Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Why would he leave?

Han Zhan, his gaze fixed on Han Xin’s rapidly ascending figure, sighed. "You would think so," he murmured, his voice laced with a weariness that went beyond the immediate situation.

He watched as Han Xin disappeared up the stairs, the dread in his heart intensifying. He had a feeling that without Xiang Yu in his life, his cousin would spiral out of control.

Han Xin stood before the door to Xiang Yu’s bed chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand trembled as he reached for the security panel, but it froze in midair. He wiped his dry lips, a futile attempt to steady himself.

He couldn’t bear the thought of shattering the illusion that Xiang Yu was inside, hugging the body pillow with his face buried in its softness. Han Xin bit his lower lip, trying to restrain himself, but he failed. With a heavy heart, he tapped the panel, and the door slid open.

He stepped into the dark foyer, the only light coming through the windows. Shadows danced on the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere. He walked to the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

But the bed was empty, neatly made with no signs of being slept in for days. Han Xin’s illusions were shattered. He stood there, staring at the bed as if willing Xiang Yu to materialize if he stared hard enough.

Behind him, Han Zhan entered the room. He hesitated at the door before softly calling out, "Ah-Xin."

Han Xin stood motionless, a grey cloud hanging over his head. Suddenly, a bright crack of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder that startled Han Zhan.

He jumped, like a pup frightened by the thunderclap, instinctively wanting to hide under the bed. He couldn’t help but wonder why the weather in the imperial capital had been so erratic lately.

Han Xin suddenly turned his head, his eyes fierce like a resentful ghost. Han Zhan took a step back, wondering if he should run. "Where is his communicator?" Han Xin demanded, his voice cold and sharp.

Han Zhan, still shaken from the fright, let out a high-pitched "Huh?" Han Xin’s intense gaze bore into him, and he didn’t need to say another word.

"Oh, um, let me track it," Han Zhan stammered. For the first time, he felt like he was facing his uncle. His uncle was just as frightening when angry, a rare but unforgettable sight.

Han Zhan swiped the floating screen, enlarging it with a flick of his wrist. Han Xin’s eyes locked onto the display, seeing that the communicator was in his room. Without a moment’s hesitation, he walked out in large strides, crossing the hallway in a few determined steps. He entered his room, his voice commanding, "Zeus, lights on."

The room illuminated instantly, but there was no sign of the communicator. Normally meticulous, Han Xin didn’t like things out of place, but today he was throwing things around in a frantic search. Han Zhan, seeing his cousin’s struggle, decided to call the communicator. It immediately began to ring.

Han Xin’s head snapped in the direction of the sound. The communicator was nestled next to the potato plant. He rushed over and picked it up, staring at it with a lost expression.

Han Zhan, not wanting to intrude on his cousin’s moment, stepped out into the hallway, wishing he could smoke. It pained him to see Han Xin like this. He was a man who could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders yet now he seemed to be falling apart.