Madam Mu's hand, which was patting Mu Qianqian's arm, stopped. The cramping pain in her stomach reminded her that this good-for-nothing little bitch had humiliated her and cheated her out of her money. She couldn't let it go like this.

Moreover, her husband is at home with a large group of people, waiting for the good-for-nothing to bring home the level 7 plant healer with fruit, hoping to curry favor and sell it.

"Mom." Mu Qianqian couldn't help but call out to her mother when she saw her eyes darting around and her expression changing constantly. She then maliciously revealed her plan: "We only have this one afternoon left. After today, the school will be under closed management, and no one will be allowed to come in."

"And as you said, His Highness Agares was unwilling to register his marriage with her at all. It was all because His Majesty used his privileges to pressure us, and our family had no choice but to let Jiang Si marry His Highness Agares."

"His Highness originally wanted to divorce her. Knowing that she was having affairs, even if the Zerg attacked Cor Star again, as a man, he would put everything aside and come back to get her to divorce him. As soon as they divorce, you can take the opportunity to bring her home and lock her up."

"For the sake of her freedom, she'll expose the hidden Level 7 Plant Healer in exchange for her freedom. Then, not only her, but even the Level 7 Plant Healer will be a permanent guest in our home."

She didn't say directly that if a level 7 healer appeared in her house, she would imprison the healer. Then her family would become one of the top noble families in the Troia Empire, and she would become the object of others' marriage proposals and flattery. Heze would also treat her like the apple of his eye.

Madam Mu was persuaded. A level 7 plant healer represents endless wealth and supreme status. Whoever can befriend him and have him is equivalent to having wealth and status.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll provide Prince Agares with his personal terminal.”

A dozen or so small boxes, plus a large food box, were all moved into Agares's rest area.

The room was decorated in black and white tones, lacking any warmth and exuding a harsh and cold atmosphere. Only the box on the table seemed to add a touch of color to the room.

There were a dozen or so people squatting in two rows at the door. Half of them stared intently at the closed door, while the other half silently condemned Leia, who was squatting in the middle of the two rows.

Leia was all alone, scratching at the ground and clawing at his feet. He wanted to eat the candy his wife made, didn't he?

The guards in the distance looked at the deputy generals of the hunting legion with a chill down their spines; one by one, they blocked the commander's door.

What are we going to do?

What are we going to do?

Although the commander-in-chief is a monster with superhuman combat abilities, capable of slaying alien beasts and tearing apart insectoids with his bare hands, this scene looks too much like the deputy commanders are preparing to rebel among themselves.

The guards on duty had to cautiously place their hands on the laser guns at their waists. If any of the lieutenants made any rash moves that would be detrimental to the commander-in-chief, they would be shot dead on the spot. They would never be allowed to harm the commander-in-chief, absolutely not.

Agareth opened a small box containing a small jar of sugar cubes, a glass jar of dried lemons, a small jar of honey, and a bright yellow lemon.

He squinted, stared at it for a moment, and then casually opened the large food box with his name on it.

Inside the large box was a note, some food, two jars of candy, but no dried lemons or lemons—it was different from theirs.

His Highness the Commander-in-Chief's dark eyes swept over his subordinate's box once more, his gaze lingering longest on the honey and dried lemons.

So long that he unconsciously picked up the note. Just as he unfolded it, his personal terminal beeped. He tightened his grip on the note, then loosened it. After checking that the note was fine, he put it down and opened the video on his personal terminal.

In the video, Madam Mu's eyes were red, tears streamed down her face, and her wrists were twisted and swollen. She bowed to him and said, "Your Highness, I apologize for disturbing you."

Agares sat upright, his posture distant and indifferent, and asked, "What brings you here, Madam Mu?"

Lady Mu wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and confessed, "Your Highness, I am guilty, please forgive me."

Agares's dark eyes peered through the quantum computer as he stated expressionlessly, "Madam Mu, you are guilty, and you are judged by the laws of the Empire, not by my forgiveness."

"Of course, given your good attitude in admitting your guilt, if the crime you committed does not harm national interests or ethnic rights, I will plead with the court to try to give you a lighter sentence."