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Ye Wuyou is the General of the Great Jing Dynasty, tasked with guarding the northern borders. Due to the physical constraints of being a Kun-origin (Omega), the usually headstrong General followed his military doctor’s advice and kidnapped a handsome Tian-gan (Alpha) nobleman into a brothel.
That night, amidst red candles and silken curtains, their pheromones intertwined.
Drenched in sweat, the General gripped the beauty’s hand and declared, “Wait for me to win this battle, and I’ll come back to marry you!”
The beauty, blindfolded and ears plugged, could only make out: “Even if I beat you to death, I’ll come back to ravish you again!”
The beauty nearly ground his back teeth to dust in rage.
Two days later, the Emperor returned to the palace in a towering fury. According to Eunuch Gao, the Emperor’s personal attendant: while His Majesty was traveling incognito, he was unfortunately “accosted” by a flower-stealing thief.
The Emperor issued a formal decree demanding a rigorous investigation. For a time, the capital was paralyzed by fear; everyone worried they might be framed as the culprit to appease the Emperor’s displeasure.
Far away at the northern border, the General had fled quickly, but the decree arrived slowly. When the military strategist received the order to investigate the “thief,” he dragged the military doctor along and knelt trembling before the General.
Strategist: “General! You must protect the Dragon’s Heir at all costs!”
Doctor: “General! Whether we live or die depends entirely on the little Prince in your belly!”
Ye Wuyou: “…?”
Ye Wuyou: “Say that again?”
Despondent and panicked, the General packed his bags, shouting that he would hide among the Northern Barbarians. The enemy commander, who had fought Ye Wuyou for three years, saw the movement and panicked: “Ye Wuyou is faking a retreat! It’s an ambush! Retreat immediately!”
Ye Wuyou won a magnificent victory without even fighting, and his fame reached the Imperial City. Upon reading the military report, the Emperor detected a lingering, familiar scent of pheromones.
The “flower-stealing thief” was finally found. The Emperor smirked.
“Men, prepare the carriage. We shall lead a personal expedition to the front.”
