Star Beast World: Little Rose is the most beautiful female!

Chapter 283 Because it's boring

The harmonious life lasted for a month, and the trees planted on this barren land miraculously survived, with not a single one dying, and all were full of vitality.

Jing Weisha is more than three months pregnant and her pregnancy is already quite noticeable.

With Allegra around for the past month, Stuart has had absolutely no chance to get close to Jing Weisha.

Late at night, Stuart knocked on Allegra's door, carrying a starlight lamp, as if he wanted to have a long talk with Allegra.

"Second Prince, it's been a month, and I see no sign of you leaving the contaminated area. Are you planning to let her give birth here?"

Alja got out of bed, toying with the braid in her hand, and casually replied, "You're keeping an eye on me. Do you think I'll still trust you and tell you my thoughts?"

“What you think is not important to me. I just hope she’s alright. The contaminated area is not suitable for females to give birth.” Stuart’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, filled with an indescribable heartache.

"If you want to take her away, just say so. I won't stop you." Alleja said nonchalantly, while braiding her hair.

“You don’t need to pretend you don’t care. Males understand males. You don’t actually want to see her suffer here with you.”

Alja tied her braids up and let them come undone over and over again. “It’s alright. I will give her an explanation for all the grievances she has suffered with me.”

"What's your plan? Make her the Empress of the West Asian Empire?" This was the best thing Stuart could think Alga would give her.

“I’ll be her concubine,” Alja replied casually.

Stuart was starting to lose interest in talking to him.

Is making her his concubine the way he's supposed to be?
He'd better be joking.

Otherwise, it would be hard for people to accept that the once arrogant and noble Prince Alga had suddenly transformed into such a humble male.

"You don't want your throne anymore? You don't want the West Asian Empire either?"

"I don't want it anymore."

Alleja's face showed no emotion; his calm and collected demeanor only fueled Stuart's inner frustration.

His contact with Alga was limited to those few months in the military camp; their relationship wasn't deep. However, he knew that Alga was born noble and had a spoiled and arrogant personality.

Logically speaking, a male like this should never be so nonchalant.

Either the blow was too great, or he really didn't care about anything, or a bigger goal appeared that made him choose to give up his original pursuit.

"Why don't you want it anymore? Is it because everything has settled down and you feel you can't compete with the Crown Prince anymore, or is it because of Sha Sha?"

"Because it's meaningless."

This answer surprised Stuart. "Just... it's boring?"

"Otherwise what? I've held absolute power for ten years. Every day I'm either dealing with diplomacy, parliament, targeting some small country, investigating which one of my subordinates has committed a crime, or figuring out how to build the country and make the empire stronger. I'd say I'm a diligent ruler. I wouldn't call myself a hard-working one, but I haven't been harsh either. Now I feel that all that is pointless."

Stuart looked at Alleja with a hint of pity in his eyes. "So what do you find interesting?"

He began to reflect on himself. If he hadn't suggested overthrowing Alga, Alga would still be the high-ranking Second Prince, the rightful ruler of the West Asian Empire, instead of living in a daze and constant fear. In their time together, he realized that Alga was truly different from his nephew, Hilscher. This man was measured in his words and actions, possessed a perfect sense of propriety, and was inherently reserved and dignified.

“I think things are fine as they are now. If she still likes me, I’ll be her fifth brother and hide behind her. As long as she can’t bear to part with me, and if the four of you care about her, you won’t touch me.”

Stuart's face darkened. "So you plan to compete with us for our favor from now on?"

"I have this idea."

"Second Prince, you make me look down on you."

Stuart's perception of him was still that of the ambitious, spirited, cunning, and scheming second prince of the empire, Alga, not the dejected and beautiful fox he was now.

Watching a proud person fall into the mire and refuse to climb out, Stuart felt a lump in his throat.

"Whether you look down on me or not is up to you. If it weren't for the fact that the four of you are inferior to me, she wouldn't think I'm good. Fools bring out the wise, cowards highlight the heroes. With you rubble in front of me, I am the pearl behind. My current inferiority to you makes your excellence stand out even more. You and those three should be secretly happy to have me as a foil."

Alja finally let go of her braid and lazily propped her head up. "I don't want to fight over those pointless things anymore. If you want to take her away, convince her to take me with her too."

"Actually, I think this place is pretty good. At least the trees that were planted have all survived."

Stuart gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Sasa wants me to help you fight back and take back everything that belongs to you."

Alleja tossed the braided woman over his shoulder, giving her an expression that even a dog would shake its head at. "Just the two of us, with her in tow, how are we supposed to kill them? Tell me, what are we going to use? With those plants that want to kill us? Or are we going to do what Loen did, capture the Queen Insect and control the Insectoids to fight our own kind?"

“You are the second prince, the true heir to the West Asian Empire, and a wise monarch. Arnor cannot compare to you, and given his recent actions upon assuming power, many people are not truly convinced of his authority. So, if you wish, there will be people willing to follow you. If you return Sasha to us, we will all help you,” Stuart stated the facts objectively.

Aleja's lips curled into a smile. "Do you think it's me who's preventing her from returning to you? Do you think I'm imprisoning her now? Do you think I'm controlling her personal freedom? Or controlling her thoughts to prevent her from being with you?"

“No, it’s not that. She’s fallen in love with you,” Stuart said with a wry smile.

"It's good to know."

"You respect her a lot, more than all four of us combined can match, that's true. But the way you are now doesn't deserve her love. You're not depressed, or you feel bored or don't want to fight for anything; you're just complacent, too lazy to make any changes, too lazy to fight. You think this kind of life is pretty good, so you don't even want what should be yours. To put it bluntly, you're a coward now. The last person a female should love is a coward, no matter how much that coward loves her. Females who fall in love with cowards never have a good ending."

Perhaps it was a mutual respect between strong individuals, but Stuart put aside his previous tense standoff with Allegra and instead earnestly advised his former enemy.

A strong person can end their life in any spectacular way, but they must never fall into depravity and give up.

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Let me also talk about my current situation. Little Rose has come this far, with both encouragement and setbacks along the way. I have never directly responded to those comments; I have chosen to delete them and permanently ban them because they don't understand me. Now I'm in a deep state of self-doubt. How should I write? Today someone said that they couldn't say what was interesting or uninteresting about it, but it just wasn't good.

Writing a book is meant to be read by people, so I can accept all positive and negative feedback without reservation, since nothing is perfect.

Some people say they can tell I'm young just by reading the story; others say my writing is rambling and full of flowery language; some say the novel about a spoiled wife giving birth has skewed values; still others say the female lead is a useless parasitic vine and that the author is a man-lover—and so on.

When you're emotionally exhausted, you really don't want to say a word. Romance novels, all that ambiguous and agonizing plot twists—if you don't see the male lead's sexual tension, what do you want to read? It's just endless sex, a bunch of guys supporting the female lead as she levels up, defeats monsters, and crushes villains, right? So now I don't want to include those ambiguous and agonizing plot twists anymore. I just want to finish the story peacefully and give them a proper ending.

I've always had little popularity and was purely writing this out of love. This struggling author is really begging for mercy! Few authors who make money can accept negative reviews, but I've endured it all this time. Second Prince's comment about it being boring truly reflects my feelings.