Although he said it was easy, the Emperor still became busy again as soon as he returned to the capital.

Even the frequency of sending harassing messages to He Yan during the day decreased significantly. As for He Yan, with his heat and honeymoon, he had already taken a month and a half off from the academy. Although the courses at the academy were not a big problem for him, the accumulated assignments over the entire month and a half were not a small number.

So, after the Emperor finished his political affairs during the day, he had to continue helping his little Omega with homework when he returned to the palace at night. It could be said that he was a very hard-working model!

Although He Yan really wanted to throw all the homework to the Emperor, the little bit of conscience he had left stopped him from putting this idea into practice. So every night, the two of them diligently did their homework together.

On this day, when He Yan was writing "Advanced Structural Analysis of Mecha Energy Compartments", looking at the half-completed structure diagram on the light brain, it was as if he suddenly remembered something. He stopped drawing the image, his brows slightly furrowed, "Adrian, I'm going to the online mecha training ground for a bit, you write first."

So many things had happened during this time that, without realizing it, he had not been to the mecha training ground for more than a month, which meant that he had missed six consecutive weekly training sessions with the Crimson Bone great god.

This was really...

He Yan simply wanted to kill himself.

The god was able to take time out of his busy schedule to teach him, yet he stood him up, and for six times in a row. The reason was even that he was on his honeymoon with his newlywed partner. If he were Crimson Bone, he would be so angry that he would completely blacklist the other party and never have anything to do with them again, which would be getting off lightly. This was too rude!

When the Emperor, who was buried in helping his Empress with homework, heard this, his heart skipped a beat, "......"

Oh no, it seemed he had also forgotten something...

It seemed that since the beginning of the heat, he had completely forgotten about his agreement with "Yi"... Was it too late to confess now?

However, He Yan did not give him time to confess. After telling him, he directly put on the holographic simulator, lay on the bed, and entered the mecha training ground.

The Emperor looked down at the pile of homework on the table with a complex expression: "......" His heart ached. He couldn't finish this homework!

The Imperial Military Academy had given their family's Omega a week to make up for the assignments he owed from the previous month and a half. He had hoped to finish today's amount early and have a few more rounds of married life, but now in this situation, when his little Omega came offline later, it would be good if he didn't beat him up. It was better not to dream.

He Yan hurriedly logged into the mecha training ground, but found that during the month he had stood him up, Crimson Bone had not sent him any inquiries or reprimands.

Could it be that the god saw that he did not keep his promise and silently decided to abandon him?

But the ID "Crimson Bone" was still quietly lying in his friend list, obviously not deleted.

He Yan looked at the dialog box with no new messages, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. After thinking about it, he clicked on Crimson Bone's personal profile page, and was surprised to find that Crimson Bone's recent login time was the same as his, on that Sunday a month and a half ago.

Recent login time was actually also a part of personal privacy, but after adding a friend, there was a privacy blocking option. Obviously, Crimson Bone had not blocked these from him.

......

This was very interesting.

What a coincidence. While he was busy with his heat and rolling in bed with his idiot partner on their honeymoon, the god had also mysteriously disappeared at the same time.

At this point, if he still couldn't guess that "Crimson Bone" was their family's Emperor, he probably had a problem with his IQ.

Even the god's sudden enthusiasm and concern for him half a year ago had a reasonable explanation.

So He Yan, whose IQ was not a problem, calmly logged off. As soon as he logged off, he saw their family's Emperor sitting there holding his homework, silently looking at him without saying a word, with a subtle sense of timidity.

He Yan sat up from the bed and directly beckoned to the Emperor, saying calmly, "Come here, confess."

The Emperor put down the homework, walked to the bedside with steady steps, sat down, and directly wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder like he was acting coquettishly, his attitude of admitting his mistake very sincere, "Dear, I was wrong."

He Yan stroked the Emperor's extremely nice-feeling light golden soft hair, his tone very light, "When did you find out? The mecha confrontation tournament?"

"Mm." The Emperor responded with a muffled sound.

"Why didn't you confess at the time?" He Yan continued to pet the dog's head.

The Emperor paused for a moment before saying, "I was afraid you would be angry. I treated you too badly before."

"What's there for me to be angry about," He Yan tugged at his hair, helplessly saying, "It was just normal sparring. I would only be angry if you hid it from me."

Although the Emperor was an alpha with SSS physique, having his hair pulled still hurt a little bit. However, he ignored this tiny bit of pain and firmly chose to continue burying his face in his Omega's shoulder, "...... It won't happen again."

He Yan sighed inwardly.

