Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Too many love rivals

Xiang Yu, unfazed by the tension, retorted, "If I had known my possibly future brother-in-law was such a prick, I would have prepared a coffin." The words hung in the air, freezing both Sirius and Han Xin.

Han Xin felt the sting of Xiang Yu’s words. Who was Xiang Yu calling brother in law? He had also been ignored all evening as if he didn’t exist. Had Xiang Yu truly forgotten their agreement from the night before?

As if to rub salt in the wound, Sienna, walking up the stairs, stumbled over her veil and fell forward. Xiang Yu caught her just in time, helping her regain her footing. Sirius rushed to her side, grabbing her hand and separating them. "That’s very inappropriate," he said, moving her further away and taking her place beside Xiang Yu.

Han Xin clenched his fists, feeling as though he couldn’t breathe for a moment. The words echoed in his mind: "He is yours... you can’t let anyone touch him." The realisation hit him hard. He needed to seize the throne quickly, to claim Xiang Yu as his own. No one else could dare to covet what was his.

From the sidelines, Peng Xiu watched the unfolding drama, her annoyance reaching a boiling point. She wanted to confront Xiang Yu right there but restrained herself, forcing a smile instead. As she passed Han Xin, she remarked, "Brother has only met her yet he is already performing husband duties... they make a perfect pair."

Han Xin clenched his jaw, replying curtly, "It won’t happen," before walking away. The words were what Peng Xiu wanted to hear, but they felt wrong to her.

Meanwhile, the twins watched the spectacle unfold on StarNet, popcorn in hand. Lian chuckled, "Master is so popular... look, they are already fighting."

Mei nodded, her eyes wide. "But big brother will come out on top. He looks like he’s going to kill someone."

"More like bury them alive," replied Lian with a laugh.

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In the grand living room of the imperial palace, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The Federation envoy and the imperial family of the Republic sat on plush sofas, their attendants and waiting staff positioned nearby, ready to serve. The room was elegantly decorated, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the rich fabrics and ornate decor.

As the wait staff brought drinks, Xiang Yu felt the weight of his heavy cloak. He beckoned the steward over, his expression calm yet commanding. Han Xin, watching from the side, felt a surge of urgency to assist him. He took a step forward, but Xiang Yu called the steward directly. Han Xin’s heart sank as he stepped back, realising at that moment that Xiang Yu was not only ignoring him but he was also upset with him. But why? The question lingered in his mind, unanswered.

The steward unclasped the button of Xiang Yu’s cloak; his movements were practised and efficient. Once the cloak was removed, Xiang Yu settled into his seat. Just as he did, Crown Prince Sirius appeared out of nowhere, plopping down next to him. Han Xin’s eyes darkened, a murderous glare brewing within, though his face remained composed.

"May I to sit next to you, Your Highness?" Sirius asked, his tone flirtatious, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Sit wherever you like," Xiang Yu replied coolly, raising a cup of tea to his lips.