command bridge by now."

"Take me to him," Xiang Yu commanded. "Lian, Mei, stay with Little Bai and make sure he is safe."

"Yes, Master," Lian and Mei replied in unison, their eyes fixed on Doctor Bai. "We will protect Brother Bai Bai."

Han Zhan’s jaw tightened. He watched Xiang Yu stride past, then mouthed, his expression a mixture of vexation and disbelief, "Little Bai?" He was clearly asking, Since when did Xiang Yu call his man by his nickname?

Doctor Bai simply shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "I don’t know."

Before Han Zhan could voice his mounting concerns, Xiang Yu reappeared in the doorway. "Are you coming?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience.

Han Zhan cleared his throat, his posture stiff. "Yeah yeah, sure." He gave Doctor Bai a quick kiss, then rushed out of the medical bay.

As soon as Han Zhan left Lian and Mei said simultaneously, "ooohhhh." Doctor Bai was even more embarrassed.

Inside the elevator, the doors hissed shut, sealing them in the confined space. Xiang Yu, his gaze fixed straight ahead, said, "You don’t have to be worried about me being around Little Bai."

Han Zhan hmphed, a low, grumbling sound, like an old man muttering under his breath. That’s what he would have said about Han Xin but lo and behold, the man was bewitched.

A faint smile played on Xiang Yu’s lips. "He is like my little brother," he said, his voice softening slightly. "And I am very protective of my family."

Han Zhan’s internal monologue was a chaotic mess. He honestly believed that Xiang Yu was an anomaly, a being with an unsettling tendency to attach himself to people he had no familial ties to.

First it was Lian and Mei leaving the Marshal almost pulling his hair out and now... it was his husband.

Suddenly, Xiang Yu’s tone shifted, becoming sharp and decisive. "This means that if you hurt him, I will castrate you, okay?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He patted Han Zhan’s shoulder twice, the gesture oddly casual, just as the elevator doors slid open.

Han Zhan flinched, a jolt of pure terror running through him. ’AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, this man is the devil!’ He screamed internally.

He stepped out of the elevator, his legs feeling slightly unsteady. His steps faltered when he saw Han Xin, seated in the command chair, his gaze fixed on them. A cold dread settled in Han Zhan’s stomach.

He shivered involuntarily. He now knew, with absolute certainty, that Xiang Yu and Han Xin were perfectly matched. They were two sides of the same terrifying coin.

Xiang Yu walked across the command bridge, his heavy boots echoing against the metallic floor. The crew rose in unison, saluting him with a precision born from years of discipline. Confusion flickered across his brow. He gestured for them to ease, waves of calm dismissiveness sweeping through his imposing presence.

He approached Han Xin, whose eyes held both amusement and affection. Marshal Wu watched warily from the sidelines. Though he kept his thoughts unvoiced, his unease hung palpably in the air.

Just as Xiang Yu slipped closer, a moment of shock rippled through the room. Han Xin, with unexpected boldness, pulled Xiang Yu into his embrace, making him plop onto his lap, legs dangling off the armrest comfortably.

The atmosphere thickened. A hush fell over the command bridge as the men exchanged glances, some suppressing smiles, others trying hard to look away.

Marshal Wu’s throat cleared loudly, a signal that screamed for Xiang Yu to get up. Yet, Xiang Yu seemed blissfully unaware. Instead, he settled deeper into the embrace, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Marshal Wu," Han Xin observed with a hint of authority in his voice. "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Marshal Wu stiffened, eyes wide. "No no, your majesty," he replied through gritted teeth. His cheeks flushed slightly, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Xiang Yu, stifling a laugh, still wore a bright smile. "It seems like you are coming down with something. You might need to get checked," he said innocently, the twinkle in his eye only adding to Marshal Wu’s growing dismay.

Han Xin tightened his grip around Xiang Yu’s waist, a protective gesture that almost felt possessive. "Would you like me to let Doctor Bai know that you aren’t feeling well?" Xiang Yu continued, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze.

"No, I am really fine," Marshal Wu insisted, his patience wearing thin. "I just had something stuck inside my throat."

Xiang Yu turned to Han Xin, his curiosity apparent. "What’s going on?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Before Han Xin could reply, one of the men interrupted, his voice firm yet respectful. "Your majesty, they are requesting communication."

"Let them through," Han Xin commanded, his demeanour shifting to a more serious tone. The communication line flickered to life.

From the outside their spacecraft loomed ominously, its sleek and angular hull glinting under the light of a distant sun. The sight was stark, a shadow of power against the backdrop of a star-specked void.

In stark contrast, the Federation warship dominated the view screen. It was a colossal behemoth bristling with weaponry. Its silhouette loomed menacingly, a harbinger of destruction etched into the fabric of deep space. Smaller craft flanked it, forming a formidable blockade, each motion calculated and lethal.

The command bridge fell silent as a large floating screen flickered to life, jolting the officers from their tense silence. The face of Sirius appeared, framed by shadows. A sneer curled his lips, his eyes cold and calculating, radiating a mask of authority that commanded immediate attention.

But that authority wavered as Sirius’s expression suddenly fell. His gaze locked onto Xiang Yu, lounging comfortably on Han Xin’s lap, entirely at ease. The sight was unexpected, and a flicker of annoyance crossed Sirius’s features.

Days earlier, Sirius had been preoccupied with battling interstellar pirates. These weren’t ordinary rogues. They had somehow received a military upgrade and now attacked fiercely.

During the chaos, a subordinate had brought an urgent report of unusual activity in the dead zone. At first, Sirius had dismissed it. The dead zone was a wasteland, home to criminals and barely deserving of notice. But his subordinate insisted on investigating.