Chapter 46: Closing the Door Part 2

But by the time they arrived, it was often too late.

“…Did he say anything?”

“He’s very guarded, but he did say one thing.” Scarface said.

“What?”

“He said he followed the wrong person.”

“…”

Yan Xinfeng had thought that once he traced the culprit, he would be furious and want to blow up Wei Shu’s house directly. But after two breaths, he found himself very calm.

Because Wei Shu was never the end point of this plan.

Three years or even longer ago, he had started researching gender modification, using drugs to reverse Wei Tingxia’s differentiation direction. It should have been a simple political sabotage case, but after Wei Tingxia left, his research direction changed. He began capturing large numbers of non-Omegas for experiments, even extending his hand to the military.

One question was crucial—he needed so many Omegas for what?

Yan Xinfeng had been pondering this until he got the answer on Capital Star.

Wei Shu did not need this many Omegas, but the Old Emperor did. He needed endless blood to prolong his life.

Yan Xinfeng just thinking about it found the whole thing ridiculous. The Empire was rotten through.

“I understand,” he said flatly. “Protect him and treat him as best as possible.”

“I know, don’t worry.” Scarface ended the call.

Yan Xinfeng tossed the light brain back onto the table. After two deep breaths, he heard a knock at the door.

“Young master,” it was the butler. “Are you asleep?”

Yan Xinfeng: “No.”

“The family head wants to talk to you,” the butler said. “Change clothes and go straight to the study.”

Probably about the morning gathering today.

That old bastard Vanderveel had repeatedly demanded Yan Xinfeng socialize left and right, wanting to use him like a monkey. But Yan Xinfeng had never truly followed his instructions, always shrinking to the side silently and withdrawing as soon as time was up.

The old man was dissatisfied.

With that thought, Yan Xinfeng left the room and followed the butler’s directions to the study. Sure enough, he got a scolding. Between the lines, Vanderveel meant that Yan Xinfeng was unworthy of his family name—a crude border hick.

“You’re about to become the prince consort, so how can you still have those vulgar habits?” Vanderveel’s voice rose slightly with anger as his knuckles rapped heavily on the polished rosewood desk. “Every word and action of yours represents His Highness’s face! Your impropriety is his shame! Look at your performance today—it’s simply…”

“Father.”

Yan Xinfeng interrupted him calmly. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it was like a block of ice dropped into boiling water, instantly freezing Vanderveel’s rage.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, hiding the cold mockery deep in his eyes, but his tone carried just the right touch of compliance. “His Highness didn’t say that to me.”

Vanderveel narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

Yan Xinfeng met Vanderveel’s scrutiny frankly, his words clear and carrying a calm that disguised the absurd as perfectly reasonable. “His Highness doesn’t like me interacting too much with others. Especially in public with alphas or betas. He thinks it’s improper.”

He paused, as if choosing his words carefully, then unhesitatingly shifted the blame onto Wei Tingxia’s head.

“His Highness… has rather traditional views. He believes a partner should… stay in their lane, minimize unnecessary socializing as much as possible, and especially avoid drawing undue attention or… gossip.”

As he spoke, a cold, obsessive, highly controlling traditional alpha appeared before Vanderveel. Yan Xinfeng seemed a bit aggrieved as he mentioned these things, occasionally glancing at Vanderveel with expectant eyes, hoping he would correct it and loudly declare it wrong.

But how could that happen?

Vanderveel, who had brewed a bellyful of reprimands, didn’t know what to say anymore. Of course, he didn’t think Yan Xinfeng was making it up—he didn’t believe the boy had that kind of skill.

So Wei Tingxia had indeed given those instructions.

“Since it’s what His Highness requires—” He decisively turned the gun around, his shift in stance astonishingly swift. “Then you should stick to an omega’s duties! Don’t take such big strides, and look at these clothes—your neck is all…”

He racked his brains, trying to recall all those traditional, almost feudal demands alphas placed on omegas. He was deeply dissatisfied with Yan Xinfeng.

Yan Xinfeng didn’t argue, just listened silently. When Vanderveel ran out of steam, he bowed crisply and left the study.

As soon as he stepped out, he pulled up his light brain and sent Wei Tingxia a kissing emoticon.

Wei Tingxia replied quickly: [What’s up?]

[Nothing, just kissing you.jpg.]

Wei Tingxia was equally sensitive: [Did you do something you’re sorry for?]

[No.] Just ruined your reputation a bit.

He carefully selected six different kissing emoticons and sent them all at once. Then he ignored Wei Tingxia’s barrage of question marks that followed and decisively shut off his light brain. In a great mood, he climbed into bed to sleep.

The next day, after attending the morning court session, Wei Tingxia was suddenly stopped by Wei Heng.

“I haven’t congratulated my second brother on his wedding yet,” Wei Heng said with a smug smile. “Been too busy lately and forgot.”

Wei Tingxia’s expression was indifferent. “It’s fine. Big Brother is a busy man—perfectly normal.”

“Hey, I’m busy, but you haven’t been idle either,” Wei Heng’s smile grew more obvious, now laced with schadenfreude. “I heard you have very high standards for your future spouse!”

