Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

"General, the peace request from the empire has come again." He stood there for a long time, and no one dared to disturb him. It was just that the military situation was urgent, and someone broke the silence.

"What did they say?" Chris didn't look back, his eyes still stayed in the unknown distance.

From here to the capital star of the empire, there are only three galaxies away.

Even he himself didn't expect that the road would be so smooth. Xia Yang never showed up. He disappeared from the training ground six years ago. Even in the past few years when the empire was retreating, he has been didn't show up.

However, every time he came out of the imperial planet, he would remember Xia Yang's sarcastic and pitiful sneer at him.

"They asked for peace talks, saying that they are willing to agree to any request made by the Federation." The guard truthfully stated the original words sent by the diplomats of the empire just now.

"Any request?" Chris snorted softly: "Then how about I let them surrender directly?"

The guard didn't know how to answer, so he could only keep silent.

Of course, Chris knows that this is impossible. Generally speaking, the two parties usually end up with land cession, compensation, and a series of other unequal treaties. Although the Federation now has a great advantage, Chris knows that , The empire is not powerless to counterattack.

The owner of the legendary superpower, the royal blood of the Xia family, he has never met a single one.

Xia Yang seemed to have disappeared. As the actual ruler of the empire, he hadn't shown his face during the five long years. Every time he declared war, it was the puppet emperor on the throne who stuttered and read nothing. The provocative speech made the imperial people lose their motivation to resist.

What they believe in is not this puppet trash, but that godlike man.

But that god-like man never showed up, and even the second prince disappeared. Only His Royal Highness the third prince, who has just grown up this year, has already stood on the front line of the struggle against the Federation. According to the battle report of the imperial army, It can be seen that the third prince is wearing a military uniform with a calm face, which can be regarded as the last reassurance for the imperial people.

Chris also met Xia Xing several times on the battlefield, but he never fought against Xia Xing. When he saw Xia Xing's starship parked directly behind the imperial army, he would always have a strange feeling in his heart.

He didn't want to have a real fight with Xia Xing, and he didn't know why.

Chris thinks that Xia Xing is too young, it is really difficult for him to regard Xia Xing as a real opponent.

Xia Xing's ability is still an unknown secret, and Chris is already a mature SSS ability user.

Arthur has handed over almost all of his military power, and he retreated to the second line to do daily management work.

Chris has mastered almost the entire military power of the Federation, and is the heir that everyone is satisfied with. The only problem is that he has no intention of choosing a partner—although 36 years old is still very young for a Federation person, but Chris After all, Reese is a person who has been on the battlefield all year round, and his guns have no eyes. If there is an accident one day, it would be a pity that such an excellent SSS gene has not been preserved.

But Chris said that he was unwilling to marry a woman. He made it clear about his sexual orientation, but when Arthur showed that they could find a man who could give birth, he was still rejected by Chris.

"I like people, not just because of gender, father." Chris stood in front of Arthur's desk, looked at Arthur who was frowning, and said in a deep voice.

"Do you remember that Louis?" Arthur slapped the table: "I told you he was dead! No one can survive the center of a mecha explosion! Remember a dead man, Chris, you want to Are you against me?"

"I don't, Father." A trace of complexity flashed in Chris's eyes: "I just don't have these thoughts. The most important thing now is unity."

"These two things don't conflict, Chris," Arthur said complicatedly, looking at Chris who was already taller than him in front of him, thinking whether he should just get rid of his emotional system in the first place.

What they need is a machine-like reformed person who can always make the right choice, not the unstable factor in front of them that will be affected by other trivial matters.

Too rich emotional system is not a good thing.

"Are you working so hard now, are you trying to unify or find Sharan?" Arthur said, "If it's the second one, Chris, I think I need to take back your command. What we need is someone to lead us to A unified great leader, not a knight who worked hard to rescue the princess from the devil, and Sharon is not a princess, he is a lackey of the devil."

"The reason why you lost control at the beginning was that Sharan interfered with your brain waves with a device," Arthur tapped his finger on the table: "Later we found various materials in his residence that had not been destroyed in time, and I also I don't know, but he was already deliberately collecting your relevant information when he was by your side, it seems that he should have known his identity a long time ago."

"I shouldn't have sent him to your side in the first place." He sighed softly, "I was careless."

Hearing Arthur mention an incident six years ago, Chris' face changed slightly, and he interrupted what Arthur wanted to say: "It's okay, father, I won't make any impulsive decisions, If the federation needs to extract my genes, I can provide blood."

"This is the worst strategy," Arthur said, "well, before the reunification, I don't have to force you, but you have to swear to me that you can't mess with the second prince of the empire anymore."

"Naturally, father, I would think otherwise of a man who murdered me."

And now, when the empire's request for summation is really placed in front of Chris, the first thing Chris thinks of is not the terms of land cession or other politicians' games, but——

"Tell them, I want the second prince of the empire to negotiate with me personally the terms of the peace."

In the dark room without a single light, a ray of light suddenly appeared.

There were footsteps coming in.

