Looking at the nervous man, Song Ye sighed inwardly. Before he knew his background, he had heard this name many times. He was just an unknown pirate, while the man in front of him was the Federation's First Marshal, known as the God of Interstellar War. Their statuses were worlds apart. Who would have thought that he was actually the man's son?

The image of being abandoned haunted him for years. He knew he should hate, but with his mother's support, he had long since healed the wounds he had suffered.

Moreover, from a man's perspective, with his wife's killer on one side and his subordinates already on the other, choosing the former is understandable.

If her mother, a frail woman, could overcome so many difficulties to find her, was there really no way for this interstellar marshal to do anything? It's just that other things were more important.

Song Ye said calmly, "Come in."

"Oh!" Ling Chengrong was pleasantly surprised and quickly followed him inside.

After entering the room, Song Ye didn't say much, but silently helped Song Xia with her tasks. Ling Chengrong stood in the living room, feeling somewhat lost.

Why don't you talk to him?

"I feel like there's nothing to talk about. If I say I won't forgive him, it seems like there's no real feeling left. After all, I don't hate him anymore, so why bother with these things? Everyone has their own choices, which is understandable. But if I say I forgive him, what happens after I forgive him? Can I live in harmony with him and call him 'father'? I can't do that either."

Song Xia chuckled: "That's so contradictory!"

Song Ye frowned: "I just don't want to have any further entanglement with him. It's better to be strangers to each other."

Ling Chengrong had good hearing and was just about to come over to help when he overheard these words, and his heart sank instantly.

Song Xia and Song Ye also noticed him at the same time, but neither of them felt embarrassed.

Ling Chengrong mustered his courage: "Ye'er, can we talk?"

Song Ye wiped his hands clean and silently walked out of the kitchen: "What do you want to talk about?"

Ling Chengrong forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just wanted to sincerely apologize to you. I'm sorry, I really neglected you back then. Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

"Marshal Ling..." Song Ye still couldn't bring himself to call him that. "It's all in the past, and I won't dwell on it anymore. Everyone makes different choices, which is normal. You don't need to waste your time on Mist Star over this. We are related by blood, which is fate. If our kinship fades, it's also destiny. There's no need to be too hung up on it."

Ling Chengrong's face paled. Was this a way of telling him that there was no need to acknowledge each other as father and son?

Indeed, he was the one who let go first, and he deserved it.

Ling Chengrong said with guilt in his eyes, "I don't expect you to acknowledge me, I just want to have a chance to take care of you."

"Whatever." Song Ye's expression remained indifferent. "You have your own personal freedom, just don't cause trouble for me and Mom in the future, and don't bother us."

If his youngest son still harbored hatred and resentment, Ling Chengrong might have felt a little happier, at least there would be hope for reconciliation. But the more indifferent and apathetic his youngest son was, the more desperate he became, because only by truly letting go could one be so unconcerned.

He seemed to have lost all his strength: "Ye'er, I'm sorry."

Song Xia tried to persuade Ling Chengrong to stay for lunch, but he didn't. Why stay and upset the mother and son? They would be happier without him, so he would just watch from afar.

After this conversation, Ling Chengrong still did not leave Wuxing. As before, he would bring Song Xia some new things every two or three days, and Song Xia would accept them all without feeling awkward at all.

When Song Ye occasionally returned to Wuxing, he would nod to Ling Chengrong, but that was all.

However, Ling Chengrong's life doesn't revolve entirely around Song Xia and Song Ye. Sometimes when Luo Ge is in a bad mood, he'll challenge him to a fight, and Ling Chengrong will retaliate without hesitation. Now, Wuxing is used to their behavior. Since they can't stop them, they let the children stand aside and learn. After all, the two are top experts in the interstellar space, and such an opportunity to observe is unique in the entire interstellar space.

To Song Xia's delight, after the situation in the interstellar region stabilized, Ling Wenbang and Ling Wenying would occasionally come over, but since the Silver Star Region needed a leader to oversee things, they couldn't come at the same time.

Perhaps Ling Chengrong had specifically instructed them, because when the brother and sister came over, he didn't try to persuade them to forgive him again, but instead strongly invited Song Xia and Song Ye to visit the Silver Star Domain.

"Aunt Song, I'm here again!" Ling Wenying lay casually on the sofa, then proudly presented the things she had brought.

"These are the latest spices we found. Aunt Song, see if they're useful. I've tasted this fruit; it's not poisonous. And these ores are incredibly hard. We went to great lengths to forge some small weapons. Aunt Song, this dagger is for you. It was forged according to the methods in the ancient book."

When Song Xia took it in his hand, it was a small dagger that was indeed quite heavy. Even without moving it much, he could feel its chilling aura.

"Huh?" The system spirit exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaxia, this ore is a good thing. Even in the world of immortals and heroes, it is a rare and precious commodity."

Song Xia understood. After all, it was an interstellar world. The environments of different interstellar worlds were different, which created different things. It was normal to have good stuff.

Now that her life is stable, should she consider traveling to different star systems and collecting more items she has never seen before?

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Ling Wenying picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth: "I knew Aunt Song wouldn't mind. Song Ye, is there anything else to drink in the fridge? I'm so thirsty."

"You're thirsty, why are you eating so many pastries?" Song Ye looked disgusted, but still went to get her a drink.

Compared to Ling Chengrong, Song Ye was much closer to Ling Wenbang and Ling Wenying, and had already promised to take Zuo Yue to the Silver Star Region in the future, although the specific time had not yet been determined.

Ling Wenying took a big gulp and exclaimed, "It's so comfortable here!"

Song Xia smiled gently, her eyebrows curving upwards: "If you like it, stay a little longer."

"This time it probably won't work. I came out on a mission this time, and I just made a detour to Fog Star. I have to leave tomorrow."

"Then I'll cook you a big meal tonight."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Song!"

Since Ling Wenying was there, Song Xia asked Song Ye to call Ling Chengrong as well. Ling Chengrong enjoyed the meal very much, though he felt it would have been even better if Luo Ge hadn't been there.

For many years afterward, everyone maintained this way of getting along. Ling Chengrong no longer forced the repair of the relationship, and Song Ye treated him as a familiar neighbor. Only when Song Xia returned from her interstellar travels would everyone gather together to chat, which was the time everyone looked forward to the most.