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

A nauseating, putrid stench assaulted my senses.

Shi Yu turned pale, his eyes wide with terror, and quickly closed and locked the door.

The stench did not dissipate despite the door's obstruction; instead, it clung to him relentlessly.

He felt his legs were weak and he could barely stand; his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"What do we do? You guys need to think of something quick!"

His body was trembling slightly, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

It feels like the end of the world has arrived; the insects that create zombies should be struck by lightning.

However, all he received in response was a burst of wild laughter.

Vincent's lips curled into a hateful smile, and his already deep eyes appeared even colder and more ruthless.

He stood there quietly, watching his prey struggle on the brink of death.

"Haha... They feel no pain, their bodies are harder than steel, and they love to drink fresh blood. The Undead Legion is my proudest creation."

He spoke calmly, as if he were describing not some terrifying monster, but a precious work of art.

"Welcome to my immortal team."

Vincent's words echoed like a death knell in the ears of all the insects.

The insects that had been feigning death seemed to receive some kind of command and began to crawl up from the ground.

They looked around helplessly, their eyes revealing the fear of death.

Vincent's gaze slowly swept over the insects, finally settling on Robin.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his lips became even more pronounced.

"Seventh Prince, have you returned for revenge? I can help you."

Robin looked arrogant and showed him no mercy.

"Hmph, it's nothing but a pet kept by my father, the emperor, yet it dares to devour its master."

Vincent wasn't angry when he said that.

She chuckled softly, "You don't look like Yi Yun at all, but you do resemble that guard by about 70 percent."

Vincent's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Robin's heart and then stirring it up repeatedly.

"Shut up, I won't allow you to insult my mother."

Robin's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, his eyes fixed on Vincent as if he were about to breathe fire.

His mental energy surged like a raging wave, forming a giant palm that slapped Vincent hard with fierce force.

Vincent, however, appeared unusually calm, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing a half-smile.

He calmly raised his hand, easily deflecting Robin's attack.

Not only that, he also retaliated by quickly slapping Robin several times.

Vincent's movements were elegant and fluid, like he was performing a magnificent dance.

The sound of tickling insects came slowly and deliberately.

"His Majesty the Insect Emperor has gone to great lengths to cover up your female father's shameful deeds."

He meticulously planned a scheme to catch another pregnant female servant in bed with him and banish her from the palace.

At this point, Vincent turned his gaze to Raphael beside him, his eyes containing a certain profound meaning.

He continued, "It's so ironic that the real princes suffer outside while the imposters enjoy wealth and luxury in the palace."

Vincent's words struck Robin and Raphael like a heavy hammer.

"Stop spreading rumors here, I won't believe a single word of it."

Robin said he didn't believe it, but he already had the answer in his heart.

No wonder the old crawler did that kind of thing to itself.

"Robin, don't let him influence you, find a way to escape."

Gaia lowered her voice to comfort her.

At that moment, he was filled with regret, feeling that he had dragged his brother down with him.

"Ha, a real prince and a fake prince, how laughable."

Raphael's face turned ashen, his gaze meeting Robin's in mid-air before quickly separating.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him: shock, anger, and a touch of indescribable pain.

Rosso, who was listening intently, did not notice Raphael's unusual behavior.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This Insect Emperor is outrageous! He neglects his own son and instead raises someone else's. Is he out of his mind?"

"Rosso, shut up."

Shi Yu said somewhat impatiently.

Although the voice wasn't loud, there was a clear hint of displeasure in it.

He glanced at Raphael and saw that his eyes were slightly red and tears were welling up in them; he must be feeling very sad.

Shi Yu quickly comforted him softly, "Raphael, that's all in the past. Don't let those irrelevant things affect your mood."

Rosso was completely oblivious to Raphael's emotional shift and continued talking to himself.

"I will take care of my wife myself. Even if you are her brother-in-law, don't overstep your bounds."

He turned his head with a smile, wanting Raphael's approval, but suddenly his face froze.

"Wife, are you crying?"

Rosso belatedly realized, "So, you are the real prince."

"no."

Raphael raised his head, and the sorrow in his eyes was instantly replaced by indifference.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that this magnificent palace had become filthy and repulsive.

Every minute and every second here felt like torture, excruciatingly painful.

"My lord, I want to leave."

Rosso paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll go deal with the zombies outside first, and I'll take you home when I get back."

"Okay, let's go home."

Raphael slowly raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, and tried hard not to let the tears fall.

He silently counted to ten in his mind, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and his gaze was firm and resolute.

He once longed to gain the approval and praise of the Insect Emperor, and studied desperately.

Silently enduring all kinds of pressure and grievances, they climbed step by step to the pinnacle of power.

Now that he knows the truth of what happened back then, Raphael feels that his actions were incredibly foolish.

Because he was abandoned, no matter how hard he tried, no one truly cared whether he was excellent or not.

Just as he was lost in thought, a seductive voice rang in his ear.

"Raphael, are you willing to accept this? If you cooperate obediently, I can help you seize the throne."

It was Vincent who spoke, his tone full of confidence, certain that the other party would agree to his conditions.

Raphael's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that while Vincent's proposal was enticing, it must also conceal enormous risks and conspiracies.

"Don't listen to him, Raphael!"

Chris, who had been silent all along, shouted anxiously.

He was afraid that Raphael would be deceived by Vincent's sweet talk.

Without hesitation, he launched another attack on Vincent, his mental energy instantly transforming into several thick vines that wrapped around Vincent's body.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself."

Vincent narrowed his eyes and revealed a disdainful smile.

He raised his right hand, a flash of cold light, and the vines wrapped around him were instantly severed.

This is just the beginning.

A ruthless glint flashed in Vincent's eyes, and the severed vines seemed to come alive, quickly coalescing.

They attacked Chris with the speed of startled insects, like hungry venomous snakes, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on their prey.

Chris was startled and quickly mobilized all the mental energy in his mind to try to resist the fierce attack.

However, Vincent's strength clearly exceeded his expectations; the impact of the vines was exceptionally powerful.

The moment Chris's mental energy collided with it, the enormous reaction force caused Chris's body to tremble violently.

I felt as if my bones were about to fall apart, and the pain was unbearable.

"what!"

Chris couldn't help but scream as his body flew backward.

At this critical moment, Shi Yu rushed over like lightning, opened his arms, and hugged Chris tightly.

The two insects slammed into the wall like cannonballs.

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded, and the walls seemed to tremble.

Shi Yu's back slammed against the hard wall, and he felt as if his internal organs had shifted, causing him excruciating pain.

"Honey, are you alright?"

Shi Yu endured the excruciating pain and swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth.

She looked at Chris in her arms with concern, her voice filled with worry.

Chris's face was as pale as paper, and a hint of self-reproach flashed in his eyes.

"My lord, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"