Why is the waste prince like that?

"Father?" Samir looked at the majestic monarch, he couldn't believe his ears.

It is difficult for the monarch to calmly face the gaze of his prince, even if there is no staring element in it.

"Samir, I know that you are unwilling and have been investigating in private, but this will not happen again, I assure you, I... I assure you, you are all very good children, you shouldn't... ..."

He seems to be a bit older, Samir is his youngest child, but due to the early death of his mother, he is also the child who receives the least care.

But this does not prevent them from loving each other.

It also does not prevent the monarch from distributing love to each family member.

Perhaps his mother's queen was his father's favorite woman, and he married her against all odds, but not half a year after her death, he still married a new queen.

Because as a monarch, responsibility is far more important than personal feelings.

Samir understood that he received the same education as his father.

However, he finally took a half step back, and he asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the moment, asking like a confused child in an ordinary remarried family: "Dad, you will love Queen Salia as much as you love your mother." His Majesty?"

his current wife.

His father hesitated for a moment, then weakly reprimanded his best child: "Salia is also your mother."

"And my wife, the Empress of the Empire."

Samuel wanted to ask him, so to you, the queen mother is no different from any other woman you marry, and I am no different from your other children.

Your love is carefully weighed and distributed equally to everyone.

So even if he almost died at the hands of his brother, as long as he is not really dead, everything should be left to chance.

Could it be that you really want to force your brother to death?

what brother?Jealous of him hating his brother?Always trying to ruin his reputation, even wanting to kill his brother?

In the relationship between people, the most hurtful thing is thinking that you are special in the heart of the other person.

Because of this self-righteousness, he can tolerate everything, being pushed and teased for no reason, implicitly hinting at the lack of blessings of the mother, a well-designed trap for a child, a joke that is not funny with him as the protagonist, The never-ending framing.

And the rare paternal love that needs to be earned.

Guaranteed every time.

There is no next time Sammy.

I'll be on your side Sammy.

No man should cry about it, Samuel.

You've got everything they don't have, don't be dissatisfied.

And now he discovered that what his young self had worked so hard to win was not fatherly love, it was just a kind of imperial love.

The regal love that puts everyone in their place.

It's not even mature, otherwise he would never have noticed.

Samuel took a deep look at the man on the throne.

And the other party lowered their eyes, their evasive gaze seemed to be praying silently.

Your promise is always behind and never fulfilled.

You are the majestic monarch, the most cowardly father.

"Is this why you summoned your ministers late at night? My Majesty."

The monarch affirmed with difficulty.

So Samir assured him that he would not investigate any further, and would never attack his brother because of this.

Unlike his lord, he never broke his word.

It was the first time he made such an arrangement for a private matter. The car was parked at the end of Jasmine Long Street, and no one knew that the prince was staying here.

It hasn't started snowing yet, but it's cold enough.

He was dressed differently from military parades, and on his noble and handsome face, he looked as confused as a poor homeless child.

He walked along this street, took a shortcut under the guidance of the navigation, put his hands in the coat pockets that were mostly decorations, and kicked away the empty nutritional supplement shells left by the unqualified night returners from time to time.

If it weren't for the smooth and lustrous blond hair and handsome and elegant face, he would look like a depressed, frustrated, mediocre man who was kicked out by his wife.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, and he even turned off the navigation.

He walks quickly and tires very little.

At last he stood in front of a gate, a gate that was a little scary tall.

He looked up.

Imperial First Military Academy.

He looked down at his attire again, there was no camouflage.

If any student passes by from here, he can be called the 3678th time on the empire's hot search.

But it was very dark, and he approached the little gate through which the pupils passed.

Only the guard room, where the emotional faculty and staff live for the rest of their lives, still glows with a warm yellow light.

He swiped the highest authority and walked forward without looking back.

A voice behind him stopped him: "Hey, kid, it's too late, you have to register."

He turned his head.

An old man with silver hair squinted at him, wearing an extremely earthy reddish-brown plaid shawl.

He couldn't see clearly.

Samir was silent for a few seconds, and he said, "Where is the registration?"

The old man took out a paper booklet and an old-fashioned pen with a green glass casing from behind him.

This should be a collectible.

Samir grumbled, and filled in the date and student number on the paper:

11 month 29 day 602291119

Next comes name and class.

He held the old-fashioned pen jerky, hesitated for a while, and finally wrote:

Qiao strengthens the first team

Reason for late return.

To see His Majesty?He raised the corner of his lips numbly, and filled in:

There is an appointment.

Holding the brochure, the old man took a closer look, and for some reason, he said, "It's so late, she shouldn't have driven you back."

Samuel sighed, he was almost like Ollie, are all the old men in the world the same?

Think that the world of young people is only about love and romance?

"What you said is, I'm too tired, goodbye, good night."

The old man waved his hand to signal him to go back, and he hunched back to the guard room. He waited until the poor child who was driven back to school by his lover disappeared without a trace. He found the pair of glasses on the table and put them on before carefully looking at them to the contents of the roster.

Class of 602?

The campus is very empty, yes, it is late at night after all.

He opened a door, using a duplicate ID card.

He opened another one, with his own hands.

It's warm inside.

The night light by the bed was left on, and the soft light illuminated the sleeping face.

The thick black hair on the forehead was slightly wet, and it seemed that it was a little uncomfortable from the heat, and he let out a muffled sound from his mouth.

He was too hot, and Samuel immediately lowered the room temperature by voice.

He thought the sound was very soft, but the notification sound from the cooling device was so loud that he even startled himself.

This affected Lancer's sleep.

Maybe he was just too hot.

The young man moved his head, his eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly opened his eyes.

He propped up his upper body and looked at the man at the end of the bed with his back turned to him.

A half-length beautiful light golden curly hair showed his identity.

Samir lost control of his emotions, and was silently cursing the old equipment of the First Military Academy, using most of the swear words he learned in the army.

Until he turned around and saw a beautiful face with a bewildered look and residual sleepiness.

A wet red face and wet forehead hair.

He shut his mouth, scaring the second jump of the day.

The first reaction was to walk quickly to Lancer's side, he wanted to say something.

Say something.

Nothing came out.

He didn't even know why he was here or what he was doing here.

Lancer didn't say anything, he looked up at Samir for a while.

Then, he just opened his arms, and hugged Samir's waist like a child, his arms were very tight, very tight.

Samuel looked at him helplessly.

After a long time, he finally got a little space, bent down, and hugged her back tightly.

The jerky was only for a short while, and soon he was stroking the other party's hair eagerly, and pressed his cheek to the other's hot and moist soft cheek, which was as close as a close kiss.

Correct.

He got it.

That's why he's here.

That's what he's here to do.

Why did his eye sockets start to heat up?

Because that's what...

This is what he has been...

always wanted.