Chapter 29: Confessing that a female insect harms a male insect is an unforgivable crime...

Duka and his followers, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to their feet and hurried away. Saint Wenlijia was also terrified and dared not say anything. Turning around, he gave Ituran a furtive glare and left.

Peace was finally restored.

Wei'an no longer had the heart to care about these people. Looking at Yitulan who still had his head lowered, he felt a little regretful.

He reached out and gently cupped Ituran's cheek.

"Ituran." Vian's voice softened.

Yitulan slowly raised his eyelids, and intense emotions surged in his light blue eyes, including lingering humiliation and deep-buried pain, but more importantly, an incredible, cautious hope and emotion.

The heroic lord... was just protecting him.

"I'm sorry," Wei'an said softly, caressing Yitulan's cool cheek with his fingertips. "I heard that."

Ituran shook his head violently.

"No... My Lord, you don't need to apologize. It's me... It's me who brought shame upon you..."

"Nonsense!" Wei An interrupted him in a firm tone.

She looked him straight in the face, her eyes clear and focused. "Whether you want to talk about it or not, I'm always here. But I don't need to hear about your past from anyone else."

"My Lord," Yitulan said, his voice a little hoarse, "I didn't mean to hide anything about my sire and the Dark Nest."

"My dam is also a military female. He is very hardworking and an outstanding military female. Long-term combat has made his mental state very unstable. It just so happens that the Xiongbao Association has arranged a match for him." A very faint arc appeared at the corner of Yitulan's mouth.

"But on the way back to the Central Star Region, he met Sheng Wen Baishan. Sheng Wen Baishan was attracted by my father-in-law's appearance and asked directly if he wanted to be with him."

"There's no way my father would refuse him."

"After Sheng Wenbaishan lost interest in my dam, he gave my dam to someone else."

"After I was born, Sheng Wenbaishan didn't think I was his child. My father could only protect me with great difficulty and save his food to feed me." Yitulan's voice was low and steady, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"My mother-in-law has been hiding this from me. They are usually out of town. I don't know why they were home that time."

“I’ve been discovered,” Ituran paused.

"That noble male insect was a guest from Saint Wenbai Mountain. He wanted me to serve him, but my father-in-law naturally refused. They beat my father-in-law so badly that he was covered in blood."

"I want to beg Saint Wen Baishan to let my father go..."

Wei'an's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. It was hard to imagine how the young Yitulan could have witnessed all this.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Ituran tightly. Ituran felt the warmth and his stiff body slowly relaxed. He hugged Vian back and rested his chin lightly on Vian's shoulder.

"It's only a minor injury, but for a female insect to harm a male insect is an unforgivable crime. In order to make amends to that noble male insect and appease his anger, the Shengwen Family has no objection to anything we do."

"My father-in-law is dead, and as the continuation of his sinful blood, I am also a stain on the family. Moreover, I had not yet awakened to a certain level and was completely worthless. To satisfy that noble male insect, they sent me to the Dark Nest Prison the day after my father-in-law was executed."

It is a gathering place for fugitive criminals, degenerates and those who cannot be classified. It is filled with violence, chaos and despair and is the most terrifying prison.

The air was always filled with the smell of blood, sweat and cheap cigarettes. Surrounding them were cold metal walls, the sky was invisible, and all the people were locked up together.

Yitulan regained consciousness, raised his head, and met Wei'an's gaze. There was no inquiry or suspicion in his eyes, only utter heartache.

Wei An hugged her tighter, his voice muffled: "How old were you then?"

"Six years old."

Wei An took a deep breath. He finally understood why Yitulan would sometimes show such cautiousness that was almost self-deprecating, and why he cherished so much any kindness shown to him.

Yitulan felt Wei'an's body tremble slightly and patted his back soothingly. "Don't be afraid, Lord. It's all over. Although the experience in the Dark Nest was cruel, it also tempered me. Without that experience, I might not have survived later, let alone... be able to walk to your side."

"Yitulan," Vian's voice was soft and gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring Yitulan.

"You are the Admiral of the Northern Territory, my female monarch, and the one I love. The past cannot define you. It is just a part of your strength, but it is not right or natural. Your female father is not wrong to protect you, and it is not wrong for you to be seen by them."

"They were wrong. They were the ones who harmed you and your father. They are the executioners." Wei An said this with gritted teeth.

"Now you actually dare to use these things to attack you, ahhhhh,"

Wei An is feeling terrible now. These are a bunch of idiots and dirty things.

Yitulan stared at Wei'an, seeing Wei'an's heartache and anger.

A certain string that had been taut and hidden deep in his soul seemed to be completely broken with a clang at this moment, and a huge mixture of happiness and sorrow that almost drowned him surged into his heart.

