Chapter 25 Marriage Bai Ze, his sharpest knife, is now...
For some reason, talking about Ituran made the elegant Insect King feel a little impatient, and he even lost patience with his own brother.
"Have you not dealt with your affairs yet? Why hasn't Quentin returned yet? The Xiongbaohui Star Mineral Energy Project is about to begin."
Prince Yu's face darkened. That bitch had actually dared to file for divorce. Quentin was a female insect from the Ducas family, one of the most outstanding female insects of the aristocracy. That was why Prince Yu had taken a fancy to him.
He was honored to have his eye on Quentin. But Quentin was a worthless bastard, having fathered two female children. The Ducasse family was a bunch of old fools, daring to protect this bitch. If the Ducasse family weren't still useful, he wouldn't want to continue looking at Quentin's dead face.
"Be careful." Ronan was also very clear about what his brother had done, but he didn't say much. After all, these things were nothing to worry about.
Prince Yu sneered, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, "I know, brother. I'll go get him back in a moment."
Ronan nodded without comment.
Prince Yu left, but Ronan was still reading. He loved the feel of touching paper pages, so even in today's paperless world, he still collected and preserved a large number of books.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let in excellent light. The pages of the book turned, shining on Ronan, giving him a sense of divinity.
The waiter next to him saw this and was filled with admiration.
This is their merciful King, their wise Lord, their Father God who is worthy of support.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence. The waiter looked at the approaching female insect with dissatisfaction and stopped him.
"Be careful, His Majesty is reading."
The waiter who came was also a little excited and spoke while panting slightly.
"The Marshal is awake."
The waiter was stunned. The Marshal had not been in good health since he was injured in the south a few years ago. This time he was in a coma for several days. His Majesty the Insect Emperor was very worried. It was not until the medical insect came and said that the Marshal had an old injury that recurred. He took medicine and would be fine after recuperation. Only then did the Insect Emperor feel relieved, but he still went to see the Marshal's condition every day.
The marshal has woken up, and His Majesty must be very happy. The waiter also became happy, walked quickly to Ronan and spoke softly.
"Your Majesty, the Marshal is awake."
Ronan paused turning the pages of the book, his eyes lit up with joy, and he stood up.
At the end of the magnificent corridor is Marshal Bai Ze's bedroom, which is also a well-equipped ward filled with a faint smell of medicine and coldness all year round.
The door, made of precious wood, was heavy and thick, requiring considerable effort to open. The scent of medicine mixed with pheromones assaulted Ronan, and he looked at his female monarch, Imperial Marshal Bai Ze.
Bai Ze was leaning against the head of the bed, his face pale but his eyes clear. Several medical insects saw the arrival of His Majesty the Insect King and respectfully stepped aside.
"How do you feel?" Ronan sat down beside the bed, holding Bai Ze's hand, his voice gentle and considerate.
Bai Ze forced a weak smile and pulled his hand away from Ronan's palm: "Thank you, Lord, I'm fine. I just slept too long and my bones are stiff."
The voice is hoarse and weak.
Bai Ze's gaze swept behind Ronan, and the waiters and medical bugs immediately understood, retreated silently, and closed the door.
They were the only ones left in the room, and the concern on Ronan's face faded a little.
Bai Ze keenly noticed the absent-mindedness in Ronan's eyes and asked, "What happened, Lord?"
After years of companionship, Bai Ze is too lazy to
Ronan pondered for a moment and told the story of Vian Clement.
"Since the Zerg entered the new era, there hasn't been a second-evolved male Zerg in years, let alone an A-level male Zerg. Yitulan has always kept a close eye on his male master."
Bai Ze was silent for a moment after hearing this. He had been in charge of the military for many years and was well aware of the balance of power among all parties. He also understood Ronan's intentions.
"Yitulan won't..." Bai Ze wanted to say something, but felt it was boring, so he stopped talking.
After a pause, he looked at Ronan and asked, "My Lord, what do you want to do?"
Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, with the light behind him, and the shadow cast on his face, obscuring his specific expression.
"Hahaha, I didn't intend to do anything. I just felt that he was a useful talent and wanted him to join the institute."
"When you have time, try to persuade Yitulan to be more open-minded and stop keeping the Lord at home all day. He should be able to achieve great things."
Bai Ze looked at his master in a daze. Time had not changed Ronan at all. Instead, it was like a fine wine that had been aged better, becoming more mellow.
"good."
After getting the answer he wanted, Ronan smiled more gently and ruffled Bai Ze's hair.
"Then you should have a good rest first, I will come to see you in the evening."
As Ronan turned to leave, he suddenly realized that Bai Ze was different. The once powerful, high-spirited military commander had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, always curved when she smiled, and a voluptuous figure. Even in private, she loved to laugh and play. He felt a mixture of nostalgia and gratitude.
What does it matter if he is not that powerful? He is his own queen and the partner of the supreme king of the Zerg.
