Chapter 69: “Wouldn’t It Be Thrilling to Make You Pregnant with My Child Right in Front of Du Xun?”
“I’ve come to visit Brother Feng on my mother’s behalf. You can step out for now.”
Feng Muya raised her chin, her expression haughty.
“This is the Emperor’s command.”
She wore a device around her neck to block other pheromones; clearly, she had come prepared.
Shen Zhuo stayed close to the bed, showing no intention of moving. This wasn’t the first or second time he had ignored her.
Feng Muya, however, didn’t get angry this time. Her patience was surprisingly good.
“If you want him safe, you’d better listen.”
Shen Zhuo remained unmoved. “As long as I’m here, he’ll be safe.”
Shen Zhuo wasn’t someone whose mind could be changed with just a few words.
Since Feng Muya had decided to see Du Xun alone, she had made thorough preparations.
She took out what she had brought.
“The military’s gland treatment agents only go up to S3, right?”
The girl waved the syringe in her hand, smiling at Shen Zhuo.
“This one is S4.”
Even a single rank increase in recovery agents above S-rank could have a drastically different effect on Du Xun’s treatment.
The Empire had not yet developed agents for S5. Even S4 agents were extremely rare, with only a few existing, their whereabouts currently unknown.
Under these circumstances, Feng Muya indeed had the leverage to negotiate with him. But S4 treatment agents couldn’t even be found in the military.
Shen Zhuo rubbed his fingertips together. “And how do I trust your medicine is real?”
“Believe it or not.” Feng Muya held the vial in her palm, certain he would agree.
“Take the medicine and leave, or I take it with me.”
An S4 recovery agent could indeed help Du Xun recover faster and better. Feng Muya bringing the medicine likely meant she wouldn’t do anything to harm Du Xun.
Shen Zhuo stared at the medicine in her hand for a long while.
He stepped forward, took the item, and walked out.
In the moment he passed Feng Muya, he saw the triumphant mockery in the girl’s eyes. His fingers at his side clenched tightly.
The hospital room door was soundproof; standing outside, Shen Zhuo couldn’t hear any movement inside.
He inspected the unopened vial. It was real. It had the Research Institute’s pharmaceutical coding.
But leaving an Omega alone in a room with his Alpha still made Shen Zhuo unhappy.
Feng Muya opened the door ten minutes later.
“I will truthfully report the electric shock and the injection of an unknown substance to my mother.”
Feng Muya turned her head, a sneer playing on her lips.
“Until he recovers, the authority of the military commander-in-chief will be temporarily assumed by my brother, Feng Ming.”
Shen Zhuo’s gaze sharpened.
Feng Ming taking over the commander-in-chief’s authority?
Du Xun was injured and admitted to the hospital at midnight without telling anyone. By six o’clock, Feng Muya arrived with the medicine to relay the Queen’s decision.
Everything seemed prepared in advance. There are no such coincidences in the world.
“Without the identity of commander-in-chief and with a damaged gland, Brother Feng can only rely on my mother to be saved.”
Feng Muya’s words were sharp, like a piercing thorn stabbing into Shen Zhuo’s already constricted heart.
“Shen Zhuo, you can’t save him.”
“His feelings for you will only give him a weakness.”
She stared into Shen Zhuo’s eyes, her emotions twisted and obsessive.
“You will kill him.”
As if to prove her point, Feng Muya repeated each word with emphasis:
“Du Xun will die at your hands.”
Shen Zhuo’s pupils trembled slightly.
These two sentences sliced through the softest, most untouchable part of his heart.
Like lava dripping into a calm glacial lake, the boy’s back stiffened, and his chest tightened with a suffocating pain. The Epiphyllum pheromones in the air began to riot chaotically.
Feng Muya noticed his abnormality and smiled even more happily.
“So Du Xun is mine, and can only be mine.”
“I can bring him an absolutely safe future.”
