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

Chapter 251 I couldn't help but hug him again and again.
Jiang Chacha took two steps back and exclaimed, "Honey, you're the top leader of the empire, the supreme leader. You need to be careful with your words and image."

Feed her?
That's being said so ambiguously.

Luckily, it was just the two of them in the office. If there had been another person, they could have come up with hundreds of thousands of words of ambiguous plot.

He's a shameless dragon, but she's a demon who still has a sense of shame. She's not going to be messing around with him here!
Chongming's smile remained unchanged as he unbuttoned another button, making a total of three. His neck, Adam's apple, and collarbone were clearly visible, and his pectoral muscles were faintly visible. It was blatant seduction; he wasn't even pretending anymore.

Looking at his current state, Jiang Chacha felt fortunate that she was a powerful demon with cultivation, aura, and unwavering will.

Otherwise, tempted by the dragon's blood and with such beauty before her, she really wouldn't be able to resist, rushing over to hug him and biting his neck to drink his blood.

Chongming leaned back slightly in his seat and patted his leg: "Jiang Chacha, aren't you really going to come and have a couple of sips?"

"Oh, I see. You're afraid of me, afraid of what I might do to you, but you can't beat me, and you want to drink but don't want to."

Jiang Chacha looked at his legs in his military trousers—long, strong, and powerful legs. She had sat on them before, and now he was patting his legs to lure her over.

She wouldn't budge: "You surnamed Zhong, your provocation won't work on me. Either you bleed me and I drink it, or I won't drink it."

"Just go hungry. A normal person can starve for 10 or 8 days and not die. Someone like me, who is abnormal, can starve for three to five months and not die either."

"It's okay. Look, this little bit of fat on my belly can keep me from starving for months. Don't worry, don't worry."

To show him that she really had some fat on her stomach, Jiang Chacha deliberately stuck it out and patted it, making sure he could see it.

Chongming looked, but didn't see any little fat belly. He felt that the baby in her belly was moving as she patted her hand, wanting to interact with her.

According to the date, the cub is 8 months old. An 8-month-old cub without an eggshell is at least two fingers long.

Jiang Chacha waved her hand: "Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to eat at your military canteen first, and then I'll find a place to brew the medicine myself."

Chongming stood up and called out to her, "Wait."

Jiang Chacha stopped in her tracks: "What are you doing?"

Chongming walked around from his seat, taking Chongxingqi's confession with him: "I've already packed your food. Eat it before you go down."

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes at him. "You should have said so earlier. Why did you have to go through all this trouble?"

Chongming walked around to her side and reached out to grab her hand.

Jiang Chacha raised her hand to run her fingers through her hair, avoiding Chongming's hand, and walked towards the sofa in front of the huge French windows.

Chongming grasped at empty air, his expression unchanged. He lowered his hand, followed her over, and laid out the food on the table, placing bowls and chopsticks in front of her.

Jiang Chacha didn't stand on ceremony with him and started eating as soon as she picked up her bowl and chopsticks. The five babies in her belly had grown a little bigger and more lively. The Chongming blood she had drunk earlier hadn't been fully digested yet.

Now, when she eats, it's just because she's hungry at mealtimes, not the kind of hunger that makes her feel anxious.

Chongming sat down opposite her, watched her eat for half a minute, and then opened the 80-page confession, turning it page by page.

He read the confession faster than Jiang Chacha ate her meal.

Jiang Chacha hadn't even finished her meal when his order was already given.

Under his orders, leaders of various units personally took charge at each level, mobilizing troops and resources to begin arresting individuals on the list of illegal laboratories located at various coordinates.

Regardless of the location of the illegal laboratory or who the individuals involved are, anyone on the list will be arrested, interrogated, and questioned.

Immediately, the Imperial judiciary, police officers, special agents, and the military all worked together to arrest the suspect.

On the StarNet, people from both the Zhenlin Empire and other countries are extremely anxious and concerned about whether the infected can be cured and whether the super virus infection will spread.

