Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

This looked more like a terrorist attack. Yan Zhao couldn't help but take a step back and wanted to close the curtains.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, within a second, the sound of the window breaking was heard. The figure who was still on the roof just now actually broke the glass window and teleported in front of Yan Zhao.

Guan You's body was still covered with gravel dust, and a strange red light appeared around his pure black pupils. He raised his right hand and grasped Yan Zhao's neck as firmly as a rock.

Yan Zhao had no doubt that as long as he exerted even a little force, his body and head would be separated.

"Lin... Guan You." Thinking of the royal family's surname, Yan Zhao tried to call out.

Guan You seemed to have some reaction, his head tilted slightly, the black hair hanging down from his forehead, his face that was too handsome to be real had no expression at the moment, only a pair of red eyes, staring at the side of Yan Zhao's neck like a hawk. .

When he lowered his head and leaned over, Yan Zhao thought in a trance: Being strangled to death by the crown prince in the palace, this way of death is quite special...

However, the feeling of cervical vertebra dislocation did not come. Instead, there was a stabbing pain on the left side of his neck, as if Guan You's teeth had penetrated his skin, and blood beads rushed out.

The hairs on Yan Zhao's back stood up as he felt the wet and hot tongue licking the wound on the side of his neck, feeling numb and numb.

Guan You's breathing suddenly became heavier. His right hand was still holding the other side of Yan Zhao's neck, and the other hand was hooked around his waist, relying on his height advantage to firmly control him in his arms.

"Ugh..." Yan Zhao took a step back and tried to escape, but it aroused Guan You's fierceness even more. He squeezed his waist tightly and rubbed his fangs on the side of his neck threateningly.

Suddenly, Yan Zhao felt a heavy weight on his body. Guan You suddenly lost consciousness and fell on top of him.

"Take him too."

Miao Wenqi's voice sounded, and Yan Zhao's door was forced open. A group of secret guards also wearing dark green uniforms entered and directly controlled Yan Zhao.

For some reason, Yan Zhao felt a little dazed and groggy. He held his forehead and tried hard to maintain his consciousness. Miao Wenqi's smirking face in front of him was a little blurry.

"I was bitten by His Highness, but with your physique, you shouldn't be poisoned. You can just sleep and you'll be fine."

constitution? Poisoned?

There was no time to think more about the meaning of Miao Wenqi's words, and Yan Zhao quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When Guan You woke up, Miao Wenqi and the imperial doctor were guarding his bedside.

Even though he was unconscious, Guan You still remembers everything he did to Yan Zhao just now. He was silent for a while and asked Miao Wenqi: "How is Yan Zhao?"

Miao Wenqi was 28 years old at the time, a full 10 years older than Guan You. It would be no exaggeration to say that he had watched him grow up, so he spoke very casually.

"Your Highness has bitten someone, and you still ask how I am? Of course the Guan family's bloodline is domineering, and that kid is still sleeping soundly."

The imperial doctor said calmly: "When I return to Your Highness, I have already gone to diagnose and treat him, and there are no sequelae. As expected, it is the blood that Your Highness likes, and the compatibility is also very high. Dean Shen and Your Majesty were probably matched in this way." a little……"

"Stop it." Guan You showed a bored expression and reached out to grab the hair on his head, "Send him back to school."

Miao Wenqi showed a specious smile and said: "This is not good. If His Highness has another manic attack and goes to find him alone, with your physique, the damage caused along the way will probably be published in the Empire Daily News Headlines.”

Guan You retorted: "You didn't use enough sedatives, misjudged my condition, and then increased the dosage."

The imperial doctor and Miao Wenqi exchanged helpless looks.

It is impossible for them to blindly add sedatives to the Crown Prince. Fortunately, Yan Zhao is Guan You's roommate. His Highness's blood will still have some initial effect when his blood is agitated. By the time His Highness turns 18, the situation should be much better.

When Yan Zhao regained consciousness, night had fallen. He was lying in a guest room that was much larger than the servant's room. When he woke up, there were two maids guarding his bedside. One of them was the maid with light brown eyes who showed him the way. Anna.

"Mr. Yan, His Highness asked us to escort you out of the palace after you wake up."

Yan Zhao glanced at the dark night outside the window and said, "Are you sending me back to the academy?"

Anna nodded: "Of course."

Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to Zuo's Civilian Armor Factory tomorrow morning. Can I leave early in the morning?"

Anna was extremely embarrassed: "But, His Highness's order is to send you out as soon as you wake up."

Yan Zhao remembered that he didn't add Guan You's message, so he could only say: "Can you help me ask him again?"

Anna waved her hands quickly: "At this time, His Highness's living area is not allowed to enter. Unless there is an emergency in the empire, even the royal housekeeper cannot contact him without permission."

She was just a migrant worker. Yan Zhao knew not to embarrass her, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll find a hotel to stay near the factory. You can send me there. Thank you."

When walking out of the palace from the side door, the male servants on the night shift cast curious glances at Yan Zhao.

This was the classmate who was brought to the palace during the day, but soon angered His Highness and had to be sent out of the palace overnight. His Highness was so angry that he jumped into the servants' living quarters to teach him a lesson. How much hatred is this?

An aircraft was parked at the take-off site in front of the palace. This time it had a different pilot. It was accompanied by Anna who had received the mission and a palace guard.

Because we are both in the southern hemisphere, we only need an hour's flight to reach the factory.

It was completely silent at this moment. Due to the extremely high productivity of the empire, the factories never started working at night. Anna and the guards followed Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao went straight to a cheap hotel and asked for a bed in a six-person room.

Anna was surprised. Even a maid like her would not choose such a cramped place when traveling during her daily vacation. Yan Zhao, as a student at Imperial College, is actually so poor.

Yan Zhao thanked them again and wished them a safe journey back. Ana looked at his calm expression and nodded with complicated emotions.

Early the next morning, Zhu Ma, whom they had grown up with since childhood, made a video call to Yan Zhao.

He looked at the simple environment of the six-person room, slammed the call button, and sent a message by the way, saying that it was not convenient for him to answer the call outside.

According to Zhuma's personality, he would definitely nag him and even immediately pay him to change his place. This is something Yan Zhao doesn't want to see.