Xia Ran closed his eyes, motionless, and had no idea to take a look at the visitor.

Because he has no hope.

He has been imprisoned here for six years. Xia Yang really did what he said, and imprisoned him in this room regardless of everyone's opposition. No one can approach this room except Xia Yang himself.

Xia Lang didn't expect Xia Yang to do things so terribly. In the past six years, he used countless methods to beg Xia Yang to let him go out, but in the end Xia Yang did something that made him despair - he used the word spirit to himself , stating that he would not let Sharan go out under any circumstances.

Sharan's hopes were completely shattered.

But for some reason, today's footsteps sounded a little light and hurried, a little different from the usual footsteps.

He finally half-opened his eyelids and opened his eyes to look at the person coming.

The person in front of him was not Xia Yang, but a young man. He was wearing a well-tailored imperial uniform, and his eyes were condensed, but Xia Lang felt a little familiar.

The eyes of the two people met in the air, Xia Lang paused for a while, and finally mobilized the memory that was about to be forgotten: "Xia Xing...?"

"Dad, long time no see." Xia Xing's eyes were calm, and the word "Dad" that came out of his mouth didn't seem to represent the closest relationship in the world, but rather like a subordinate's address to a superior. With a touch of emotion.

"You...how...here...you...come in?" Xia Lang hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time. When Xia Yang came, he almost always looked non-violent and non-cooperative, and hardly spoke. It is difficult for him to have normal conversations with people.

But Xia Xing understood: "We temporarily controlled my father. With his current state, he is not suitable to be a leader, but please rest assured that we did not hurt him."

"I don't care if you hurt him or not..." Xia Lang said in a low voice, looking at Xia Xing's face, he suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

Six years have passed, Xia Xing has grown from a calm-faced child to an adult who can take care of himself, but he himself has been trapped in this ghostly place for six years.

He laughed at himself, and then heard Xia Xing say: "The Federation called you to participate in the peace negotiations, Dad."

"Peace...negotiation?"

"It's like this..." Xia Xing untied the belt that had bound Xia Lang for six years, and gave Xia Lang a general introduction to the current situation.

Only then did Xia Lang realize that things had gotten so bad.

He can see Xia Yang every day, and Xia Yang spends more than half of his time here every day. He thought that the empire really didn't have any political affairs to deal with, but what he didn't expect was that it wasn't that there were no political affairs, but that Xia Yang didn't take care of them.

When he was trapped in place, everyone was making progress, so it was normal for him to be defeated.

And Chris, who was stepped on by Xia Yang back then, has now become the military controller of the Federation. He was also the one who asked Xia Lang to go to this negotiation.

Like a lunatic, Xia Yang ignored the violent attack of the Federation, and his personal strength was so strong that no one could easily resist his decision. Xia Lang asked, "How did you control him?"

"No comment, Dad." Xia Xing lowered his eyelids and said, "Although you are my father, the empire has still kept the accusation of espionage against you. As one of the heirs of the empire, I am sorry that I cannot answer your question." question."

Ever since Sharan came to the empire from the Federation, there have been calls for him to be an undercover agent or a spy, and Xia Yang never seems to suppress these gossips, and Sharan's inheritance rights have not been shown by Sharan It was deprived of the ability to produce a very powerful royal family.

"I see."

Xia Lang frowned, and his face wrinkled into a ball. This action was actually not suitable for his age, but it didn't look awkward at all when he did it.

"The negotiation is set in three days, Dad." Xia Xing said to the man in his 50s, but still thin like a boy, "I will send someone to assist you, don't worry, except when you have to show up , you don't have to do much."

So in the end it's still a puppet.

Xia Lang looked at Xia Xing, wondering what he was thinking.

He didn't know what to do next.

If Xia Yang made him feel scared because of his too powerful ability, Xia Xing gave him the feeling that it was unfathomable.

He didn't know much about his cheap son. The system told him that he didn't usually meet Xia Xing. As the third prince who was born with a firm royal blood, Xia Xing was raised by a professional team since he was a child. In order to avoid suspicion, Xia Xing called the third prince to the outside world, and Xia Yang and Xia Xing are brothers, so Xia Lang usually has no chance to meet him.

But this boy, after his father imprisoned his father for six years, successfully launched a coup and seized power.

At the age of 16, Chris, the protagonist of this world, is still a boy who can only follow Louis with fiery eyes, but Xia Xing has become the actual ruler of this huge empire.

"Have a good rest, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Xia Xing said to Xia Lang who was in deep thought in front of him: "If you have something to do, you can order the servants through the optical brain." He handed it to Xia Lang, but Xia Yang confiscated it for six years Xia Lang completely believed that he must have controlled Xia Yang, otherwise it would be impossible to get his optical brain.

Seeing him reaching out to take it, Xia Xing turned around and left.

Xia Lang reinstalled the optical brain, then looked up at Xia Xing's back who had already walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"

Xia Xing stopped, but didn't look back: "What's wrong, Dad?"

"Tell me the result of the negotiation you want." Sharon's voice was a little hoarse, because he hadn't spoken for a long time.