Yunwushu passed by the study door and stopped in his tracks when he heard the noise coming from inside.
"Sir, have you considered asking the Star Lord to step in recently? After all, he is the nominal Star Lord of Muqier."
Yunwushu paused and his ears moved slightly.
Chriselle's voice came faintly: "He is not in good health, why bother him."
"But he is a Star Lord after all." The other party paused, "The outside world has begun to have some doubts..."
"Question?" Kristel smiled softly. "What are they questioning?"
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment before whispering, "I doubt whether Your Highness is truly in charge of Muqier. Besides, My Lord, you don't have to bear this pressure."
The study was silent. After a few seconds, Chrisel spoke: "Then tell them to shut up. Also, there is no need to let His Highness know about these things."
The voice was as steady as usual, but Yunwushu could hear a certain... unquestionable meaning in it.
Yunwushu returned to the room and sat in front of the window, his fingertips gently stroking the window sill, his eyes gloomy.
The silvery moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the desk. Yunwushu sat quietly at the table, his fingers gently flipping through the information on the screen.
This is the financial report of Muqier Star for the past six months, as well as the transportation data of various star ports.
He read through it bit by bit, analyzing it line by line, with a seriousness that didn't seem like himself.
It was dark outside the window, and inside the room there was only the pale blue glow cast by the screen, which made his originally pale face appear even more transparent.
He had long known that Chrisel had been handling government affairs for him. Even in the eyes of the outside world, Chrisel was the actual controller of the entire Muqier Star, and he, Yunwushu, was just a symbolic star lord.
He didn't care at first.
But... he didn't like this feeling.
Because of his body, Chrisel has many burdens on his shoulders that do not belong to him.
The identity, responsibilities, and rights of the Lord of Muqier Star seemed to be completely wrapped up under the protection of Chrisel.
Yunwushu spent a whole week carefully organizing the core data of Muqier Star.
Fiscal revenue and expenditure, tax distribution, arms deployment, border trade, energy exports...
He had never come across these tedious and complicated data before, but now he was learning them carefully bit by bit.
At first, his body really couldn't support such high-intensity consumption.
He had to stop and relax every time he watched for a while. He had a severe headache and the light screen in front of him often became blurred due to dizziness.
But he didn't stop.
He made his life regular, taking medicine and eating on time every day, and even controlling the time of going out for a walk precisely.
"Send these documents to Minister Bair."
Yun Wushu put down the light screen and gave orders calmly.
The attendant standing in front of him was stunned for a moment: "Your Highness, these..."
"Let Baier look at it, and then he'll know what to do."
The attendant hesitated for a moment: "But...My Lord..."
"Chrisel is busy." Yun Wushu interrupted him, his tone flat, "No need to tell him."
"The burden on his shoulders is already heavy enough." Yun Wushu interrupted, and suddenly a violent coughing fit interrupted his words.
He hastily covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and when he took it away, it was stained with a little scarlet.
The attendant was horrified: "Your Highness! I will call a doctor right away!"
Every breath felt like a tiny needle pricking his lungs, but a smile played on his lips.
The attendant lowered his head, not daring to say anything more. He just respectfully took the documents and quickly left.
Yun Wushu looked at his back and slowly exhaled.
Bai'er is the confidant left to him by his father, even Chrisel doesn't know it. But he is not on guard against Chrisel. Bai'er's existence is only to protect his own safety. It was Yunwushu who discovered Bai'er's ability by chance.
Anyway, Yunwushu doesn't have many years left to live, so he might as well use these few years to exchange for Chrisel's freedom.
He didn't dare to have any more fantasies.
Summer has begun on Muqier Star, and the birds in the trees are reluctant to come out.
"How are you feeling today? Are you still feeling dizzy?" The familiar voice reached Yunwushu's ears before its owner.
Yunwushu slowly closed the document in front of him and opened another book.
"Yeah, much better."
He fainted while looking at the documents yesterday. Fortunately, the servant put the documents away before notifying Chrisel.
Chrisel walked over and closed the book on the desk, "Rest your eyes."
I don’t know what’s wrong with this kid lately, but he has inexplicably taken to reading.
"If you really like it, I'll read it to you next time." Chrisel reached out and tested the temperature on his forehead.
The two of them were quite close to each other, and Yunwushu's voice rolled unconsciously in her throat, so she didn't hear clearly what he was saying, "Hmm."
When he came to his senses, Yun Wushu turned his head to the side, confusion hidden in his eyes, and quickly lowered his curtains, fearing that some uncontrollable emotions would come out.
Chrisel didn't notice anything, she just thought he was bored because he had no books to read. "Want to go out for a walk? The flowers in the greenhouse are blooming."
"Okay," Yun Wushu replied softly, watching Chrisel's busy figure. There were noticeable dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating he hadn't gotten enough rest.
Chriselle seemed to notice his gaze and turned to him and smiled: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Yun Wushu quickly lowered his head, feigning interest in the fruit on the plate. "You look tired."
"There's some...little trouble over there with the delegation." Chrisel said lightly, but Yunwushu noticed a fresh scar on his right hand, hidden by his clothes, and it would have been invisible if one hadn't had sharp eyes.
Yunwushu reached out and held Chrisel's arm: "Are you hurt?"
"It's just a minor scratch." Chrisel tried to pull his hand back, but Yunwushu stubbornly refused to let go.
"Has it been dealt with?"
"Well, the medical robots have..."
Yun Wushu had already stood up and retrieved the medicine box from the bedside table. He gently disinfected Chrisel's wound and applied a biological dressing.
The whole time, he could feel Chriselle's gaze lingering on his face, making the tips of his ears warm slightly.
"Thank you." Chrisel's voice was lower than usual, and her thumb gently stroked the inside of Yunwushu's wrist, causing a slight tremor.
The air between them suddenly grew thick. Yun Wushu hastily withdrew his hand, pretending to tidy up the medicine box to hide his panic. "No, you're welcome."
After an awkward silence, Chriselle stood up and said, "I'll go get ready."
After Chrisel left, Yun Wushu breathed a sigh of relief and buried his burning face in his hands. This feeling of his heart beating out of control was too dangerous; he had to control himself.
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