Suddenly, it was like a murmured dream: "Please... I beg you..."

"Don't kill me..."

He's just afraid of death." The emperor chuckled lightly and tucked him in with the blanket. As he turned to leave, he saw his personal guard waiting outside.

"How did things go?"

"Reporting to the Emperor, they have all been captured. Except for the eldest son of the Empress's family, everyone else has been detained in the Dali Temple."

"The emperor spoke lightly, 'If even such a big person cannot be captured, what use are you all?' His tone may have appeared nonchalant, but it felt like a heavy burden in the hearts of others."

"Although his martial arts skills are impressive, I have already injured him. I estimate that it won't be long before he is captured... As for the Emperor, what about those from the Judicial Office?"

"All of them shall be killed, not a single one spared,"the emperor said with a faint smile.

"Yes!"

It turns out that the main boss in the strategy plot has twenty health bars, and the strategy is considered successful only when all of them are filled. As for the supporting characters in other subplots, they only have ten health bars. As for the NPCs in some thug plots, their health bars are even worse.

Looking at the densely packed and still incomplete health bar above the emperor's head, it was indeed a daunting task with a long way to go.

However, for an author who knows the Emperor's eccentricities well, these difficulties are nothing at all in his eyes.

"Hey, Da Da, are you bored?" Suddenly, the River Crab popped out, with a cheerful smile on its face.

"What's wrong?"

"How about we watch some short films together?"

"...Get lost."

"Whimper whimper whimper..." The river crab pretended to cry for a while, only to find that the host suddenly got up and started packing their luggage.

"Where are you going?"

He Tu Dao: "Don't ask so many questions, let's go first."

The emperor has been relatively lenient towards him, and the guards here are not completely unfeeling. Although there are over twenty burly men around the small house, the west side is a blind spot in terms of visibility.

He threw a stone to the other side, attracting the attention of the guards. Swiftly, he leapt to the other side, and by the time they discovered that the bedding on the bed in the room was only a pillow, it was probably already tomorrow morning.

Lying obediently on the bed like a little white rabbit? This move isn't profitable at all.

It's just that now, ever since my face became thinner, it has caused a bit of trouble. He didn't want to waste his good looks, so he just applied a simple makeup on himself that was passable but definitely not eye-catching.

I didn't expect his luck to be so good. Just as he escaped, he unexpectedly encountered his secondary plot line guide.

Looking at the ten empty blood bars above his head, he suddenly felt like he had struck gold.

The Northern Land Prince, who was mistaken for a hostage, encountered a robber on his way, and a passerby unsheathed their sword to come to his aid.

If it were someone else, it's definitely certain that they wouldn't have the interest in saving people. However, no matter how you look at it, there's a possibility that this could bring about a sense of accomplishment.

This is probably the easiest target to conquer in this book after all, because for a young and inexperienced little brother, a seductive and cheap woman is the most powerful aphrodisiac. The setting I gave him before was that of a devoted and loyal dog-like character, at least in this storyline he can play the role of a divine helper.

To advance the romantic storyline between him and the beloved emperor, it is necessary to take some drastic measures. The emperor must be constantly stimulated, giving him a sense of pressure.

When the crown prince was in the Northern Land, almost all the men he encountered were muscular and fierce enough to slaughter an ox with a blow. Where had he ever encountered such an elegant figure in red, with a graceful bearing? Though their appearance was ordinary, that untarnished air of nobility still managed to slightly stir his nerves.

"Thank you, kind sir, for coming to my rescue." The progress bar on the crown prince's head was already halfway filled, indicating that the initial impression was probably favorable.

He Tu Zhan Yan: "The two of us are probably around the same age, there's no need to be so polite. Just now, it was only a matter of seeing injustice and stepping forward to help."

The eldest son quickly said, "The people of the Northern Land value loyalty the most. Today, I owe you a favor, so we must have a few drinks ahead to show our gratitude." Hetu also did not hesitate and they exchanged names before mounting their horses and following along the way.

River Crab: "Boss, this child is easily fooled."

He Tu: "It's not fun without excitement."

River Crab: "......"

When they arrived at the inn, He Tu finally showed a look of confusion and asked, "You said you came from the northern land, as envoys bringing tribute?" After all, there were quite a lot of goods piled up behind them, which would undoubtedly attract the covetousness of many along the way.

"Now is not the opportune moment to discuss it. I will explain it in detail to you later."

The eldest son naturally would not reveal his identity so early, after all, there are both deceitful and genuine people here.

Suddenly, an alarm bell rang loudly in his mind, and He He exclaimed, "Dada, the emperor is coming! Seize the opportunity!"

He Tu naturally pretended that he couldn't drink, but it was difficult to refuse others' kind intentions, so he ended up having a few more drinks.

The eldest son looked at the blush that surfaced on his face, adding a touch of brilliance to his ordinary appearance. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"He Dashu..." He gave He Tu a push, and He Tu put down his wine glass, seeming to be in a dazed state.

"He really can't handle alcohol." The prince helped him up and led him into a room that had been prepared in advance. To his surprise, He Tu's body was even more delicate than he had imagined. Coupled with the low moans he made due to discomfort from being drunk, it was enough to completely disrupt his thoughts. He couldn't help but want him! He wanted to press him down, embed his own already restless thing into his body, and see a lascivious expression surface on his righteous face.

The more one imagines like this, the more addictive it becomes.