The silent nebula rotates slowly, and the endless particles refract the light of the stars, presenting a rose-like, golden and red fantasy color. It is like a burning fire, but more violent and out of control than fire. Once you look at it, you will feel dizzy on your retina.
"You're here again?"
A low, smiling voice sounded beside him. Gu Xingqiao didn't need to look back, as Cecil's bright blue eyes, like golden hair, appeared in his mind.
"Yeah," he smiled, "If I'm not here, where else can I be?"
Cecil's smile was mixed with a bit of sadness, and he looked at Gu Xingqiao cautiously.
The Crown Prince had handsome and deep facial features, with thick eyebrows that were like swords and were also brownish gold. Whenever he frowned in worry, the person he was staring at would always have the illusion that he was the most wronged and pitiful person in the world.
"The celebration party is going on," he said pleadingly, choosing his words carefully. "Come back with me. I will definitely tell them sternly! Tell them to control their bad temper..."
"The people of the Empire look down on the Dionysians. This is a collective memory engraved in our genes, even though we are also part of the Empire." Gu Xingqiao interrupted his swearing and said, "Forget it, Cecil, you are too soft-tempered. I can't correct you."
"I can!" Cecil couldn't help but grab his arm to stop the young man from turning around and leaving. "I am the crown prince, who dares not obey my orders? Xingqiao, please believe me for once. You have made great contributions in this encirclement and suppression. The celebration banquet is for you! How can the protagonist not be there? Please, even if I beg you..."
Gu Xingqiao lowered his eyes and sighed tiredly.
His black hair was shiny, and his eyebrows and eyes were as if painted with thick ink, but his skin was as pale as snow, as he had been driving and fighting among the stars for many years. Therefore, when he looked directly at the target, he was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath. Only when he lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, could his thick eyelashes barely conceal a bit of sharpness in his expression.
As the crown prince, Cecil is an overly idealistic man... or boy. He loves to laugh, and is not stingy with his tears and fragility. He always has his own optimistic views on the development of events. His political views are surprisingly enlightened, and he also has incredible kindness on the battlefield, which can be called indecisive.
The subjects of the empire had mixed feelings about this. Half of them believed that Cecil would be an emperor who loved his people like his own children; the other half believed that if Cecil became emperor, he might hand over two-thirds of the empire's territory to other people.
His father naturally heard such voices, so the assistants he sent to his son were all hardline hawks. After spending a long time with Cecil, these generals and ministers might understand his noble character and acknowledge his majesty as a future monarch, but when facing Gu Xingqiao, they looked down on him and despised him, and their gazes were no different from staring at a prostitute.
Dionysian people.
The reason for all this is that he is a Bacchus.
For this, he was extremely grateful to Cecil and had great enthusiasm for him. The radical and stubborn prejudices and his father's iron-fisted ruling style had never left any trace on the crown prince. On the contrary, he personally promised to change the empire's view of the Dionysian people. He wanted to promote reforms from top to bottom, so that one day, Gu Xingqiao and his people would be able to walk in the sun with their heads held high...