High standards? Aside from telling Yan Xinfeng not to jump off a building or rush to chop off his head, he hadn’t demanded anything else.

Wei Tingxia looked puzzled, but in Wei Heng’s eyes, it just seemed like pretense.

“Now everyone on Capital Star knows the Second Prince’s residence is extremely strict. The omega can’t casually talk to people, can’t go out without permission, must stay in their lane, and bear heirs…”

Wei Heng’s grin widened, clearly delighted to discover his good little brother was so stodgy and old-fashioned.

And at that moment, Wei Tingxia also recalled the barrage of kissing emoticons Yan Xinfeng had sent last night like he was having a fit.

Sure enough, his hunch was right. It was that bastard Yan Xinfeng feeling guilty after doing something bad.

A massive black pot came crashing down on his head, and Wei Tingxia couldn’t refute it. He could only force a stiff smile.

“Big Brother doesn’t know,” he said, as if finally finding someone to vent to. He lowered his voice, looking deeply aggrieved. “I’m just worried about him attracting bees and butterflies out there. An omega like that needs rules set early and strict discipline, or who knows what family-disgracing scandal he’ll cause later. Big Brother knows I’ve been wandering outside for three years—I value family above all. Since he was willing to marry me, he naturally has to follow my rules. I don’t demand three obediences and four virtues, but at least he should respect my status as an alpha…”

Wei Tingxia improvised, rattling on endlessly. When Wei Heng’s expression grew increasingly off and he started looking at him like he was crazy, he finally stopped, still not quite satisfied.

Wei Heng seriously recalled the photos of the young master from the Vanderveel family his subordinates had sent. He really couldn’t understand why Wei Tingxia would have such worries—that kind of omega was hard for most to handle, yet he treated him like a treasure.

He hesitated for a long time but couldn’t hold back. “Second Brother really likes that omega, huh?”

Wei Tingxia nodded. “He’s really good-looking.”

“…”

“Fine,” Wei Heng said, rarely reaching out to pat his shoulder. “When you get married, Big Brother will give you a big gift.”

After all, it was rare to find two people who clicked so perfectly.

Wei Heng left, full of novelty and curiosity.

And at that moment, System 0188 spoke up: [That’s killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred to yourself.]

“So what? He started it.”

Wei Tingxia didn’t care.

…

…

By the early hours of the morning, in the bedroom of the Second Prince’s Mansion, the two peas in a pod stared silently at each other.

Wei Tingxia spoke first. “The omega I’m marrying can’t go out alone at night. If he does, I won’t have him.”

Yan Xinfeng didn’t dare. He flipped neatly through the window. “You’ve already taken my innocence. Marry me or not, you have to.”

“What do you mean I took your innocence? Wasn’t that voluntary?” Wei Tingxia held firm to his persona. “You weren’t chaste.”

“No choice now even if I wasn’t.” Yan Xinfeng sighed. “The bite marks on the back of my neck are almost a connected line. Any other omega sees me and knows I’ve got someone etched in my heart. Who would want me?”

Wei Tingxia, who had left the bite marks, pursed his lips, feeling he’d lost ground.

He had only one bite mark on the back of his neck, and it wasn’t deep, but Yan Xinfeng had a bunch on his back… He really wasn’t gentle in bed…

But that twinge of guilt lasted only a few seconds. Wei Tingxia turned decisively and lay back down. Beside him came the rustle of clothing, then the mattress dipped slightly as Yan Xinfeng lay down too, bringing the cool night air with him.

Wei Tingxia stared at the ceiling, his voice calming. “Those victims… all settled properly?”

“Yeah, settled.” Yan Xinfeng’s tone shed its playfulness. “But none are in good shape. Most of their injuries are irreversible.”

Wei Tingxia was silent for a long time before changing the subject. “I warned Wei Shu today. Not sure if it’ll work.”

With the explosion test site and so many victims rescued amid the chaos, the invisible pressure was enough to make Wei Heng panic. Plus Wei Tingxia’s deliberate threat today—even for the sake of keeping things stable, Wei Shu should stay put obediently for a few days.

The Old Emperor had ennobled Wei Heng partly to balance powers and partly to pressure Wei Shu. He was desperate to stay alive.

“Lin Wensi can move anytime,” Yan Xinfeng said. “Cutting off Capital Star’s control won’t be hard if we’re fast enough.”

The rebels’ elites had already infiltrated the Empire’s heart quietly amid the two explosions’ chaos.

Wei Tingxia faced a choice: strike now or wait a few more days.

“Hm…”

He pondered, his thoughts rapidly weighing risks and timing.

Just then, System 0188’s cold voice cut in abruptly: [Latest report: Three minutes ago, patrol police on nearby planet “Eta-III” logged two missing persons cases. Both missing individuals are adult alpha males.]

The cold announcement was like a stone dropped into dead water.

In the silent, dark night, Wei Tingxia’s voice rang out without warning, clear and icy, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness to kill:

“Yan Xinfeng, go kill Wei Shu now.”

No more waiting.