The Silly Prince Successfully Cancels the Engagement, But the Fiancée is His Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: [Final Chapter] Legal Relationship

Xiang Zhuo stumbled out of the medical pod, clumsily putting on his shoes and jacket, muttering to himself: “I’m heading back to Helle right now to get the old man to withdraw that document.”

Bo Qing tilted his head to look at him: “The public notice period has long passed. It can’t be withdrawn.”

Xiang Zhuo’s head was spinning; he had no idea what he was saying: “Then I’ll weep, make a scene, and threaten suicide! Then I’ll hack into the Eternal Empire’s genetic matching system! I don’t care, I must marry you!”

Bo Qing slowly stood up and gently took Xiang Zhuo’s hand: “Actually, there’s no need to rush.

“The moment I realized I liked you was back during the midterm exam when you helped explain things to me.”

Xiang Zhuo became strangely quiet. His eyes held immense surprise, but he didn’t interrupt, waiting quietly for Bo Qing to continue.

Bo Qing looked up calmly: “I could wait then, and I can wait now. Wait until your body recovers and things here are settled, and then we’ll go back to Helle together.”

Xiang Zhuo was nervous, like a traveler nearing home. He cautiously stepped closer and tentatively took Bo Qing’s hand, his eyes cast down, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, betraying the turmoil in his heart: “Then… did you agree to be my partner?”

Bo Qing looked a little helpless. He lifted his head slightly, his clear eyes looking directly into Xiang Zhuo’s slightly evasive gaze: “I thought kissing you, letting you hold my hand… I’ve made myself quite obvious.”

Xiang Zhuo was laughing so hard he was almost crying. He didn’t know what to do, so he hugged Bo Qing tightly, but even that didn’t feel like enough. He leaned down to explore Bo Qing’s lips. There was none of that fierce possessiveness; his attempts were awkward and tentative, a blend of testing and claiming.

Fortunately, though he was an inexperienced youth, his love and reluctance to part were genuinely flowing from his eyes.

Bo Qing stood on his toes and gently patted Xiang Zhuo’s head: “Get some good rest today.”

Xiang Zhuo couldn’t bear to let go of Bo Qing’s hand.

If Xiang Zhuo had a tail and ears, one would surely see his tail drooping and no longer wagging, and his ears slowly flopping down.

Bo Qing: “I still have to report to Cheng Qiushuang. I’ll be back soon.”

Knowing he couldn’t delay Bo Qing’s business, Xiang Zhuo climbed back into the medical pod. Without the nutrient solution immersion, the pod was just a sickbed. Xiang Zhuo obediently lay back down and pulled the small blanket over himself, leaving only his large head outside the covers, his dark eyes shining brightly: “Then I’ll wait for you to come back.”

The corner of Bo Qing’s lips curved upward by another pixel. He then quietly left, closing the door behind him.

…

His Majesty the King listened to Ye Hong’s report in utter calm, so calm that Ye Hong felt a little unaccustomed to it.

Everyone in the Eternal Empire knew that the current Prince had reached his rebellious phase, and His Majesty was very troubled by it.

But this time, His Majesty hadn’t even gotten angry. If Ye Hong hadn’t been able to see it for himself, he would have suspected the King had been stunned into silence.

After a long moment, the King snorted: “He’s a little like I was back then.”

Ye Hong: “…Your Majesty?”

The King: “It’s good to let him go out and practice. It saves him from spending every day thinking about how to annoy me.”

Ye Hong suddenly smiled: “Did Your Majesty already anticipate this?”

The King neither admitted nor denied it, merely sighing: “Young people, aren’t their minds always focused on that one thing?

“General Ye, care to make a bet? When that brat comes back, he’s definitely going to ask me to withdraw that document. Believe me?”

Ye Hong: “A red-headed document that has already passed the public notice period—how could it be easily withdrawn?”

The King snorted again: “My lifelong reputation will be ruined by him sooner or later.

“Let the young people handle their own affairs.”

…

Xiang Zhuo brazenly followed Bo Qing back to Helle without any shred of guilt.

Xiang Zhuo stood behind His Majesty the King’s massive desk, completely unashamed: “Your Majesty, I want to marry Bo Qing!”

The King couldn’t be bothered to look at him: “Do you remember what you told me here before?”

Xiang Zhuo’s face flushed for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: “I don’t remember.”

The King spoke slowly, emphasizing every word: “That day, you said you were going to break off the engagement with Bo Qing and would never regret it.”

Xiang Zhuo: “…”

The King put down the documents in his hand and finally looked up at his only son: “Although you are my only son, the Eternal Empire has always valued meritocracy. Even if you are the Imperial Heir, it doesn’t mean you can do as you please.”

For once, Xiang Zhuo didn’t argue with the King.

At this moment, he didn’t resemble the person who used to retort ten times for every word the King spoke.

“Bo Qing has a good temper, but that doesn’t mean those old men, Bo Changsong and Bo Jingfeng, are easy to deal with. You’d best watch yourself.” The King was annoyed and waved his hand, dismissing Xiang Zhuo.

But just as Xiang Zhuo walked out the door of the King’s office, he suddenly received a notification.

—Decision Regarding the Restoration of the Legality of Xiang Zhuo and Bo Qing’s Genetic Matching Result

Bo Qing was waiting in the lounge. As soon as Xiang Zhuo arrived, he immediately rushed over, burying his face in Bo Qing’s neck, greedily inhaling the scent of cream and sandalwood.

This peaceful scent strangely smoothed over his inner agitation.

After a moment, Xiang Zhuo resignedly said: “When are you planning to take me… home to meet your family?”

Bo Qing: “In a few days.”

Xiang Zhuo: “I hope your father and grandfather won’t kill me.”

Bo Qing slowly broadened his smile: “It’s alright. You have me.”