Shen Zhuo raised his eyes, his gaze wrapped in blood-like hostility.
What did the royal family take Du Xun for? What did they take everything Du Xun had done all along for?
Did they think being commander-in-chief was easy? Treating the lives of imperial soldiers like grass?!
Unreasonable. Utterly ridiculous.
“Ridiculous.”
Shen Zhuo pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, extremely cold.
“Du Xun isn’t afraid of death, and neither am I.”
The boy’s sharp gaze and voice were terrifyingly fierce.
“You are not worthy to trample on everything he has done.”
Feng Muya tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And what do you possess? No matter how high-level your gland is, no matter how powerful your differentiation ability, you are just one person.”
The girl provoked and mocked, her tone slow.
“You can’t even guarantee Du Xun’s safety, can you?”
The warm orange morning sunlight spilled down in the dawn, landing on Shen Zhuo’s hair, but it didn’t gild him with any warmth.
Shen Zhuo took a deep breath.
Being overly angry actually allowed him to calm down quickly.
His heart rate returned to normal, and the boy’s face became cold and indifferent.
Arguing with Feng Muya any longer was meaningless. She wasn’t the planner, nor even the executor.
But at least, Shen Zhuo now saw the enemy clearly—
Deep in the palace, on the jewel and gold high seat, the woman smiling with curled lips. The person he once considered a “mother” figure.
The boy didn’t want to say more.
He opened the door and returned to the hospital room, shutting out Feng Muya’s face full of blatant smiles.
Shen Zhuo returned to the hospital bed, but his mind was uncontrollably influenced by what Feng Muya had just said.
He shouldn’t have been so agitated. But when it came to Du Xun, he couldn’t stay calm.
Shen Zhuo pressed the call button at the head of the bed.
He saw his hand trembling violently. He immediately withdrew it and pressed it down with his other hand.
Before long, a doctor came to check the S4 recovery agent and confirmed it was real.
Wait for the recovery agent to be injected into the IV bottle. Shen Zhuo sat beside Du Xun, hands clasped, eyes lowered in thought for a long time.
“Du Xun.”
The boy’s voice was very light, almost dissipating into the air as soon as it was spoken.
He gently held the man’s hand.
Epiphyllum pheromones surged.
The softly called name slowly faded in the room filled with the scent of pheromones and disinfectant.
Who knows how much time passed.
Shen Zhuo finally raised his head.
Those eyes, originally misty and rippling, were now as silent as a black hole.
——
With the addition of the S4 recovery agent, there was indeed a noticeable improvement.
Shen Zhuo went back to the military academy for classes in the morning, and after class, he replaced An to take care of Du Xun at the hospital.
He was not in chaos, and he could not be in chaos.
He just allocated more time to improving himself and taking care of Du Xun.
“I ate vegetables today. You said balanced nutrition, I listened.”
“In class today, the teacher praised me.”
“Ai Li told me some funny things, I’ll tell you.”
“Du Xun, look at me, okay?”
“Du Xun…”
Shen Zhuo bit his lip.
Bad alpha.
Sleeping for so long.
It’s been five days already.
“Forget it.” Shen Zhuo wiped the man’s face with a towel. “Can’t get angry with a patient.”
“I’ll settle the score with you when you’re better.”
“…” Shen Zhuo stared at his pale face, finally turning away and sniffing.
“Bastard Du Xun.”
Just then, a shout of “Go in and search” suddenly rang out from outside the door.
The hospital room door was kicked open violently.
Feng Ming, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, barged in with a dozen alphas in combat uniforms.
The man walked leisurely to Du Xun’s hospital bed.
“He’s become like this, and you still want to take care of him?” Feng Ming smiled gently. “Why not go back with me?”
He put on a very magnanimous appearance, spreading his hands towards Shen Zhuo:
“Everything from the past, including what you did to Qingqing, I can let bygones be bygones.”
