Chapter 48: Who Does the Commander Du Xun Like?!
Even the most capricious person can become docile when facing their beloved.
But Shen Zhuo obviously did not want to deal with this farce.
His mood was getting worse and worse.
Shen Zhuo and Feng Muxi both withdrew their pheromones, and the people present gradually recovered.
Shen Zhuo did not look up to see Du Xun.
But soon, he felt a touch of rosemary pheromones approach him, exuding a soothing aura.
Gently, very carefully, caressing his gland.
The various turbulence in his eyes was soothed.
Du Xun's pheromones were always very effective for him.
"Princess, I've told you before that I won't have any feelings for you other than sibling love."
Du Xun's expression was cold, "Conduct yourself."
"Du Xun brother...!" Feng Muxi couldn't believe it, "Mother said you should treat me well!"
The stubborn young lady tugged at the man's sleeve:
"I don't want to marry anyone else! I only want to marry you!"
Du Xun glanced in Shen Zhuo's direction.
Without using [Listening To The Heart], Shen Zhuo could still see the man's helplessness and soothing in his eyes.
The restless pheromones had now calmed down.
He turned and took a few steps away, picking up a new glass of red wine and slowly savoring it.
He could safely leave everything to Du Xun.
Du Xun turned his head to look back.
Jia Weishen immediately understood and comforted all the guests, letting the symphony orchestra resume playing.
The smooth, lively music flowed through the magnificent banquet hall once more.
In the center of the dance floor, people quickly straightened their attire, regaining their spirit.
The skirts adorned with jewels swayed across the marble floor, the footsteps blending well with the music, masking the commotion at the door.
Finally, Du Xun turned his gaze to the still persistent young lady.
Feng Muxi's eyes were already rimmed with red:
"Mother said I'll get whatever I want, and I want you! Du Xun! I want you to marry me!"
Du Xun was silent for a few seconds, then said something that even Shen Zhuo found startling:
"Do you think you're worthy of me?"
This sentence was so sharp.
Like stripping away one's dignity.
Feng Muxi's body stiffened, as if she had been painfully stabbed.
Tears rolled down her face as she cried out in anguish:
"Why am I not worthy of you! I'm the most esteemed princess of the Empire!"
Du Xun's indifferent gaze was unmoved, "So?"
"What kind of person do you like? I can change...!"
Feng Muxi saw the man coldly brush away her hand.
She was panicking.
She had liked Du Xun since she was little.
Liked him so, so much.
She had told herself countless times that this wish would definitely, definitely come true.
She would become Du Xun's bride.
"If you want an S-tier gland, I can contact the hospital for a replacement right away! You, you can change whatever you want..."
The girl's clawing, rampaging state completely disappeared, leaving only a pitiful, obsessive madness.
"That won't be necessary."
The man's eyes were like the most cruel torture rack.
The soft, luxurious white veils in the banquet hall and the red roses outside could not be reflected in his gray-blue irises.
Du Xun said in a deep voice, "I have an omega I like."
At these words, the eavesdropping crowd was stunned as if struck by lightning.
What? !
The Commander Du Xun has an omega he likes?!
Feng Muxi's face paled, then quickly turned to anger again:
"Who is it... who is it! I won't allow it! You're mine!"
Feng Muxi had been taught by the Queen's Princess Consort since she was little that she was the Empire's only princess, the youngest child, and the most beautiful omega.
She deserved all the treasures in the world.
As long as she wanted them.
But growing up, there was nothing she really wanted.
The only one was Du Xun.
How could this be?
She had merely liked one person.
How could she be rejected?
She was the Empire's sole princess, after all.
"You're mine, Du Xun..." Feng Muxi sobbed.
"You're mine..."
Du Xun lowered his eyes.
Feng Muxi cried.
Tears fell down her cheeks, dripping onto her fiery red dress.
"No one belongs to anyone." The man said softly, "If I like someone, I only hope they can be happy."
Shen Zhuo's fingers holding the wine glass paused for a moment, and he took a small sip, the sweetness spreading on his lips and tongue.
Feng Muxi looked up.
All that remained in her eyes was confusion.
In her daze, Feng Muxi saw Xu Qing.
Through the swaying crowd on the dance floor, Xu Qing's gaze was cast in their direction, a smile in his eyes, almost pointing.
Feng Muxi suddenly remembered.
His sister-in-law had once told him a sentence:
"If something is very difficult to do, it's better to retreat and advance."
Before, she had never condescended to do such a thing.
But now -
The young lady suddenly grabbed the hem of Du Xun's clothes.
Her voice was low, almost pleading:
"Then, will you dance with me just once, Du Xun brother?"
The tears hanging on her lashes were pitiful, her nose and eyes reddened:
"Just once, the last time."
The beautiful young lady's tear-filled plea would soften most people.
Unfortunately, Du Xun was not one of those people.
The man withdrew his clothes, "I'm sorry, I'll only invite the one I love to dance."
With that, the alpha stepped towards the front.
