A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

"Who gave you the audacity to act on your own behind my back!"

Gao Hao roared in uncontrollable rage, "I ordered you to bring Zijian here!"

Just then, another guard stepped forward and spoke.

"Your Majesty, we had no choice! This journey was far too dangerous."

For Your Majesty's safety and for the stability of the country, we had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

To be honest, Your Majesty, we have already sent people to ensure that Young Master Qin can travel in peace.

When Your Majesty successfully arrives at Yancheng, reorganizes the troops, and restores the nation,

Why worry about not having a beautiful woman by your side? Why be fixated on just one person!

"I urge Your Majesty to prioritize the greater good and not let personal feelings for your children jeopardize important matters!"

Gao Hao gripped the sword hilt tightly, his palms turning slightly white from the excessive force, his fingertips digging deeply into the hilt.

His eyelids were stained with a crimson stain, whose blood it was, no one knew.

His gaze was sharp as a falcon's, fixed intently on the guard before him, almost piercing through him.

Gao Hao approached the guard step by step.

Every step carried a suffocating sense of oppression, like a moving mountain slowly pressing down on you.

The guard showed no sign of backing down.

He straightened his body and met Gao Hao's gaze directly, without flinching.

The guard wanted to offer another word of advice.

Suddenly, an unusually piercing sound rang out in the air—"Sizzle!" It was the sound of flesh being torn apart.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became silent.

The guard looked on in astonishment and disbelief.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on his abdomen.

There, a long sword gleaming with a cold light had already pierced through.

The sword was deeply embedded in the wound, and blood was gushing out, quickly staining his clothes red.

"Emperor...Emperor..."

The guard opened his mouth with difficulty, trying to utter his last words.

Before he could finish speaking, a warm liquid gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

It was mouthfuls of blood, like an unstoppable flood.

The veins on Gao Hao's forehead bulged. He gritted his teeth, exerted his strength, and swung his arm.

With a dull thud, the longsword was forcibly pulled from the guard's body.

Without the support of his longsword, the guard instantly lost his balance.

It collapsed to the ground, just like a pillar that could no longer bear the weight.

The body lay sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood.

Those wide-open eyes stared straight at Gao Hao, who was standing not far away.

His eyes were filled with endless resentment and bitterness.

It seemed as if it wanted to devour Gao Hao entirely.

"Your Majesty!!!" The other guards were so shocked by the sight that they almost cried out.

The expressions on their faces instantly became extremely complicated.

However, Gao Hao acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

He gripped the blood-stained longsword tightly in his hand and turned around without hesitation.

They ran wildly towards Changming Palace.

The guards looked at each other, and after a moment, they followed closely behind Gao Hao.

The extravagance of the past has vanished from Changming Palace.

Tables and chairs were overturned everywhere, and all valuables were looted.

Even the bedding on the bed was taken away by someone.

Qin Zijian sat quietly in a chair.

He slowly reached out, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea had long since gone cold. He took a small sip, and the bitter taste filled his mouth, causing him to frown.

The flickering candlelight cast a dim, yellowish glow on his profile.

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar and suddenly came from outside the door.

Qin Zijian slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the guard holding a knife in front of him.

Then, he slowly reached out and gently untied the ribbon binding his long hair.

In an instant, her long, jet-black hair spread out.

The slightly faded hairband, like a nimble little snake, slid down his fingertips.

Finally, it wrapped around his palm, one last time.

As he did these things, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, with a faint smile playing on his lips.

He kept his eyes down, his thick eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, and he never raised his head.

"Let's get started..."

Like still water in a deep pool, without a ripple.

The person standing opposite him was slightly taken aback, thinking that Qin Zijian would be so frightened that he would kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, he remained so calm and even took the initiative to urge them on.

This unexpected reaction left the other party stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the other party still hadn't made a move, Qin Zijian couldn't help but feel puzzled.

He finally raised his head, his clear eyes looking at the other person.

"What? You want me to do it myself?"

Before he finished speaking, he swiftly moved and snatched the longsword from the other man's hand.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and, without hesitation, slashed it towards his own neck.

The blade was about to slit his throat.

Suddenly, a sharp "clang" was heard, and a force struck his wrist.

In an instant, he felt a tingling and numb sensation.

The longsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In an instant, a warm, fishy-smelling liquid splashed onto Qin Zijian's face like a torrential rain.

The sudden shock made him instinctively close his eyes, and his body trembled involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, the guard's head had already rolled to the side.

Crimson blood was still gushing from his neck.

Qin Zijian looked up and saw Gao Hao holding a long sword.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, splashing onto the ground.

As Qin Zijian looked at Gao Hao, a flood of memories rushed into his mind, and the stench of blood filled his nostrils.

"Zijian, what were you doing just now? Were you trying to kill yourself?"

Gao Hao gripped his long sword tightly and approached Qin Zijian step by step.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that they clicked, and his voice carried a questioning tone.

Faced with Gao Hao's probing questions, Qin Zijian unexpectedly chuckled.

Looking up at Gao Hao, she regarded him as a clown.

"My life is naturally in my own hands."

Qin Zijian responded calmly, his tone so composed it sent chills down one's spine.

Gao Hao stared intently at Qin Zijian's face, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

Only now did he finally understand.

No matter how hard he tried, Qin Zijian's heart could never belong to him.

Just as the two were at an impasse, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty!! Run!! The rebels have already broken in!!"

The exclamation was like a thunderclap piercing the sky.

This made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.

"Qin Zijian, let me tell you! Your life belongs to me, and I have the final say on your life and death!!"

Gao Hao roared furiously, his voice echoing throughout the entire palace.

After saying that, he flashed forward, grabbed Qin Zijian's wrist tightly, and tried to forcibly take him away from the place.