A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

Hermann's eyes were dull and lifeless.

I stared at the two figures gradually disappearing into the distance, as if in self-torture.

His tone was filled with resentment and longing.

"Chris, you should be my queen."

A shadow fell over Emil's face, and jealousy burned fiercely in his heart.

But he still held back and tried his best to appear understanding.

"Chris is deliberately being affectionate with other males to get your attention. He's playing hard to get, just to manipulate you. Don't fall for it."

Hermann's patience ran out, and he immediately turned cold.

"This is between us, it has nothing to do with you."

"My dear Herman, what will it take for you to marry me?"

Emil still wanted to try.

How could a prince like him be repeatedly rejected by insects? Where would he put his pride?

"Your Highness, I only consider you a brother, please stop bothering me."

Hermann's voice was cold and resolute as he turned and left without looking back.

"That's not how it works..."

Emil's eyes were empty and lifeless.

His hands fell limply down as if they had lost their support, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant.

Memories of the past kept flashing through his mind.

In the past, if he even slightly furrowed his brow, Hermann would be on high alert and extremely nervous.

She would immediately abandon Chris and rush over to ask him with concern if he was feeling unwell or if he was having any troubles.

To cheer him up, Herman deliberately made things difficult for Chris, even going so far as to tease him repeatedly...

Seeing Emil's happy smile, Herman would smile along with him, his smile full of doting and love.

However, all of that has changed now.

Emil couldn't accept this fact.

So he started walking and chased after him.

He stood panting in front of Herman, his chest heaving.

My throat was so dry that I could barely make a sound.

"You've always disliked Chris, how could you fall in love with him?"

Hermann paused slightly.

Every word the other person spoke was like a dull knife, slowly cutting away at his heart.

I remember Chris's cold eyes and his resolute back.

"No, I don't dislike him..."

He was just too outstanding and dazzling, making me, standing in the shadows, seem useless.

The words stuck in Herman's throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

His female father and male father both lost their lives on the brutal battlefield.

From then on, he became a helpless orphan, adopted by the Insect Emperor in the palace, and became the focus of attention for all the insects.

The Insect Emperor placed high hopes on him, not only providing him with the best education and living conditions, but also personally teaching him various kinds of knowledge and skills.

It can be said that he grew up under the careful care of the Insect Emperor.

As he grew older, Hermann gradually grew tired of court life.

He hated the cumbersome palace rules, feeling they were like ropes tightly binding his freedom.

At the age of fifteen, he had a fierce fight with Robin and resolutely moved away from the palace.

From then on, he began to indulge himself, and fighting and staying out all night became commonplace.

This is how they rebel against the rules and constraints they deem unreasonable.

The Insect Emperor was very disappointed with his behavior and decided to stop interfering in his affairs and let him fend for himself.

Hermann was suddenly struck as if by lightning, his heart jolting.

Perhaps Chris has completely lost hope in himself!

The thought, like the whisper of a demon, swirled in his mind, almost suffocating him.

He recalled Chris's recent unusual behavior, his indifference and estrangement from him, and that inexplicable marriage.

"Could it be that he's disappointed in me, so he's marrying another male out of spite, wanting to completely sever ties with me?"

Herman muttered to himself, his voice filled with pain and self-reproach.

This idea, like a wildfire, burned brighter and brighter in his heart.

Hermann clenched his fists, unable to accept this outcome.

"I'm going to the military to prove my worth with my actions and win back Chris's heart."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

Achieving this goal will not be easy, but he is willing to make every effort.

"Hermann, whatever you want to do, I will make it happen for you."

Emil's smile concealed a deeper meaning that was not easily noticed.

What he offered was so tempting that it was hard to refuse.

Herman's throat tightened.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in his eyes.

He now needs the Crown Prince's help.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Hermann heard a hint of helplessness in his own voice.

The two insects seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke again.

However, beneath this apparent calm, countless undercurrents and unknown variables are surging.

Meanwhile, Chris was surrounded by a group of reporters, looking rather unpleasant, and was answering questions impatiently.

"Some people believe the military is not doing its job. Are there other considerations?"

"Why is the rebel leader Gaia's powerful lord so similar to your powerful lord?"

"What countermeasures should we take given that netizens across the country idolize rebels?"

What further measures will be introduced in the legislation concerning the protection of male insects?

"General Chris, what's your opinion...?"

The reporters were sharp-tongued, asking increasingly tricky questions.

Chris remained expressionless and spoke indifferently.

"The military has not been negligent; never underestimate the importance of the law."

Some people are unaware of the rebels' brutality and ruthlessness, and blindly worship them. We hope journalists will diligently publicize this information to better raise public awareness of safety.

After saying that, he glanced at Adolf, then closed his lips tightly and said nothing more.

Silence is sometimes a more powerful response than words.

He wanted to convey a message to all the insects in this way.

I don't want to talk about this anymore, and I don't want to be disturbed.

Adolf and Black Five were used to this kind of scene, and they tacitly walked to the front and cleared a path.

"Excuse me, everyone, please make way."

Adolf shouted, "My master is on vacation. Please, media friends, be kind and understanding."

Shi Yu then made himself a background character, putting his arm around Chris and quickly leaving.

The reporters followed closely, clearly not intending to let them off easily.

Just as Shi Yu was about to squeeze out of the swarm, a sharp voice rang out.

"Shi Yuxiong, please wait!"

Shi Yu suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at the reporter who had asked the question.

"There are reports that you violated traffic rules and that your mental strength level was falsified. What is your explanation for this?"

The reporter stared directly at Shi Yu without flinching, holding the recording pen high in her hand.

Shi Yu frowned slightly, his expression serious.

"First of all, the speeding incident did not cause any injuries or fatalities among the insect personnel. Secondly, I have paid the fine as required."

As for the claim that mental strength levels are fabricated, that's utter nonsense.

His voice was deep, each word carrying a chill.