After destroying everything in the room, he dropped the whip and rushed into “Fucks'” room, tightly embracing him, kissing him with unprecedented passion. Only such a life has meaning.
Jacques, who had just finished training at the secret training base and returned to Eden, heard the news of Ilso canceling the wedding and was astonished. His first reaction was actually a flash of Dichi’s shadow; his intuition told him this should be related to Dichi.
Standing before the building, he looked at the connected tower blocks, the highest one being Ilso’s residence. It was also the Empire’s tallest building. Would the person standing at the top defy God’s will? What would happen next, and what punishment would he receive?
While he was thinking about this, Ilso was walking out of the main gate, with a masked person closely following behind.
Jacques knew that masked person, reportedly a servant given to Ilso by Xianyousa. Ilso now had only that one servant. Although the person wore a mask, he instantly recognized that the person must be Dichi.
His body kept trembling, almost uncontrollably excited. After Dichi’s disappearance, he had been thinking of her, yet never feeling satisfied. Perhaps it was this desire and dissatisfaction that gave him a crazy power, allowing him to thrive in an unimaginably strict training and finish early.
The current Di Qi looks delicate and touching, though still carrying a hint of wildness and pride. Her long, slender legs, slim waist, and shining short hair captivated him. He stopped in front of her, desire unmistakable in his eyes.
Di Qi just looked at him without much reaction: “Why are you here? This is not a place for you.”
“You’re still so cold, which is disappointing. I’ve been working hard for you all this time,” Jacques extended his arms, bracing against the wall, encircling Di Qi in his embrace.
Di Qi’s eyebrows slightly twitched, clearly displeased with his actions: “What do you want, Jacques? Looking to cause trouble?”
Jacques laughed softly: “Even if your taste is bitter, I would still enjoy it.”
He spoke, then suddenly kissed her lips, but Di Qi quickly turned her face away, his kiss landing on her cheek. Di Qi became angry, reaching to push him away, but his hand tightly gripped her arms, pinning her closely. He was taller and stronger, and she couldn’t easily break free.
At the same time, Ilso also returned home. Di Qi was naked, standing by the window, licking the wound on his arm. He paid no attention to her, sitting down and pouring himself a strong drink. Di Qi slowly licked the wound on his arm clean before sitting down on the floor next to him.
"Ilso, what are we going to do now?" she asked with bright, clear eyes.
Ilso tasted the strongest liquor, carelessly saying: "Do you care about this?"
Di Qi shrugged: "Not at all."
Ilso laughed, reaching out to gently stroke her soft black hair: "Then don't ask."
Di Qi leaned her head on his leg, unusually docile, thinking yes, whatever happens next, as long as she can be with him.
That day, "Goeisgu" finally summoned Ilso again, her intention obvious without saying a word.
"Ilso, your performance deeply disappoints me. You have hurt my heart." At this moment, she was a dignified and steady woman, her face calm, but her eyes carried a hint of subtle melancholy.
Facing such a gaze, Ilso was also slightly moved, knowing that even though she was just a memory image, she had invested much emotion and expectation in him. He bowed slightly to her: "I am sorry for this."
"If you are willing, you can still remedy everything," she said.
Ilso was silent for several seconds before answering: "I know, but I cannot do it."
Deep within the high, grand, and empty space, a long, deep, and distant sigh seemed to resonate. Goeisgu closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was no longer human, instantly transformed into a supreme queen - black hair, golden crown, jade scepter, long yellow robe, cold eyes - displaying the majesty and nobility of absolute rule.
“You have two choices: kill that girl, or go to the judgment stand,” the queen issued her final ultimatum.
Ilso calmly replied: “I refuse to choose.”
“I can consider that you have chosen the latter.”
Ilso said nothing.
“You may go now. Your status will not be affected before the judgment begins.” The queen made her final decision, then disappeared in a blaze of light.
Ilso showed no reaction, walking out elegantly and composedly.
As soon as Ilso stepped out of the elevator, he heard a soft piano melody.
In the broad, bright hall, sunlight streamed through the windows. Di Qi, draped in a white robe, sat by the window playing the piano. Her nimble hands danced across the black and white keys, clearly lost in her own world.
Slowly, warmth and gentleness entered his cold eyes. Di Qi was here, by his side.
Yesterday, the judgment notice had been delivered to his hands. A month later, he would walk into the Empire’s Supreme Court to face the Empire’s final judgment.
This was the first time in history that a royal family member would stand in the court of law, which was truly shocking and novel. A month was indeed a long time; he understood “her” intention, that she hoped he would pull back from the brink and give him a chance to choose again before the trial began. She still harbored such hope, which made him want to feel sad for her.
He didn’t expect that when he returned home, the room was empty, with no sign of Diqi anywhere to be seen. Diqi would absolutely not leave on her own. They both knew that once she left his protective range, it would be dangerous. He quickly realized that just before his return, the secret police had taken her away. “She” had finally made a move against Diqi.
After standing motionless in the room for a long time, he turned and walked out, went downstairs, and drove towards the secret prison. He admitted he was enraged; they had actually handled his possession without notifying him.
“Prince Ilso, please stop, you cannot enter without a pass…”
When Ilso appeared at the secret prison, everyone was startled and caught off guard by his arrival. He was the highest-ranking official in the Empire, a figure even the top person in the secret prison could not touch – what were they to do?
“Is a pass more persuasive than me?” Ilso said coldly, not stopping his steps.
This is a high-security facility, and every protocol must be followed."
"I don't care about your protocols," Ilso said sharply, stepping closer. "I will not leave without her."
"You must understand the consequences," the director warned. "If you insist on this, I may have to call for backup."
Ilso's eyes darkened. "Then call them. I’m not backing down."
The tension in the room escalated, the guards shifting uneasily as they exchanged worried glances.
"I can't promise you her immediate release," the director said cautiously. "But I can arrange for her to be transferred to a different facility, closer to her family."
Ilso paused, contemplating the director's words. "Fine; make it happen. But I expect to see her very soon."
"I need some time to arrange this," the director replied.
Ilso nodded curtly, his resolve unwavering.
Only Prince Mis has the authority and ability.”
Ilso pressed the gun to his head: “Now you can, right?”
“I’m sorry, I still cannot do that.”
Ilso stared at him for a moment, put away his gun, and connected a video call to Mis.
“Mis, you’ve imprisoned my person. What are you trying to do?”
Mis paused his work, calmly saying: “I’m simply acting according to the law, Ilso. Your act of secretly harboring an expelled person will be judged in a month.”
“Mis, I warn you, release my person immediately, or face the consequences.”
“Your warning will have no effect on me.”
Ilso’s eye twitched slightly. He stopped communicating with Mis and hung up the call. He could see Mis was determined to see this through.