The increasingly shocked onlookers secretly scrutinized everyone present.
Judging from the situation...
The omega Du Xun likes is actually here?!
"Could it be... Shen Young Master?"
"No way, the Commander Du Xun hasn't even seen Shen Young Master that many times. How could he like him?"
"There aren't many S-tier omegas here either, isn't the Young Master Ai invited to play at the palace?"
"Who could it be?"
Everyone was guessing with a hint of hope.
Until the man's footsteps stopped in front of a corner.
Shen Zhuo gently swirled the red wine in his glass, looking up.
Those jet-black eyes were shimmering alluringly, veiled in mist.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
The alpha's eyes finally softened with tenderness.
He bent down, extending his hand towards the young man:
"Would you grace me with a dance?"
Du Xun lowered his voice, the deep tone laced with amusement:
"My dear."
Shen Zhuo finally looked at him intently.
The man's handsome features were unparalleled, the inherent austerity seeming to naturally suit the military uniform.
Standing among the crowd, he was a little taller than the others.
The beautifully flowing, explosive muscles were tightly wrapped.
Perhaps there were still scratches on the broad back.
Shen Zhuo put down the glass, gently placing his hand in the alpha's outstretched palm.
The young man's smile was heartbreakingly charming, "With pleasure."
The symphony reached the end of a piece, and people began leaving the dance floor, but no one dared to step onto it again.
...
Feng Muxi narrowed her eyes, and Xu Qing's voice slowly reached her ears:
"Is the Princess giving up already?"
Feng Muxi let out a mocking laugh, "How could that be possible."
"What I want, I've never failed to get!"
The young lady really didn't feel like continuing, flinging her sleeve as she left.
Xu Qing leisurely adjusted his formal attire.
Just in time to see Du Xun inviting Shen Zhuo.
However, the breathless crowd focused their gaze on the two people walking towards the dance floor, only the symphony music flowing quietly.
Even Feng Ming had arrived at the banquet hall, but no one noticed.
"Qing Qing." Feng Ming embraced his waist, and the moment he saw the scene on stage, he was completely stunned.
"This is..."
"The Commander is inviting his beloved omega."
Xu Qing's fingertips whitened with tension.
The Commander said the omega he likes is Shen Zhuo??
How could this be!
How could he always have such good things!
Identity, appearance, rank, ability...
Why does Shen Zhuo have so much!
He has already snatched Feng Ming, shouldn't Shen Zhuo be the one crying under the covers every night!
How can he also gain someone else's love!
The hatred on Xu Qing's gentle face was almost distorting it to a horrifying degree.
Shen Zhuo didn't notice or care about the various gazes.
He only heard the system repeatedly broadcasting messages about Xu Qing's declining viewership.
He tilted his head and glanced in Xu Qing's direction.
That gaze was like an endless abyss, seeing through all the thoughts in the bottom of his heart.
Xu Qing felt a chill down his back, but could not find the source.
Du Xun held the young man's hand, and in the crowd's low exclamations, stepped onto the dance floor.
Stepping to the music that had resumed, Du Xun spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Just now the Emperor summoned me for a matter, so I was late."
Du Xun raised his wrist, and the young man gracefully twirled around once, placing his hand back on the man's shoulder.
"I thought you wouldn't come today."
The gray-blue eyes held warmth:
"I only see Feng Muxi as a sister. If she has offended you, I can make sure she never appears before you again."
The young man stepped lightly, the dress hem studded with diamonds tracing an arc, sparkling silver.
"I know, the Princess has been spoiled."
Du Xun released his pheromones again, "Are you still angry?"
The summer rosemary-scented breeze ruffled the young man's hair, caressing his cheek.
"A little, but it's fine."
"Shall I go home and comfort you then?" The man said softly.
Shen Zhuo looked up, his black eyes reflecting the alpha's face.
"You look so beautiful today, even more so than I imagined."
Du Xun's voice was pleasant.
Exceptionally gentle when facing the young man.
The young man was truly breathtakingly beautiful today.
The crimson earrings swayed with the dance steps, the snow-white skin like fine frost, the ruby lips soft and lush, the ebony eyes shining like stars.
Once you saw him, you couldn't bear to take your eyes off him.
Their compatibility was too high.
In the slightest movements, there was an unmatched tacit understanding.
The dance was elegant and lively, the two of them cooperating seamlessly.
They didn't make a single misstep.
It was hard to imagine that the formerly unscholarly Shen Young Master was actually so proficient in dancing.
As the music ended, Du Xun originally wanted to lead Shen Zhuo off the dance floor.
But he was met with Feng Ming.
For some reason, Feng Ming's gaze at Du Xun was distinctly different today.
Besides jealousy and fear, there was also a sense of... surprise.
Du Xun looked down, waiting for Feng Ming to state his purpose.
"Commander, does this dance mean you like Shen Young Master?"
Everyone strained their ears.
This was the answer they all wanted to know.
Du Xun's gaze held no emotion.
He slowly spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, allowing everyone to hear:
"Yes, I like him."
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