The person Shen Zhuo least wanted to see right now was this man.
He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and kill him right here.
Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes. “Get out before my patience runs out.”
Feng Ming’s face turned cold. “Do you still think he’s the commander-in-chief?”
The man raised his hand to the people in combat uniforms behind him.
Those people quickly drew their guns from their sides, but the aim was not at Shen Zhuo.
Instead, they aimed at Du Xun, who was still unconscious on the bed.
Feng Ming then made a gesture to Shen Zhuo as if to say “as you can see”.
“I’m here to get Du Xun’s commander-in-chief seal. I’ve searched his office and it’s not there, so it must be on him.”
Feng Ming’s tone was relaxed. “Will you find it for me, or should I do it myself?”
Unexpectedly for Feng Ming, Shen Zhuo walked a few steps forward, blocking the first part of the gun sights aimed at Du Xun.
“I’ll say it again.”
Shen Zhuo stared at him.
“Before my patience runs out, get out.”
He didn’t want to fight in the hospital, nor did he want to disturb Du Xun’s peace.
But his patience, after seeing Feng Muya, was practically nonexistent for any member of the royal family.
Feng Ming drew a gun from his waist, took a step forward, and aimed it at Shen Zhuo’s forehead.
Then he turned his head and gestured to the others before turning back to meet Shen Zhuo’s gaze.
“Search. He can’t move.”
The others immediately began rummaging through the entire hospital room.
All instruments and supplies were swept to the ground with a crash, and clothes and bedding became messy in an instant.
Just as Shen Zhuo moved, the muzzle pressed against his forehead.
Feng Ming’s faint, smiling warning came from in front of him:
“Don’t move.”
The boy quieted down as wished, closing his eyes as if resigning himself to whatever fate awaited, which sparked some ideas in Feng Ming.
He told one person to stop and aim the gun at Du Xun.
Then, he reached out and touched the boy’s cheek.
“Say, if I * you here, in front of Du Xun,” Feng Ming’s smile was manic and terrifying,
“* until you’re pregnant with my child, wouldn’t that be thrilling?”
The eyelashes of the boy with closed eyes trembled slightly.
Seeing Shen Zhuo afraid to move, Feng Ming laughed loudly. He loosened his tie and reached for the boy’s collar.
He dared to bet.
With Du Xun’s life in his hands, Shen Zhuo wouldn’t dare do anything to him.
But Shen Zhuo opened his eyes at this moment.
“If you dare use pheromones, I will…”
Feng Ming seemed to sense the killing intent in the air, his body instinctively freezing.
He saw the boy’s eyes.
The anticipated humiliation, unwillingness, fear, and dread—he saw none of those emotions.
In those pitch-black eyes, there was nothing.
Just the utter indifference of looking down at an insect.
His words were cut off, all blocked in his throat.
In the next second, Feng Ming clutched the back of his neck and screamed loudly, the dropped gun falling right into Shen Zhuo’s hand.
Shen Zhuo took a step forward, Epiphyllum pheromones exploding outward with him as the center.
Ever since knowing his rank was high, Shen Zhuo had intentionally suppressed his pheromones.
Even if released, it wouldn’t be complete.
But this time, the terrifying concentration of oppressive pheromones turned the entire ward into a purgatory in an instant.
Accompanied by absolute oppression that made people fearfully submit.
The others were also controlled, kneeling neatly on both knees, clutching the glands at the back of their necks and wailing, while bleeding from their seven orifices.
In the entire room, the situation reversed in an instant.
Shen Zhuo raised the gun to Feng Ming’s forehead.
He didn’t even say a word, just flicked off the safety.
But just as he was about to pull the trigger.
The boy’s slender wrist was grasped by a large hand.
Another scent poured into the Epiphyllum pheromones in the room.
Carrying a familiar comfort.
Shen Zhuo’s eyes widened abruptly, and he looked back in disbelief—
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This is chapter 70 not 69