After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 211 Daddy, you can't keep showing off your love by shoving dog food at everyone!

Agris raised his hand towards her face again: "Do you really think I can't bear to hit you?"

“Go ahead and hit me, I won’t dodge!” Atuya was as calm as still water, without any ripples. She even pushed her face closer to his palm, letting him hit her so it would be easier for him to hit her.

Agris raised his hand towards her face, but stopped abruptly just as it was about to touch her.

His eyes were red, his lips trembled, and resentment, unwillingness, reluctance, and sadness were intertwined in his eyes: "Atuya, I always thought you loved me, that you understood me, but it turns out you didn't."

“What did I do wrong? I am the eldest prince of the Zerg. From the day I was born, I was destined to be out of the running for the throne. Yet everyone in the M31 star system still compares me to Chongming, that dragon.”

"They say he's outstanding, that he's the number one dragon from ancient times to the present, but I'm just an insect, an insect that can never be brought to the table. Even if I'm the eldest prince of the insect race, I still have to marry a female insect. I can never make my own decisions about my insect life."

“I’m not reconciled. I want to compete with him. I want to be better than him. I want the Queen Mother to see me. I even have the delusion that if I am good enough, even better than Chongming, maybe I can change the history of the Zerg where women are superior to men.”

"All I want is to be valued, all I want is to be admired, all I want is to be seen by the Queen Mother. What have I done wrong? Why won't you help me? Why?"

It is said that being the first child and receiving the parents' favoritism is proof of their love for each other.

But he wasn't. He was never favored. In the Zerg royal family, he was like a dispensable insect.

He was served three meals a day by special insects who were respectful and hypocritical. They looked at him with pity that he was a male insect, and they said in private that if he were a female insect, and the Queen's first child, he would surely be the Crown Princess and the future heir of the insect race.

It's a pity, a pity. He seems to be lucky to be the eldest prince of the insect race, but in reality, when he grows up, he will just be a bargaining chip for the royal family to use to win over other excellent female insects.

He is no less capable than any other insect. He can go to the battlefield, he can make money, he can strategize. Why is he not free? Why can't an insect make its own decisions? He is unwilling, truly unwilling.

Artuya, with five finger marks on half her face, looked at him with calm eyes, devoid of any pity, adoration, or deep affection.

From the moment she told him she wanted to break off their engagement, she placed herself in the position of a subordinate, treating him as a superior member of royalty, a superior insect, and treating him with neither servility nor arrogance.

Atuya stated in an extremely calm tone: "I am a general of the Zerg, I have 100 million Zerg soldiers under my command, and I can command large groups of 100 million to 500 million Zerg soldiers in battle."

"If I help you, I will be disregarding my million insect soldiers. They will be implicated because of my help."

"More than 70% of the 100 million insect soldiers have parents, partners, children, and siblings. I cannot let them be punished or made to take the blame because of my own selfishness or your selfishness."

“Their parents, children, partners, brothers and sisters depend on them for survival. The Zerg don’t leave many ways for ordinary units like them to live. I am their trusted general, and their lives are in my hands. I have to do everything I can to ensure their safety.”

"I would never allow your mistake to start a war between the two countries, causing more insect soldiers and ordinary insect civilians to be dragged into the battlefield and die."

"You royal family, you superior insects, think that ordinary insects just die, and that it is an honor for ordinary insects to die for you, to be able to conquer another planet, a new star system."

“You feel honored, but I don’t. I’m not afraid of fighting, I’m not afraid of death, I’m not afraid of leading the charge. What I’m afraid of is you forcing trouble and making us die for your own selfish desires.”

Just as Atuya didn't understand him, Agris didn't understand Atuya either. "Soldiers are meant to make a name for themselves. Only with military merit can they live better lives. Without war, how can they become superior insects with meager subsidies?"

"As their general, how do you know they don't want war between the two countries to break out if you haven't asked them?"

"Moreover, Jiang Chacha is the only 3S-level dynamic plant-type healer in the entire M31 star system. Having her will not only raise my ability level, but also all the Zerg..."

"Stop being naive, Your Highness Agris." Atuya interrupted Agris in an extremely cold voice: "With your abilities, you can't win over Jiang Chacha..."

Agris growled, "No, there's still you, no, there's still the entire ship of insectoid soldiers..."

Atuya ignored his words and said frankly, "I can't take her down either, and neither can the insect soldiers on the ship."

"We couldn't defeat her, we should be grateful that she showed mercy, otherwise we would have turned to dust by now and remain forever on the Sunbeam Star of the Zhenlin Empire."

"I do not believe……"

"Believe it or not, are you still going to hit me?"

"If you don't want to fight, please go back and rest."

"you……"

Agris was furious, but his hand still didn't fall.

Atuya took two steps back, summoned her adjutant, and coldly ordered, "If Prince Agris doesn't go back to rest, give him another injection of the ability softener and sleeping agent. Don't let him wake up before we reach the Zerg."

"Atuya, how dare you..."

