Chapter 304: Imperial General He Was Again Forcibly Flirted With 32

The moment Alexander entered the room, the livestream began.

The channel used for this livestream is the mandatory special channel the imperial household uses to announce major news; every imperial citizen's neural link automatically connects and plays it.

"You still haven't accepted this outcome," Alexander said, walking to his side and gesturing for him to sit down.

Yixidule still wore the splendid robe he had donned for the banquet, though it was now specked with dust, making it look filthy and cheap.

In the past, if even a speck of dust had touched his robe, he would have deliberately taken it off and never glanced at it again.

But in just half a day, this dirty robe had become, as if, a symbol of the emperors of old; Yixidule tightly wrapped it around himself, as if swaddling his ridiculous self‑esteem and pride.

"What, you came to mock me?"

Yixidule didn't know that the people outside were marching for him; he thought the tide had turned against him and that everyone around him was laughing at him.

"No, Mr. Yixidule; in fact, I don't want to mock you at all."

Alexander sat opposite him, shook his head to deny it, and said, "I came to talk to you about my father."

"Your father..."

After suffering that blow, Yixidule's condition has remained dazed all day, his gaze distant as he stares at the huge hanging painting.

"General Andre, yes, he is the one I ordered to be framed."

By this point, Yixidule no longer hid anything; seeing Alexander's expression suddenly turn pained, his aged voice carried a hint of a smile.

"I originally…… didn't intend to kill him, as you said—he was renowned for his military exploits, and even before I ascended the throne he was already the empire's war‑god general."

Alexander's voice turned cold: "Then what was it that made you resolutely decide to send him to his death?"

"Let me guess… did Chester tell you that I killed Andre because his achievements eclipsed the throne, making me jealous, so I had him killed?" Yixidule kept smiling, but his whole body had rapidly aged, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piling up.

"Actually, he was only half right; the true reason I turned murderous was when I discovered that Andre knew the cause of the previous monarch's death."

Alexander frowned, his expression slightly stunned.

As it turned out, his father had always known that the former monarch had been forced to die by Yixidule's palace coercion.

"Back then I went to confront your father, and he himself admitted it," Yixidule recalled events from years ago, somewhat lost in thought, as if returned to his vigorous youth, his eyes full of longing.

"He told me he didn't care who was monarch; the military and the imperial household shared power, and his mission was to protect all the planets belonging to the empire, to slay the invading bug swarms and space pirates."

Alexander: "And you didn't believe him."

Yixidule suddenly turned his head to look at him, staring intently, as if he saw Andre's shadow in that face, and his expression began to grow somewhat mad.

"Of course I don't believe it! Do you know how important this secret is to me?"

"If even one more person knows, I feel the throne is unstable—as if millions of needles are pricking me! I won't allow anyone to shake it!"

"You don't understand, you don't understand how great the throne's allure is for me! Those nobles are beyond redemption; not one of them supports me! I can only think of a way myself!"

He roared, his white‑tinged hair already disheveled, his murky eyes filling with hot tears, wild and obsessive.

"The struggle for the throne is nothing but a brutal, merciless war! I have no supporters, and I'm not even the first‑in‑line heir; my father fell in the throne room, I cannot lose! So I killed him! I killed my own uncle, I want his blood to become the steps by which I ascend the throne!"

From beginning to end, Alexander remained calm, watching Yixidule go mad, his eyes even showing a hint of pity.

"You're ridiculous," he said. "Do you know what the empire has deteriorated into under your rule?"

"Do you believe it? If the Federation now declares war on the empire, the empire would have no power to resist."

Yixidule sneered, "Isn't that your fault, General Alexander? That just means you haven't properly trained those military people, right!"

"That has nothing to do with my training; do you know how scarce the military's resources are now?" As he mentioned this, Alexander's tone grew icier, his eyes sharp as arrows.

"You've poured all resources into flashy but useless ornaments, eager to let everyone know how wealthy the imperial household is, while siphoning off what should have gone to the military—weapons and supplies are doled out layer by layer, to the point they can't even reach the frontline soldiers."

"Over the past decade or so, each year the military's uneven resource distribution has caused deaths to rise year after year; the reports I've sent up you never cared about, always giving only verbal promises with no real action."

"I've nearly exhausted all my wealth and estate to supply resources to the five military divisions under my command, so their casualty numbers are relatively low; for the other few divisions, even if I wanted to manage them I would be powerless."

Alexander said a great deal, even sharing via the neural link's virtual screen the war pictures fed back from the front lines.

Yixidule stood frozen in place for a long time, his expression stiff.

"……How could this be."

No wonder the empire has faced ever‑more enemies these years; it turns out everyone knows they have grown weak……

"We've come this far; there's nothing more to say."

Alexander stood up, his expression returning to cold detachment, "Perhaps from the moment you framed me, you already lost, Mr. Yixidule; you are a failed monarch."

Having said those final words, he deliberately glanced at the equipment still broadcasting, then turned and left the detention room.

Yixidule, as if he could bear no more blows, sat alone in the chair, covering his face and weeping in the empty room; his sobs were aged and rotting, and whether regret mingled with them is known only to himself.

At the same time, the livestream was cut off.

All residents belonging to the empire were forced to watch it to the end, and everyone felt a complex mix of emotions.

Those who had been marching in the streets even more loudly cursed Yixidule, tore up the signs that read 'Alexander the deserter,' and repented on the spot.

The monarch they had trusted turned out to be this kind of person.

The members of the military felt even more conflicted; General Andre, whom they revered as a war‑god warrior, had lost his life for such an absurd reason, and they still doubted whether Alexander was a reckless deserter.

Especially Steven's Fourth Military Division.

Because Steven suppressed the news, they never knew that the weapons and resources they used were personally purchased and commissioned by Alexander, and even at the banquet they had almost laid hands on Alexander!

After the livestream, another explosive piece of news appeared.