Actually, he had felt it a long time ago. Probably due to his personality, beneath his lonely and cold exterior, their family's Emperor was an extremely insecure and somewhat sensitive person. This was specifically manifested in wanting to tie him by his side at all times, frequently sending him harassing messages when they were not together, and not daring to speak directly about things for fear of angering him.

Their family's Emperor had such heavy little thoughts and such strong possessiveness. Actually, sometimes when interacting, it was inevitable to make him feel helpless enough to want to directly beat him up. But seeing his cautious and timid appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart. It was truly a dilemma.

In any case, there was no good solution for the time being. He could only find opportunities to slowly correct it.

For example, now.

He Yan patted the head of the Emperor who was trying to escape reality, "Get up, go back to writing homework. As punishment, all of today's homework is yours."

The Emperor's heart was very desolate, but it was indeed his fault to begin with. He could only ask for a kiss before going back to burying his head in homework.

"Wait," He Yan suddenly thought of something and stopped the Emperor who was about to leave. He pulled out a hair tie from somewhere, gathered up the Emperor's soft golden hair, and tied it into a little bun for him.

He took several close-up shots of the Emperor's head and threatened with a kind face, "If you dare to do anything stupid again, I will post these photos on the Light Web, understand?"

The Emperor, with his hair in a mess, nodded his head in humiliation.

*

Time always slips away unnoticed.

Three years later.

Light Neb.

Adrian: The Empress is angry again today, sigh.

However, the comment section was not very receptive to this.

[Angrily devours a ton of dog food]: Kicking over this bowl of dog food, Your Majesty please treat your subjects better, otherwise if this continues, I'm afraid you will lose us.

[A strong single dog]: Routine, it's all routine, refusing to play along, Your Majesty can't we just be a little more sincere?

[How much dog food was I fed by the big shots today]: Daily like for the Empress' ID @Raising a Silly Dog. The Empress really has foresight, being able to see through the phenomenon to the essence so early on, I really admire him, cheering for the Empress!

[Lu Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Puppy]: Ah, kind-hearted me won't follow the big shots above to make a scene, just want to beg Your Majesty to quickly make a bun with the Empress ahhhhhh - you've been married for three years! It's about time to have a bun, right? It's time, it's time!

[Shui Mu Mu Mu Mu Mu Mu]: Reasonably and justifiably suspect it's because our Emperor's possessiveness is too strong, afraid that the child will take away the Empress' attention, that's why there's no cute little prince until now, sob sob.

[What to do if the snake and hamster are gay]: Come on everyone, shall we sign a joint letter? The title will be: Suicide if there's no little prince soon :-D

Perhaps three years ago, seeing this post, the people would have naively worried about some conflict in the imperial couple's relationship and anxiously offered advice to their Emperor. However, now, seeing the Emperor's post, their experienced hearts no longer fluctuate at all, and can even come up with countless skits to tease His Majesty, and by the way urge for a baby.

Because they know, as long as they respond, their Emperor will immediately complain on the surface while actually bragging about his loving moments with the Empress, the blissfulness between the lines impossible to hide.

Regarding this, everyone just wants to say:

Keep it simple, keep the way of showing affection simple...

The Emperor looked at the comments, coldly ignored the bunch urging for a little prince, feeling that he must have a group of fake subjects.

As for children and such, he hasn't had enough of the post-marital life with just the two of them, and doesn't want to bring a little thing in between him and his Omega!

He Yan didn't really care about this. The technology in this world had long achieved genetic cultivation, so that even same-sex couples like two alphas who cannot reproduce can have their own children through genetic cultivation. And after generations of improvement and perfection, embryos grown in incubators are often healthier than naturally born babies. So now, even families that can reproduce naturally tend to opt for genetic cultivation.

In short, having a child now only requires him and Adrian to contribute some blood and hair, and he doesn't have to carry a big belly like a woman, so of course there is no psychological barrier.

The only thing to worry about is probably the future interaction with the child, after all, he had no previous experience in taking care of young children.

Just then, a large hand suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, followed by a tall body tightly pressed against his back.

He Yan's thoughts, which had unknowingly drifted to the issue of the child's future education, were suddenly interrupted, and the alpha's deep voice sounded in his ear, "What are you thinking about?"

He Yan hadn't fully come back to his senses and casually replied, "Thinking about how to teach the child in the future."

The next second, the body pressed against him suddenly stiffened. He Yan only then realized in hindsight that their Emperor seemed to have always been quite resistant to the topic of children.

It's not that the courtiers hadn't brought up the issue of an heir in front of the two of them over the years, but each time the Emperor would coldly state that he was not considering it for the time being.

Sure enough, when He Yan turned his head, what he saw was an Emperor who was stiff all over, with a face that said "what should I do, my wife has betrayed me".

He Yan: "............"