"I will take full responsibility for anything that happens!"

The adjutant responded, then pulled out a sleeping potion and a power softener, and shot them at Agris's neck.

After two injections, Agris collapsed to the ground, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Atuya's eyes showed restraint. She didn't pick him up, but instead had her adjutant carry him back to his room. She stood by the window watching the clouds for a while, then began ordering the packing up of everything at the space weapons exhibition, preparing to return to the Zerg.

The people in charge of cleaning up the mess on Zhenlin Empire's side were Xia Weiyi and the garrison of Ripanxing, with Ripanxing in charge.

They coordinated efforts among various countries in an orderly manner, helping each country and their own national exhibition area, while also ensuring the safety of visitors who did not leave.

Inside Chongming's ship, Jiang Chacha saw the light of merit once again, rushing towards her, landing on her, and entering her body.

"What are you grabbing?" Chongming asked, seeing Jiang Chacha stretching her hand out into the air, as if something had fallen into her palm, causing her fingers to clench. But he couldn't see what was in the air, so he couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Chacha clenched her fist and let it fall, then lied through her teeth, saying, "I grabbed a tiny speck of dust."

Several more rays of merit light appeared. It's really strange. Where did they come from? She hasn't done any good deeds, so how could she have these things?

She inquired about the fake heiress's consciousness and reviewed her memories. Apart from donating money to orphanages on remote planets, she hadn't done anything particularly charitable.

Chongming's golden eyes scanned the area carefully, finding no trace of even the smallest speck of dust.

He didn't expose her: "It's good that you caught her. Let's go back to the room."

Jiang Chacha blurted out, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to drink your blood right now."

There is a ray of merit. There were several strands before, and now there are several more. Dragon blood is a great tonic, but the ray of merit is even more tonic than dragon blood.

She needs to find a way to investigate where this merit light is coming from, as it keeps coming in strands and drilling into her body.

Chongming's golden eyes darkened: "You don't drink blood, you're not hungry. Let's go to the simulation room."

Jiang Chacha exclaimed, "What are we going to the simulation room for?"

Chongming replied, "In a simulated battle against Atuya, one of the top ten generals of the Zerg, her combat style may seem unremarkable, but it is actually quite sophisticated."

"I had someone simulate her style and the battles she fought. It's on the way back to the capital planet. You can try it out."

Jiang Chacha pouted: "Commander Chongming, Your Highness, I've been on leave for two months. The first mission lasted less than 10 days, and the second space exhibition lasted a month. Now, I have less than 15 days of leave left. Can't you let me rest and catch my breath?"

So, she's a demon, so they treat her like a human?

Looking at her pitiful, coquettish appearance, and remembering that he was carrying his child in her belly, Chongming took a step back: "Back to the capital planet, the spaceship will not use space jump. The journey will take three days, so let's have two days of simulated warfare and one day of rest."

Jiang Chacha's lips twitched, and she retorted angrily, "I really thank you for giving me a day off."

Chongming replied casually, "You're welcome."

Jiang Chacha: “…”

This is unbearable. Who would want to be his commander-in-chief?
The contract with the fake heiress became famous throughout the galaxy, inspiring worship, admiration, and even faith in many...

Wait, worship, like, faith, belief.

Jiang Chacha immediately said, "Chongming, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the toilet first. You go to the simulation room by yourself."

Jiang Chacha said those words and then turned and ran away.

Chongming reached out to grab her, but grasped only air.

He watched her running figure and chuckled to himself.

"Her little legs are quite good at talking." Zhong Lihe was on the Chongming ship with Kong Que, just like he was on his own spaceship, wandering around as if no one else was around, poking this and that.

Chongming withdrew his gaze from Jiang Chacha and looked at Zhong Lihe, stating lightly, "The little short-legged girl you mentioned is just as good as you in a fight. You still need to practice more."

Zhong Lihe was unhappy: "It's not like we haven't fought before, she can't beat me, okay?"

Chongming looked at him with undisguised disdain: "Just because she couldn't beat you before doesn't mean she can't beat you now."

Zhong Lihe blinked his bright blue eyes: "What do you mean? Don't tell me her ability level has also been upgraded?"

Chongming raised an eyebrow: "Congratulations on answering correctly, but there's no reward."

Zhong Lihe felt extremely unbalanced: "No, she is pregnant with your child, eight months along. According to your family tradition, as the child grows older, the need for nutrition increases, and the mother's body becomes weaker and requires careful care. Ideally, she should receive continuous spiritual comfort from the father's special ability. If that's still not enough, the father should offer his own flesh and blood as nourishment."

“I see you have no injuries, and you’re never around her. She’s not only strong, but her superpowers have also been upgraded. I don’t believe it.”

Chongming's lips curled up, his voice deep and resonant, stabbing Zhonglihe in the heart with a vengeance: "Perhaps because of the cub's father, I am the male with the highest and strongest superpower level in the Golden Dragon Clan!"

(End of this chapter)