Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 464: I am eating for three

With a smile bright enough to light the room, Mei explained, "It’s for the baby!"

"Yeah, master," Lian echoed, leaning forward with a conspiratorial tone. "You will be eating for three soon."

Han Xin couldn’t hold back a chuckle. But when he caught sight of Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowing at him, he coughed, turning away to suppress his grin.

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow. "You want ice cream, don’t you? That’s why you’re being all extra."

"Yes!" Lian admitted eagerly, while Mei added, "No, no!" her laughter was nervous.

"Is it a yes or a no?" Xiang Yu pressed, a teasing smile on his lips.

In unison, Lian and Mei chirped, "It’s a yes!"

Han Xin looked amused. "Why can’t they have some? What did they do now?"

"They were smoking and lied about it," Xiang Yu replied without hesitation.

Marshal Wu’s eyes widened in disbelief. "They what?" he asked, shocked. "Since when do you two smoke?"

Lian flung her hands up in defence. "We didn’t mean to!"

"Yes," Xiang Yu retorted sharply, "you didn’t mean to accidentally slip a cigarette in your mouths and smoke it?"

"Master, please spare us this time! We shouldn’t have lied," Mei pleaded, her voice softening at the end as she glanced at Xiang Yu.

He chose not to respond. Instead, Lian and Mei diverted their attention to Han Xin, pleading, "Big brother, talk to master for us!"

"No," Xiang Yu interrupted firmly, locking eyes with Han Xin. "Don’t ask him." His seriousness was evident, a clear wall between them and their escape.

When dessert arrived, a mooncake mousse and a colourful fruit platter sat in front of Xiang Yu alongside the ice cream Lian and Mei had craved. As he dug in, Lian muttered under her breath, "Dang, master is really petty."

Mei’s lips pursed, watching Xiang Yu relish the treats. Xiang Yu caught Lian’s comment and grinned, satisfaction washing over him as he took a particularly large bite of ice cream. "I am eating for three," he said after swallowing. "One, two and three," he continued while pointing at Mei, Lian and then himself. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Lian, "..."

Mei, "..."

In hushed tones, Han Zhan leaned toward Marshal Wu, whispering, "They look like they are starving. Maybe you should get them some ice cream later."

Marshal Wu shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You think I want to cross Xiang Yu? I am not that brave."

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The fleet descended toward the towering spires of the Republic’s imperial capital. Gleaming domes and intricate architecture filled the skyline, each building a testament to the empire’s strength and history. News buzzed like electricity through the air: the treaty with the Federation had been finalized, ensuring generations of peace. The streets of the capital thrummed with excitement, a tangible pulse of joy that seemed to swell and draw everyone closer to the heart of the city.

In the grand square, massive screens flickered to life, broadcasting the live feed of the incoming imperial spacecraft. Citizens crowded the plaza, their faces alight with hope and anticipation.

They cheered, clapping and waving ribbons in a kaleidoscope of colours. Council members mingled with generals, their ceremonial robes flowing like banners in the wind. Noble family patriarchs stood at the docking area, their expressions a mix of expectation and pride.

Inside the opulent spacecraft, Han Xin sat beside Xiang Yu, who fidgeted in his seat. Han Xin smiled softly, rubbing Xiang Yu’s earlobe, a small gesture meant to soothe. "You are not nervous, are you?" he asked, his voice warm and assuring.

Xiang Yu chuckled. "I am not nervous."

Han Xin tilted his head, teasingly coaxing, "You can hold my hand the entire time. It will help ease your nerves."

"Babe," Xiang Yu replied with a roll of his eyes. "I am not nervous."

Across from them, Lian’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Master, he just wants to hold hands."

Mei laughed, chiming in, "Just say it, brother. If you want to hold hands with Master, just say it."

Xiang Yu turned to Han Xin. "Do you want to hold hands with me?"

Han Xin looked up at him, his expression exaggeratedly pitiful. "Yes, please. I am so nervous. I need you to hold my hand for comfort."

With a sigh, Xiang Yu relented. "Okay then, I will be there to encourage you."

Meanwhile, Han Zhan not to be outdone leaned against his husband, little Bai, his eyes glimmering with playful energy. "I am nervous too," he declared, feigning anxiety.

Little Bai pushed his head away in exasperation. "Yeah right, says the guy who loves the spotlight."

"Come on," Han Zhan winked, "you can hold my hand if you are nervous, Bai Bai."

Little Bai shot him a glare that could cut glass. Han Zhan, undeterred, wore a broad grin, like a mischievous pup begging for approval. Laughter erupted around them, a wave of warmth and connection as the spacecraft began to dock.

Once the doors slid open with a hiss, Xiang Yu seized the moment, intertwining his fingers with Han Xin’s as they stepped onto the platform. Han Xin smiled happily. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

The crowd’s jubilant cheers enveloped them, a symphony of admiration and joy. Councillors bowed deeply, their heads lowered in respect to the imperial lord, but their gazes quickly darted to Xiang Yu, stunned to see him beside Han Xin.

A scepticism crept into their minds. Were they truly witnessing this? Surely, Xiang Yu couldn’t be so close to the imperator.

"Rise," Han Xin commanded, his voice steady and commanding. The councillors complied, but their astonishment morphed into disbelief, a sharp intake of breath caught in their throats. Xiang Yu and Han Xin were indeed together, their fingers clasped tightly, a clear declaration of their relationship.

One council member opened his mouth to speak. "Your ma—majesty—" But as soon as he met Han Xin’s fierce gaze, the words collapsed in his throat, swallowed by the undeniable truth of the moment.

In the vast square all eyes were glued to the spectacle unfolding before them as Han Xin stepped out of the spacecraft, his presence commanding the attention of all who beheld him.

He wore a luminescent light blue robe that shimmered with the soft glow of distant galaxies. Intricate gold threads wove celestial patterns throughout the fabric, appearing to dance and shift with every graceful movement. Han Xin’s armour was a remarkable blend of tradition and advanced technology.

Its rich golden hue gleamed under the ambient light, the polished surface reflecting hints of brilliance that created an aura of invincibility around him. Each deliberate step he took echoed confidence, his boots silent against the smooth, crystal-clear floor. But what drew even more attention than Han Xin was the imposing figure beside him.