Chapter 28: Dark Nest He was thrown into the Dark Nest by the Shengwen Family...
Prince Yu's gaze first passed over Wei'an, then stopped at Yitulan. A hint of subtle disdain lingered in his eyes, but he remained polite on the surface. "Your Excellency Wei'an, Admiral Yitulan, I've heard a lot about you. My queen is unwell, so I'll excuse myself."
Yitulan had a cold expression as he introduced the male insect that had suddenly arrived to Wei'an.
"My lord, this is Prince Yu and his queen, Quentin."
Wei An then greeted the male insect in front of him,
"Good morning, Prince Yu, good morning, Princess."
Prince Yu nodded and walked towards the crowd with Quentin.
Looking at their departing backs, Prince Yu seemed to be lowering his head and saying something in Quentin's ear.
"Is he from the Caster family?" Wei An was a little curious. The Caster family was one of the four major families in the Central Star Region, and their commercial influence was deeply rooted in the entire Zerg. And the princess just now looked so poorly...
Yitulan's voice echoed in Wei'an's ears. "Quentin was once the Ducas family's most brilliant talent. My Lord should still be able to find Quentin's record among the outstanding graduates of the Imperial Military Academy. When the Caster family and the royal family were arranged to marry, it was Prince Yu who specifically requested Quentin."
"His spiritual sea..." Wei An frowned. "It's in very bad condition, worse than many of the seriously injured female soldiers I've seen in the Northern Territory..."
"Also, Marshal Bai Ze, he's not doing well either?" Wei An hesitated, but still said it.
Yitulan knew that the Lord's mental power had improved a lot recently, and there must be no problem with the detection results.
After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Most female insects are like this after marriage."
Wei An also fell silent.
Vian went to the bathroom and Ituran waited for him in the hallway, only to run into Quentin again.
This time he was alone, leaning against the cold pillar, breathing slightly, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. His face looked even uglier than before, and his loose silk scarf revealed a small part of his bruised neck.
When he saw Ituran, a trace of panic flashed in Quentin's eyes. He wanted to stand up straight, but he was unable to do so.
"How are you?"
Quentin was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Yitulan to take the initiative to talk to him. He opened his mouth, but finally uttered two words hoarsely: "It's okay..."
Yitulan looked at how he was trying hard to hold on, took out a universal basic inhibitor and handed it to him.
"This might make you feel better."
This is a habit that Yitulan has developed, carrying inhibitors with him. Although the inhibitors are basically useless after being with Wei'an, he is still somewhat grateful at this moment.
Quentin looked at the inhibitor that was handed to him, his pupils slightly dilated, his eyes filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected that Yitulan, a complete stranger, would help him, and how did he know about his spiritual sea...
Quentin reached out his trembling hand and took the small potion, his fingertips were cold.
"Thanks."
The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was accompanied by a barely perceptible sob.
Seeing that Quentin was in a very bad condition, Ituran helped Quentin up and helped him inject the inhibitor into the gland.
Under the slow effect of the inhibitor, Quentin felt a little better. He wanted to express his gratitude, but he felt embarrassed and ashamed. He was in such a mess. How could he have ended up like this? Looking at the clean-cut Ituran, Quentin was a little dazed.
Yitulan was the general of the Northern Territory, so he had naturally met Yitulan before.
As a powerful S-rank military heroine who holds real power in the army and is not held hostage by her family, Yitulan has always been sharp, like the wind and snow in the northern region.
A military female who did not try to please the male insects, repeatedly embarrassed those male insects, and refused to mate, Quentin had imagined in their brief encounter that such a military female would have a tragic end.
Although the universe is vast, it cannot nourish the grass without roots.
Female insects need to be cautious, especially military females.
But now it seems that Ituran is in better condition, which is really lucky.
At this moment, Prince Yu's dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the corridor: "Quentin! What are you dawdling about?"
Prince Yu was standing in a blind spot outside. Naturally, he didn't see that Quentin was not the only one inside. He was too lazy to put on that hypocritical facade and became impatient.
Quentin's body stiffened, and he quickly hid the bottle of inhibitor in his sleeve and hurriedly said thank you to Ituran.
Yitulan pulled him back and took the bottle back. His light blue eyes were calm and emotionless.
Quentin looked at him gratefully, then lowered his head and walked quickly towards Prince Yu.
As soon as Wei An came out, he found that his wife was a little absent-minded, cold, dazed, and a little cute. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Yitulan, smiling brightly, revealing her white teeth.
"What's the matter? Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Wei An said as he took Ituran’s hand.
In response to Wei'an's question, Yitulan shook his head slightly, looked at Wei'an quietly, and held Wei'an's fingers.
Wei An also laughed, looking a little silly.
The two of them didn't bother going back to the maze, so they went to the terrace outside, figuring they could leave after a while. Wei An took two small, delicate berry cakes and handed one to Yitulan.
Wei An lowered his head and took a bite, frowning.
Why is it so sweet?
As soon as Yitulan saw Wei'an's expression, he knew what was going on. He took the piece from Wei'an's hand and handed him a cup of iced flower tea.
Wei An finally came to his senses after taking a sip of tea. How could it be so sweet? Just this cake alone would make someone with low blood sugar climb eighteen stories.
Wei'an finally realized the advanced nature of Meng Er. If he had known, he would not have let Meng Er buy it. What a great home robot! What's wrong with its speech? It speaks very well.
