Chapter 42 Progress Test Results Too Good to Be True

"Your Highness Prince Yu, His Majesty and Marshal Bai Ze are inside and have ordered no one to disturb them." The waiter said with his head lowered, not daring to look Prince Yu in the eye.

Prince Yu frowned, suppressing his anger. "I have something urgent to do! Go tell my brother first that it's me who wants to see him."

The waiter remained motionless: "Your Highness, His Majesty has specifically instructed that even if you come, it will not work."

Prince Yu was stunned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

What does this mean, brother? Does he already know?

He paced anxiously outside the study and waited for nearly an hour before the study door was opened from the inside.

The one who came out was Bai Ze, and the bulge of his belly was already quite obvious.

What?

The person following behind him was Puro.

He indulged Quentin like this, and he still has the nerve to come to the palace?

Seeing Prince Yu's unfriendly look, Bai Ze simply glanced at him and left without saying goodbye, leaving Prince Yu somewhat bewildered. It was clearly him who had been wronged, wasn't it? What did he mean? That expression?

And that Pro, how dare he just leave without even saying hello to him?

Bai Ze's look made him feel inexplicably guilty and dissatisfied, so he walked straight into the study despite the waiter's obstruction.

Ronan was sitting behind the desk, holding a document in his hand, his expression expressionless.

"Royal brother! You must make this decision for me!" Prince Yu immediately launched into his accusations upon entering. "Quentin ran away with the two children and returned to the Ducasse family! This is simply trampling on my reputation and the reputation of the royal family! And that Vian Clement, he must have instigated this! He..."

"Enough." Ronan put down the documents and interrupted his endless complaints. He looked at his younger brother with a gentle look in his eyes, but his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

Prince Yu choked and looked at Ronan in surprise.

Ronan raised his eyes, and his deep golden eyes looked at his brother. There was no expected solidarity in them, but a hint of warning.

Prince Yu's nerves suddenly jumped.

"The Ducas family has just submitted a new cooperation agreement with very favorable terms. They have also pledged to increase their mineral tax payments to the royal family by 15% over the next three years," Ronan said slowly. "Also, they have 'voluntarily' assumed a portion of the Southern Legion's military expenditures for the next three quarters."

Prince Yu's pupils shrank. "Are they trying to settle this with money? How is that possible? My Royal Brother, you don't know how unreasonable that bitch is..."

"What else do you want?" Ronan chuckled, but his smile was cold. "Isn't this a win-win situation? The royal family has gained tangible benefits, and the Ducasse family has taken back their heir. As for what happened between you and Quentin... if the Ducasse family really pursues it, it will only make things worse."

"Family affairs? My royal brother! He is betraying me! He is slapping my royal family in the face!" Prince Yu was anxious.

"A slap in the face of the royal family?" Ronan's tone turned colder. "Then what about you condoning, even acquiescing to, other youngsters bullying your own children in front of so many nobles? And what about letting an outsider like Vian Clement to administer justice?"

"Puro just came with Quentin's medical report. Do you want Quentin to die in Prince Yu's mansion?"

Prince Yu's face turned pale and blue, and he was speechless.

"What about Vian? He also beat the Chancellor's child that day."

Ronan stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window was the bright lights of the core area. He ignored Prince Yu's words.

"Murphy's Dawn Project seems to have made some progress recently. Only Wei'an and Murphy know the core of the project. No one else knows much about it. Even Lin En can't find out."

He turned around and his eyes fell on Prince Yu: "At this juncture, what should not be done? Do you understand?"

Prince Yu's heart sank completely. His brother wasn't going to stand up for him...

"But..." Prince Yu still wanted to struggle.

"No buts." Ronan's tone left no room for doubt. "Things haven't been peaceful lately. Behave yourself. Go back."

Prince Yu knew that any further words he said would be futile. He gritted his teeth, suppressed all his resentment and resentment, and bowed, "Yes, my Royal Brother."

After closing the door of the study, Prince Yu walked out of the study with a face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

So what if the emperor didn't help him? Isn't the Ducas family just rich? How dare they humiliate him?

The morning sun shone on a desk covered with screens and paper notes. Wei An stretched, his joints crackling softly. He'd been working out again. He'd been really intense lately. Wei An rubbed his eyes.

He was sorting out the test data last night, and all the test data of retired female soldiers were entered into the analysis system.

These data are also thanks to Yi Tulan, who has accumulated a lot of prestige in the Northern Territory. When he learned that testing was needed, he helped them secretly recruit a group of female veterans from the Northern Territory who were deeply troubled by the substance and were willing to participate in the subsequent tests.

This made it possible to proceed perfectly.

"The results were compared and the consistency was as high as 98.7%."

The test results were unbelievably good. Wei An's eyes sparkled and his heart was filled with excitement.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. All the hard work he and Murphy had done for so long was finally not in vain. The medicine they developed did have the effect of severing the connection between substances.

He rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, feeling a mixture of excitement and exhaustion washing over him.

When I came out of the institute, the sunset had dyed the sky a warm orange-red.

It was a chilly late autumn day, and Wei An wrapped himself tightly in his scarf, hiding half his face. He hadn't been home for a few days, and wondered how Meng Er and Xiao Er were doing at home.

Wei An took a detour to a newly opened dessert shop. Murphy said that the cakes there were delicious.

When he returned home with the cake box, Meng Er immediately slid over and scanned the box with his electronic eyes: "Cake! Master, did you buy this for Meng Er?"

"You wish. Can't you eat it? It's for An Nuo. I'm off tomorrow and he said he wants to see Xiao Er." Wei An put the cake into the refrigerator with a smile and flicked Meng Er's ear.

"Oh—" Meng Er stretched out the electronic sound, and his cat ears drooped, but he quickly cheered up, "It's okay! Although the master didn't give Meng Er cake to eat, Meng Er made vegetable and chicken puree for the master and Xiao Er! It's healthy and delicious!"

Wei An looked at the bowl of abstractly colored food puree on the kitchen counter, his lips twitching slightly. But seeing Meng Er's expectant eyes and Xiao Er already leaning over to lick the food, he still complimented it against his conscience: "Well, it looks very creative. I decided to give it all to Xiao Er."

"Xiaoer! That's my cleaner! You can't eat it!" Meng Er made a sharp electronic explosion, and his round body slid out a shadow and rushed towards the little orange cat who was holding its special cleaner and chewing it non-stop.

The waiter was so scared that he started to shudder. Holding the bottle, which was bigger than him, he crawled under the sofa with his short legs, leaving only his furry orange tail wagging proudly outside.

Meng Er tried to catch Xiao Er's tail, but always missed.

Wei An came out of the kitchen with the freshly baked cookies and couldn't help laughing when he saw the two little ones.

Under Meng Er's unconditional pampering and feeding, Xiao Er has quickly evolved from a skinny and pitiful little thing into a round, naughty and lawless "Fat Orange".

Meng Er is now "reaping the fruits of his own actions", Wei An shook his head helplessly while washing his hands.

He put the biscuits on the table, bent down and took out the waiter who refused to come out together with the bottle, grabbed the skin on the back of its neck and tapped its wet little nose.

"Xiaoer, why are you so naughty? Menger is so angry that he almost has a short circuit."

Xiao Er has become much rounder. He opened his big watery eyes and looked at Wei An. Then he meowed and rubbed his head against Wei An, wagging his tail, making Wei An reluctant to say anything to him.

"Master!" Meng Er came over aggrievedly, (>~<),

"Xiao Er caught some bugs yesterday and threw them into my charging port. Woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

Wei An couldn't help but laugh as he stuffed the struggling Xiao Er into Meng Er's arms: "Alright, alright, you two should be friendly. Come, hold your 'son' and try my freshly baked cookies."

Meng Er's attention was instantly diverted. He carefully used his robotic arm to circle the meowing Xiao Er, his electronic eyes curiously scanning the tempting golden cookies. "Master, according to the latest version of Pet Daily Life, cats can't eat this. Household robots can't eat it either."

Wei'an is a black line, but there is no need to add the second half of the sentence,

"I know, this is for us. Xiaoer's snacks are over there, go get them for him." Wei An pointed to the cat snack cabinet in the corner, and Meng Er shook his cat ears in satisfaction.

After dinner, Wei An held Xiao Er in his arms and snuggled on the sofa in the living room. Meng Er played soothing music very appropriately, and his chubby body swayed gently to the rhythm of the music.

Wei'an opened the communication interface with Ituran. Ituran had been very busy recently and they hadn't communicated for a long time.

He opened the photo album and looked through the photos he had taken secretly of Meng Er and Xiao Er doing all sorts of funny things in their daily lives. He carefully selected a few and sent them over.

"Xiao Er has become rounder, Meng Er is now starting to study dark cuisine."

After clicking send, Wei An buried his face in Xiao Er's warm and soft fur and took a deep breath, causing Xiao Er to meow.

The next day.

Wei An had a rare moment of free time and was sitting cross-legged on the carpet reading a book.

Meng Er gradually loses his "fatherly love" for Xiao Er.

Xiao Er is now chubby, lively and active, with orange fur shining in the sun. His body is small and he parkours around flexibly, making Meng Er so angry that he is about to freeze.

"Master! Please take care of it. I just mopped the floor." Meng Er raised his cat paw, and his electronic voice was full of grievance.

Wei An couldn't help laughing and rubbed its head. "It's still too young, and there's no mother cat to teach it."

"According to the date of manufacture, I am also in my infancy! And apart from the chip, no one taught me." Meng Er retorted seriously.

Wei An was thinking about how to coax Meng Er,

The doorbell rang crisply.