He suddenly hugged Wei An tightly in his arms, with such force that he almost crushed him into bones and blood. He buried his face in the crook of Wei An's neck, greedily absorbing the unique warmth that could dispel all the haze.

"My lord..." He called out in a low voice, with a barely perceptible sob in his voice. All his defenses and coldness collapsed at this moment, revealing the softest and most genuine dependence within him.

Wei An let him hold him, patted his back gently, and released threads of mental power, as if comforting a child who had finally found a home.

After a long time, Yitulan finally let go of his hand.

"Thank you, Lord."

"Silly." Wei An was in a very complicated mood.

But seeing that Yitulan's complexion seemed to be a little better now, he breathed a sigh of relief, a smile reappeared on his face, and he rubbed Yitulan's hand.

"This lousy party is so boring and filled with smoke and chaos."

"Hero..." He called out softly, all the emotions in his heart finally turned into these two words, but they carried all his feelings.

Wei An understood everything in his eyes, smiled, and held his hand again: "Stay a little longer, then we'll say goodbye to the Insect King and go home."

Yitulan nodded vigorously: "Yes, go home."

Wei'an did what he said and patiently wandered around the banquet hall for a while before finding an excuse to take Itulan to bid farewell to the Insect King Ronan.

Ronan smiled tolerantly and did not force Wei'an to stay. He encouraged Wei'an with some kind words. When his eyes swept over Ituran who was standing next to him, a very faint and elusive coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes.

"Admiral Ituran," Ronan's voice remained gentle. "Sir Vian is a valuable asset to the Zerg and is extremely important. You must take even better care of him."

Yitulan knelt on one knee and gave a standard military salute. His voice was calm and emotionless. "I will obey your majesty's orders. It is my duty and honor to protect and take care of the hero."

Ronan nodded and said no more.

Leaving the palace and boarding the returning aircraft, Wei An breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the heavy weight on his heart lift a little. He tugged at the collar of his overly formal dress and slumped unrefinedly into the soft seat.

Yitulan had regained his usual calmness, but there was still a trace of barely perceptible fatigue and gloom between his brows, which was the remnant of the bad mood tonight.

"My lord, you have worked hard." Yitulan stretched out his hand and massaged Wei'an's solar plexus with moderate strength. The slightly cool temperature on his fingertips relieved Wei'an's fatigue very well.

Wei'an narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, like a cat being stroked. He took Yitulan's other hand, his fingertips gently stroking his palm. "Let's not talk about them anymore. It's disgusting. Let's go home. Meng'er must be waiting anxiously. I wonder if he's finished pulling out all the grass."

When Meng Er was mentioned, the corners of Yitulan's hard lips loosened slightly: "Yeah."

The aircraft glided smoothly into the night, leaving the still brightly lit palace far behind.

After landing smoothly in the courtyard of the mansion, the hatch slid open silently, and the cool night wind rushed in, bringing the fragrance of the evening star incense in the courtyard and blowing away the last trace of dull air brought back from the palace.

As expected, Meng Er stopped pulling weeds. Its round metal body was parked at the door, its electronic eyes flashing with warm anticipation. As soon as it saw the two of them, it slid over immediately, its cat ears shaking happily.

"Master! Welcome home! Menger has already prepared the bath water, and the temperature is just right! He also prepared some soothing herbal tea!"

Its voice was cheerful, but when it noticed the atmosphere between its two masters was more gloomy and stagnant than usual, the electronic voice lowered its pitch slightly and became cautious, "Masters...are you tired?"

Yitulan nodded slightly at Meng Er. Although he didn't say anything, his cold expression softened a little.

Wei An looked at Meng Er, his heart warmed, and he reached out to rub its head: "Yeah, a little. It's still better at home. But are you being lazy? Why aren't you pulling weeds?"

Meng Er is aggrieved,

"Master, the weeds have been pulled out. There are no more. The remaining ones are all planted by you. They are not weeds."

Wei An touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

"Okay, I wrongly blamed you. You are the most diligent kitten robot."

Meng Er immediately became happy, spinning around behind the two of them, and considerately adjusted the light in the room to the softest warm tone.

Back in the bedroom, Wei An almost couldn't wait to tear off the restrictive dress, changed into comfortable home clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Yi Tulan silently put the dress away, his movements as meticulous as always, but Wei An could feel that Yi Tulan was still a little sad.

"Ituran." Wei An walked behind him, gently put his arms around his waist, and put his face on his broad back. "Don't think about it, it's all in the past."

Yitulan's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, covering Wei'an's hands folded in front of him, and hummed softly.

He just wondered why his sire couldn't be so lucky.