Since humanity entered interstellar civilization, the increasingly severe interstellar wars have led to the gradual integration of various human races, which has taken thousands of years to form the Federation we know today.
The Federation leadership is composed of the Tenth Legion, the Parliament, and the Church. Daily decisions are made through consultation among the three parties. The First Legion, which is controlled by Ling Chengrong, belongs to the Tenth Legion. The Tenth Legion is the Federation's strongest fighting force, but the Tenth Legion is not a united front.
Generally speaking, the First, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Tenth Legions are closely connected, and the marshals of the five legions have a good relationship, tending to agree on major decisions. The Second and Seventh Legions, on the other hand, are controlled by the Council. Don't assume that the Council's influence in the Federation is less than that of the five legions that are united. In fact, the Council controls all aspects of the Federation, and the Council Speaker's position is higher than that of Ling Chengrong, the strongest combatant in the interstellar space.
Similarly, due to religious issues, the church holds a significant position in the Federation. The three parties often clash over interests, which is why, despite Ling Chengrong being the marshal of the First Legion, a traitor could still emerge within the First Legion. This is because the three parties distrust each other, thus providing an opportunity for those with ulterior motives.
Although the Tenth Legion that Ling Wenying said she wanted to join often made decisions together with the First Legion to which Ling Chengrong belonged, the two legions had different responsibilities. The First Legion mainly fought against the Zerg and occasionally assisted in fighting space pirates, while the Tenth Legion mainly protected the security of the Federation and its primary enemy was pirates.
Don't assume that the lowest-ranked Tenth Legion faces the least danger. In fact, in recent years, space pirates have become increasingly powerful and rampant, and the dangers they face have also increased. This is precisely why the First Legion's assistance is sometimes needed.
Previously, Ling Chengrong had planned for Ling Wenbang and Ling Wenying's future by having them join the First Legion, grow up under his watchful eye, and eventually inherit the First Legion. However, if they went to the Tenth Legion, although he had a relationship with Marshal Hill of the Tenth Legion, he would not feel as at ease having them under his watchful eye. Moreover, once they went to the Tenth Legion, their military ranks would be fixed, making it difficult for them to return to the First Legion in the future.
Ling Chengrong frowned and scolded, "Ling Wenying, don't be ridiculous."
Ling Wenying said solemnly, "Father, I'm not being silly. Over the years, Aunt Song has devoted herself to our family and taken care of us with all her might. We can't let Aunt Song feel disheartened."
“I told you, I am looking for Wenye, and I have never given up on him.”
"You should talk to Aunt Song about this. Since returning to the capital planet, Aunt Song has not come home."
Ling Chengrong rubbed his temples, but that night he didn't stay at the legion to work overtime. Instead, he went to Song Xia's single apartment. Like Ling Wenbang and Ling Wenying, he waited for a long time before Song Xia returned home from training.
"What's the point of you starting to practice now? Song Xia, don't do pointless things."
Upon hearing this, Song Xia sneered: "How do you know that what I'm doing is pointless? Ling Chengrong, you can give up Ye'er, but I can't."
Ling Chengrong's expression became even more serious: "I said I would search diligently, and I haven't stopped searching for information these past few days. Why don't you believe me and insist on making trouble for no reason?"
“From the moment you decisively turned away from Ye’er, I knew that my son and I could never rely on you.” Song Xia looked disappointed. “Ling Chengrong, I was wrong before. I shouldn’t have had any expectations. Sign the divorce agreement. From now on, Ye’er and I will have nothing to do with you.”
Looking at her downcast eyes, Ling Chengrong felt a tightness in his heart. He wanted to say that it wasn't like that, but he couldn't say it.
"You want a divorce? Does the Song family know? Song Xia, don't be willful."
"Do you still think I'm being willful? Just because of the Song family, am I supposed to be trapped by your side for the rest of my life, and even remain indifferent when our son is kidnapped?"
Ling Chengrong felt he couldn't explain it to Song Xia no matter what he said, and in a fit of anger, he blurted out: "Do you know that because of your willfulness, Wenying is even going to join the Tenth Legion?"
The disappointment in Song Xia's eyes deepened: "In the end, you still only have Wenbang and Wenying in your heart. Yes, they are the best. They are the children born to you by the woman you love most. I can't compare to Ye'er. I will try to persuade Wenying, but I can't guarantee whether she will listen. Ling Chengrong, let's part amicably. I'm tired."
As she was about to close the door, Ling Chengrong blocked it with his foot: "You think you can save Wenye by sticking to your exercise routine now?"
"How do you know it won't work if you don't try? Ling Chengrong, I'm not like you. I only have Ye'er, and Ye'er only has me. Move aside, or I'll have to call security. It won't be good for your reputation as the marshal of the First Legion if word gets out."
The door slammed shut, and the words Ling Chengrong wanted to say got stuck in his throat. He then pounded his fist on the wall.
Song Xia ignored Ling Chengrong outside the door. After returning home, she went straight into Xiao Ling's space to study. Ye'er must be very scared right now, so she needed to improve her strength as soon as possible.
"Xiaxia, if you continue like this, you won't be able to handle it mentally," Xiaoling said worriedly.
Song Xia clenched her fist: "No matter how hard I work now, it's not as scary or torturous as Ye'er's."
At this very moment, in a distant, chaotic galaxy, Ling Wenye is imprisoned in a cage of interstellar pirates. He is surrounded by vicious and ruthless people, each with an extremely ugly appearance. If he gets too close to the iron bars, the criminals in the next cell will reach out and grab him, toying with him.
Little Ling Wenye's eyes filled with tears, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "My dad will definitely come to save me."
"Little reptile, your father? Who is your father? Even if a god came, he wouldn't be able to get out of here."
"My father is Ling Chengrong, the marshal of the First Army Corps. My father is the most powerful."
After a moment of silence, the surroundings erupted into even louder laughter: "So what if he's the marshal of the First Legion? If he were truly so powerful, would he have let you end up here?"
“Little reptile, this is not the capital planet. No one can get out of here.”
"Come here and let grandpa touch you. Maybe grandpa will give you half a loaf of bread for your next meal."
"This little face is so tender, I wonder what it would taste like to cook it."
Ling Wenye pursed his lips and curled himself into a ball. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe his father couldn't save him. His father was the most powerful person in the entire intergalactic world!
But when he thought of the image of his father leaving in his fighter jet that day, tears streamed down his face again. Could it be that his father really didn't want him? Otherwise, why didn't his father take him with him?
Although I am not as capable as my older brothers and sisters, am I not also my father's child?
The little child was experiencing something like this for the first time. Images of being neglected by his father kept surfacing in his mind, and coupled with his current situation, he began to doubt his own self-perception.
Dad, did you abandon me on purpose?
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