Prince Yu became angrier and angrier as he walked out of the palace. It was just a lowly female insect that had given birth to puppies, and he didn't take it seriously. Recently, his subordinates sent him a batch of newly-adult sub-females, which were very fresh.
Ronan's anger welled up at the mention of this. Thinking of the female insect who had dared to move out without permission, Ronan's lips curled up in an icy arc, a smile that tore apart his otherwise handsome face, filling it with sinisterness and a desire for control.
The Ducasse family's estate is quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle, occupying a large piece of land in the core area where every inch of land is valuable. It grows rare fruits, plants and flowers, and the scenery is beautiful in all seasons.
The female insect was very tall, with a dark blue mark under her eyes, which made her look very haggard compared to her fair skin. Bruise marks that had not completely faded were faintly visible on the side of her neck, and the atmosphere around her was a little sad.
Quentin Ducasse was staring at the plants in the courtyard in a daze. In order to make him feel better, his father asked the servants to transplant many frost blue flowers. Although they were carefully trimmed and maintained, the frost blue flowers still looked weak.
There were footsteps behind him, steady and oppressive. Quentin guessed something in his heart and did not look back.
"Have you had enough?" Prince Yu's voice was as lazy as usual, but it coiled around him like an icy snake. "Come back with me."
Quentin's body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The divorce application has been submitted."
Prince Yu sneered, walked up behind him, and put his hands on his shoulders with such force that Quentin's muscles tensed and relaxed instantly.
Prince Yu watched his reaction with satisfaction, his fingertips rubbing the bruises on Quentin's neck that had not yet faded, and he breathed on the back of Quentin's neck. His fingers put pressure on Quentin's glands, bringing a shudder of fear and physical disgust.
"Can the Ducas family protect you? Don't be naive. Your old, naive father just agreed to my proposal for a new mining cooperation yesterday in order to beg me to let you go. You two useless daughters are still in the Imperial Military Academy, right? You f*cking want a divorce? Quentin, why didn't I realize you had a problem with your brain before?"
"Jie Lan seems to like mechas, right? Tell me, if I say hello, will he ever be able to touch a mecha in his lifetime? Military academy training always has risks."
Quentin's breathing suddenly stopped, his pupils constricted, he closed his eyes, and his body trembled even more violently.
"Be obedient," Prince Yu's fingers slid to the back of his neck, pressing near the female insect's most vulnerable gland, and his tone became "gentle". "Go back and recuperate well. Maybe you can give me another male child. I can let go of what happened last time."
Quentin opened his eyes suddenly, feeling a little desperate.
He remembered the price he paid for "not caring" the last time: he'd spent two weeks in the medical cabin. What about this time? He could tolerate that, but Jie Lan and An Nuo were his children. That beast had actually dared to let his friend take An Nuo away last time. If Jie Lan hadn't discovered it, would his children still be alive?
He spoke with difficulty, his voice almost inaudible, "Jie Lan and An Nuo, they are just children."
"Because they are your children," Prince Yu leaned over and hugged Quentin with false intimacy, like a coiled poisonous snake.
"You deserve a complete family, don't you? You're staying outside like a runaway slave, how can you look like a home?" He applied force with his fingertips, and Quentin groaned, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
Quentin controlled his body, stilling the trembling. What was he struggling for? Even if his mother-in-law helped him and he could afford the divorce, could he escape? His spiritual sea was already shattered. Without the soothing spiritual power bestowed upon him by Prince Yu, could he survive more than six months? He could die, but what about his children? Jie Lan had just entered the Imperial Military Academy, and An Nuo was still so young.
The word "...Okay" was as light as a sigh.
Quentin lowered his eyelashes, hiding the last bit of light in his eyes, and said, "I'll go back with you."
Prince Yu released his hand with satisfaction and patted his cheek: "Good boy~"
With an undisguised arrogance of a winner on his face, he straightened his cuffs and walked out.
Quentin stood there, the sun shining down on him, but it couldn't dispel the chill within him. Like a body drained of its soul, he felt only boundless, icy despair. He couldn't even feel the humiliation, only a sense of utter emptiness.
Imperial Palace.
Ronan was making tea with great interest, with steam rising from the air.
Lai Chong reported respectfully, "At the research institute, the project authority has been partially adjusted according to your wishes."
"What was Ituran's reaction?"
"Admiral Yitulan is very calm and there's nothing wrong. However, the Northern Military Region has just launched a new round of the highest-level security review, and it's very strict."
Ronan's lips curled up ever so slightly, his face gentle under the light, but his eyes were filled with depth. "Tell those at the research institute to cooperate with Lord Wei'an's research. This A-rank male insect, his value... is immeasurable."
"Yes. In addition, His Royal Highness Prince Yu has taken Quentin back to his residence."
Ronan nodded, not surprised, and waved his hand to let people leave.
In the empty hall, he looked out the window at the prosperous capital, and his gaze finally fell on the distant north.
Bai Ze, his once sharpest knife is now becoming duller and duller.
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