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Seize the thief by capturing the king first. Lan Xiaobao took the initiative, seizing the moment to subdue the queen amidst the chaos, then rushed over, only to find Xiao Liu on the brink of collapse from torment. The thought of what had just transpired sent a chill down Lan Xiaobao's spine; his earlier bravado had vanished, and he dared not even breathe, merely holding Xiao Liu close and weeping silently.
"It's alright, I'm fine," he said softly.
As he casually flipped open the command token, Xiao Liu's face turned pale. This was no Dragon-Tiger Order; it was merely a military token granted by the Founding Emperor to the Lan Family for troop mobilization. What a clever ruse! If discovered, it would be a death sentence that could wipe out his entire clan. A hundred Lan Xiaobaos wouldn't be enough to pay for this mistake. Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Liu as he suddenly pushed Lan Xiaobao away.
"I didn't tell you to come back! Why did you return?"
Sensing the danger, he had intended to send Lan Xiaobao out of the palace. He couldn't leave but could protect Lan Xiaobao instead. Yet here he was, running back into danger.
Lan Xiaobao fell to the ground, his head striking hard enough to draw blood, tears blurring his vision as he cried out, "I want to leave too, but in this vast world, only here do I find you."
"You're still pushing me away..."
He sobbed, struggling to catch his breath as he got back up and tried to walk outside. Xiao Liu grabbed him and brushed aside his bangs, gently caressing the wound on his forehead. "It's over, Lan Xiaobao. You've made it impossible for me to become an Enlightened Ruler."
That year, when Xiao Liu ascended the throne, Lan Xiaobao stopped growing taller but continued to follow him every day, up and down the court. People began to call him Lan Xiaoqing. Lan Xiaobao asked, "All those in the harem are your consorts; what am I?"
"You are Lan Xiaobao, a useless monarch who punishes treacherous officials, clears the court of corruption, and defends the realm."
As he spoke these words, their fingers intertwined—bound together in life and death.
But outside these walls, it transformed into accusations of Lan Xiaoqing disrupting court affairs because he was a boy—able to be a brother or a minister but never could he be a lover.
Xiao Liu thought he had many opportunities to change the situation, yet in the end, he did nothing. Lan Xiaobao was right; everyone was harsh on him, too harsh.
Lan Xiaobao was laughing heartily on horseback, shooting arrows at a scarecrow dressed as the Barbarian King, drawing cheers from the soldiers.
Upon arriving in Desert City, he seemed much more cheerful. Here, no one called him Lan Xiaoqing. Although there were dangers lurking, everyone was a man of iron and blood, unlike the palace's scheming and intrigue.
He modified several weapons in the army, significantly increasing their power. He shared meals and practiced martial arts with the soldiers humbly. The blood of the Tiger Gate People revived within him. At that moment, Lan Xiaobao resembled the sky over Desert City—vast and clear. Xiao Liu felt as if he were watching a fledgling he had raised transform into a soaring eagle, drifting further away from him.
This feeling left him at a loss. Even Lan Xiaobao's cheerful laughter became glaringly bright. His expression darkened; Xiao Liu intentionally restricted his activities while keeping him close, wearing a face that shifted between sunshine and storm. Lan Xiaobao tried to please him with a playful grin, but he ignored it. Lan Xiaobao racked his brain for strategies, but Xiao Liu turned a deaf ear, cold and indifferent.
Lan Xiaobao stood there feeling extremely wronged and quietly asked, " Brother Seven, what's wrong with you?"
"Look at what you've become! Rolling around with men every day—do you have any sense of propriety left?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Liu regretted it. Sure enough, Lan Xiaobao's eyes turned red as he silently turned to leave.
"Xiao Bao!" Xiao Liu grabbed his arm. Lan Xiaobao looked up, his expression dimmed.
" Brother Seven, how can you bear to make me sad time and again?"
Xiao Liu's hand unconsciously loosened; that gaze was too sorrowful to bear after fifteen years of affection.
Lan Xiaobao vanished. Xiao Liu searched through the military camp but couldn't find him anywhere.
He went to find the Nursemaid, who was squinting her eyes while sewing a skirt, adorned with beautiful pleats and vibrant patterns. Xiao Liu sat for a while, but she ignored him, focused on her work. It was only when he was about to leave that she suddenly said, "The Lan Family doesn't make Rabbit Grooms."
Xiao Liu paused, wanting to say that he had never considered himself a Rabbit Groom; Lan Xiaobao was his treasure. But outside, the war drums began to sound.
Xiao Liu dashed out and saw dust swirling in the air. Lan Xiaobao was riding a horse, wielding a whip, holding something in his hand as he galloped toward him.
Behind Lan Xiaobao was an army of thousands, surging like a tide.
"Kill!"
Xiao Liu's heart tightened. Without hesitation, the military horn sounded, the war drums beat, and with a command, a rain of arrows descended upon the Barbarians.
Xiao Liu raised his sword and charged to the front, with soldiers behind him also rushing forward with bloodshot eyes.
"Little Treasure!" Xiao Liu shouted. Lan Xiaobao did not respond; instead, he turned his horse around and charged back, throwing what he held fiercely at the Barbarians. It was a bloody human head—the head of the Barbarian King. Sitting on his horse, Lan Xiaobao shouted, "The Barbarian King is dead! Surrender or face this fate!"
He shot an arrow that struck the head, blood splattering everywhere, red and white mixing together and hitting the surrounding Barbarians. Some soldiers were so frightened that their legs went weak. Although their morale hadn't completely shattered, it had already faltered. Just then, Xiao Liu's cavalry arrived and wherever they went, it was a scene of carnage—blood and flesh flying everywhere, corpses littering the ground. Xiao's army grew braver with each battle while the Barbarians retreated step by step.
As Xiao Liu fought his way closer to Lan Xiaobao, he wasn't skilled in close combat but charging alone for the Barbarian King's head had gathered a group of soldiers around him who were willing to fight to the death.
"Little Treasure," Xiao Liu called out again, this time with anger in his voice. Lan Xiaobao turned back with a sly smile and made a gesture before continuing to charge forward.
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