He was at a loss for words.

“…?”

Jiang Ci‌​‌⁠‌‍‌‍⁠⁠‍‌​‌​‌‍⁠‍​‍‌​‍ didn’t fully understand Bai Ze’s words. After all, the response speed clearly meant it hadn’t consulted Wan Jiang. But by then, he was already at the door of the Commander’s quarters. To facilitate work, the Legion Commander’s quarters was right next to his office, just a few steps and a turn away.

Knock knock.

Jiang Ci knocked on the door.

A faint blue light scanned his face, and a cold, formal electronic voice sounded from inside. 

“Major General Jiang Ci requests access. Shall I open the door?”

“…”

No one responded, so the voice repeated: 

“Major General Jiang Ci requests access. Shall I open the door?” 

“Major General Jiang Ci requests access. Shall I open the door?”

Ye Shu, still groggy from a hangover, was getting annoyed by the noise and buried his head under the covers. 

“Yes, yes, just open it!”

Then the door opened.

—And the two of them stepped into a whole new world.

Jiang Ci: “…” 

Huo Xianfeng: “…”

This might be the only time when they both shared the same expression.

They were both stunned by the scene before them.

Because Jiang Ci saw that his uncle’s bed—which had always been a template of housekeeping standards—was now reduced to complete chaos. And it wasn’t just the bed; everything within sight was in disarray, as if a war had taken place.

“Ugh…”

Jiang Ci frowned, and instinctively covered his nose and mouth, grabbing Huo Xianfeng’s arm to catch a hint of his pheromones to calm down.

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Generally speaking, alphas have an intense aversion to the pheromones of other alphas. For that reason, combat uniforms often have pheromone-absorbing features, and alpha soldiers usually learn to restrain themselves.

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Beyond the pheromones, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and these scents were strongly intertwined.

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Jiang Ci gulped, his mind was actually very confused, but he still pried Huo Xianfeng’s fingers apart to peek through them and confirm the scene before him.

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—It seems this wasn’t a dream, after all.

Jiang Ci’s worldview was officially shattered.

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“Let’s… maybe come back later.”

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Wan Jiang floated midair and announced, “Legion Commander, it’s a call from His Majesty.” 

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Whenever Pei Changyun contacted him, it was typically of high importance, so Zhou Jiuya would never ignore his calls and there was even a special alert set for the Emperor.

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“Answer—!”

“Wait, Uncle…!!”

His speed was so fast that even Jiang Ci couldn’t stop it, and he even subconsciously called out his affectionate title.

In the next instant, Pei Changyun’s hologram appeared in the room.

Both Jiang Ci and Huo Xianfeng turned their gazes and looked at Pei Changyun.

The Emperor looked as if he hadn’t slept all night; He was still sitting on his ebony chair, holding his forehead with one hand and rubbing his eyebrows with his eyes closed, inadvertently revealing a bit of fatigue.

However, because of this action, he didn’t immediately see the shocking scene before him. 

“Zhou Jiuya, there’s something I…”

Pei Changyun looked up mid-sentence, and then…

He froze.

Pei Changyun was stunned: “……?”

His Majesty the Emperor showed a rare look of shock.

“?????”

If not for Zhou Jiuya’s unmistakable face, Pei Changyun would have thought that Wan Jiang had accidentally projected the wrong image or that a virus had somehow infiltrated the system, broadcasting some kind of… R-rated scene. Or perhaps he was simply seeing things due to lack of sleep.

After all, Zhou Jiuya had always been his most reliable subordinate, someone who never gave Pei Changyun the slightest cause for concern. Back in the day, when he’d cracked down on discipline in the Seventh Legion, Zhou Jiuya had always served as the perfect model of conduct. Ye Shu, on the other hand, was the polar opposite—a constant headache for Pei Changyun.

And now…

The Emperor was looking at his most dependable subordinate lying on the same bed as his most troublesome one.

Zhou Jiuya’s uniform shirt was disheveled, with seven or eight buttons missing, exposing a solid, muscular chest marked with faint red traces. His lip was split, and there was a clear bite mark on his wrist.

Scattered on the floor were his wrinkled, even torn uniform jacket, and Ye Shu’s clothes, both things hopelessly entangled.

Pei Changyun: “…”

He was at a loss for words.