Wei An sat up straight and said, "What do you mean? Meng Er is not still pulling weeds, is he?"
Yitulan was stunned. In the afternoon, he only paid attention to Xiongzhu. When he left, he didn't notice whether Menger was still pulling weeds.
"That shouldn't be the case, right?" Yitulan said this with some uncertainty.
The two were thinking about such a serious question when a voice interrupted their thoughts.
"Weian, why are you hiding here?"
Hearing his own name, Wei An looked up in confusion. There was actually more than one person coming. He saw several male insects with gorgeous clothes and a dandy look in their eyes walking towards him, holding wine glasses.
Wei'an's face remained calm, but a trace of annoyance welled up in his heart. He had no intention of getting entangled with these people; he just wanted to spend some quiet time with Yitulan.
Seeing Wei'an's confused face, Duka began to lose his composure.
"You're a forgetful person, aren't you? You've forgotten even your good brothers? Why, now that your status is different, do you look down on us old friends?"
The male insects behind him also joined in the fun.
Fuck, the dead memories are coming back. Looking at the jeweled, fleshy male insect in front of him, Wei An's face turned grim.
"Don't recognize random brothers. My father only gave birth to me."
Duka's fat belly rose and fell violently, and he smiled.
She looks even uglier when she smiles, as if her eyes are sunken into her flesh.
Wei An silently looked away.
"If you don't want to reminisce with your brothers, you have to recognize your brother."
After Duka finished speaking, he moved aside, revealing a familiar face - Saint Wenliga.
Wei An narrowed his eyes. Each one was more annoying than the other. Were they here to get beaten?
"Sheng Wenlijia is the only male insect in your queen's family. Wei An, your queen is too ignorant. She didn't even introduce her younger brother to you."
"I'm not saying this, you should send this kind of female insect to a correctional facility for proper training. It's really embarrassing for a female insect. How can she possibly serve her male master well?
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"If you find the disciplinary office troublesome, I'm willing to do it for the sake of our brotherhood..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slightly frivolous voice.
Saint Wenliga was wearing an exquisite dress and holding a wine glass in her hand. Her face looked three points similar to Ituran. Her short light golden hair was meticulously groomed, and her amber eyes showed undisguised disdain for Ituran and a hint of superiority.
"Brother Yitulan, why don't you speak?"
"You still need me to call you Shengwen Ziye before you can remember your identity."
He deliberately stretched out his words, and the air around them seemed to stagnate slightly due to the malice in his words. The aura around Yitulan instantly turned icy, but he remembered his status as a female monarch and the fact that today was not the time for conflict.
He just lowered his eyes, and his long, thick silver-white eyelashes concealed the murderous intent surging in his eyes.
Wei An's face darkened completely. "Saint Wenlijia, you seem to enjoy coming to me for a beating after getting drunk."
Thinking of Wei'an's merciless and one-sided beating, Sheng Wenlijia's expression twisted for a moment, but then he remembered his father's instructions and maintained a normal expression.
Trying to speak gently, he continued, "Sir Wei'an, you are truly very broad-minded. My father used to worry that my brother would be like his father, cold and hard, not knowing the rules, and that he would not be able to serve you well and would make you angry."
"You don't know, his female father was executed for harming innocent male insects, and the first time you met him, he hurt you and sent you to the hospital."
"Doesn't this prove that this father and son are both despicable? Moreover, he was thrown into the secret nest by the Shengwen family back then..."
As soon as the word "dark nest" came out, the expressions of the other people also changed.
Wei An didn't know where the Dark Nest was, but he felt Ituran's hand tense up instantly under his palm, and subconsciously held it tighter.
Yitulan's breathing stopped for a moment, and complex emotions surged in the depths of his light blue eyes, eventually turning into a gloomy black that lingered for a long time.
He tightened his grip on Wei An's hand slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "Master, there are some things I haven't explained to you yet..."
Wei An felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw Yitulan's appearance. He seemed to be immersed in bitterness and anger. He took a step forward and completely blocked Yitulan behind him. His eyes were as sharp as a knife as he swept over everyone.
"Have you said enough?" Wei An's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, with an unprecedented coldness.
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible mental pressure slowly spread out from Wei'an, gradually becoming more and more domineering and strong, with an unquestionable majesty and oppression, making Duka, Saint Wenliga and others turn pale in an instant, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and even breathing became difficult.
They stared at Wei An in horror, as if they were truly meeting him for the first time. The Wei An before them, with his cold eyes and imposing aura, was no longer the ridiculous, useless person he once was.
Is this the A-level male insect?
Vian looked at Saint Wenliga, his disgust clearly revealed in his eyes.
"Put aside your disgusting tricks. Yitulan is my queen, my chosen mate. His origins and past won't change that. A parasite who only knows how to rely on the shadow of his family, yet you're pointing fingers at heroes who have truly shed blood for the tribe? Are you crazy?"
"Do you think I can be manipulated by you, or do you think my female monarch, the Northern Territory General, can be criticized at will? What qualifications do you have to speak so arrogantly here? If I hear you, or anyone else, speaking disrespectfully about my female monarch again, I won't mind letting you experience for yourself what the mental power of an A-level male insect is like?"
Saint Wenliga pointed at Wei'an, his fingers trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He was really scared. At that moment, he really thought that the other party would kill him.
"You,...you you..."
"Get lost." Wei An said lightly.
Wei An stopped looking at them and put his arm around Ituran's shoulders, trying to give him a sense of security.
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