The Zhenlin Empire's official response was not accurate, but with an open and proactive attitude, they would release videos of infected individuals in isolation to inform the public that the Empire's medical and research teams were actively working to treat the infected.

To reassure the public and prepare them psychologically, they implied that there is currently no medicine to treat the infected. If no treatment or medicine can be found in the end, the Zhenlin Empire will refer to the methods used by the Great Western Kingdom more than 2000 years ago to deal with the infected.

Online, citizens expressed their support for this approach: "If treatment is ineffective, centralized destruction is the best method to prevent the spread of infection. I support any decision made by the Empire."

"Yes, rather than letting them suffer, live without reason or dignity, like a lump of dead flesh, it's better to destroy them."

"The infection has distorted them beyond recognition. They are nothing but a pile of rotting flesh and a skeleton, only thinking about biting people, tearing people apart, and eating flesh. If they continue to live like this, I agree with destroying them."

"Don't say I'm talking without understanding the situation, and don't say that they aren't my relatives. I'm just agreeing with them because among these 1+ infected individuals, there really are my relatives, and we've already done gene matching."

"The Zhenlin Empire is so large and has so many talented people, they should be able to find a solution. Moreover, raising more than 10000 infected should not be a problem."

"That's right, that's right. How much can more than 1 infected eat? Just throw the alien beasts in and let them devour them."

"In this way, when their relatives want to see them, even if they are just a pile of rotting flesh and a skeleton, they can still find solace, right?"

"In the interstellar era, humanity is paramount. Infected beings were once human, and they also possessed personalities. Destroying them would be inhumane."

"The Zhenlin Empire has over 1 infected creatures. It's impossible to bankrupt them or cripple their medical system. Just set aside a piece of land, dig a big pit, and keep them alive. Maybe they'll find an antidote someday?"

"To the person above, I'd like to ask, which tactic are you using? Your IP address is hidden, shouldn't we be reasonably suspicious that you're actually Zerg causing trouble?"

"There's no doubt they're here to cause trouble and try to bring down our Zhenlin Empire."

"They talk a good game, but they're actually supporting them. Damn it, how despicable! They know they're incurable, yet they let the Zhenlin Empire support them in this way, allowing them to exist for a long, long time?"

"I ask you, how are they raised? What if the people responsible for their care have ulterior motives and release them, causing even more people to get infected? Will they even be able to survive then?"

"That's right, these are infected individuals, not just any cats or dogs that wag their tails and meow when given a little food or water."

"Those who guard these super-infected viruses must be fully armed and cannot be contaminated by their blood, flesh, or saliva. Those who support them are either stupid or evil."

"No matter what, I support any decision made by Commander-in-Chief Chongming, and any plan provided by the country. Anyone who causes trouble or makes a fuss will be dealt with!"

"Me too. As a member of the Empire, I unconditionally trust and support all the country's decisions and will not allow anyone from any race or nation to lead us astray."

Jiang Chacha rarely goes online or browses the internet, but she did for a while today while interrogating Chong Xingqi, without turning off the silent mode.

While she was eating, her personal terminal kept vibrating. After eating half of her meal, she opened her personal terminal and saw that many people had tagged her account.

@Her people asked her: Is there any possibility of treatment for those infected?

Her people comforted her: It's okay if we can't save her. Don't feel pressured. Just do your best.

@Her people are hurling insults at her: The pictures are fake; I've never seen how many people you've saved or how many people you've actually helped.

A supervirus infection is something that virus researchers should handle, not someone like her who can calm her supernatural abilities and sort out her mental state.

Jiang Chacha scrolled through everyone's mentions of her and saw other comments. She accepted them all, good and bad, without liking or reposting them. She only posted one sentence: "Leave it to fate, do your best!"

Her simple six-word post went viral after she left StarNet and the StarNet push notifications were muted.

Unaware that she had become a trending topic, after finishing her meal, she rinsed her mouth, wiped it, and stood up to say to Chongming, "I'm going to find a place to research my antidote formula. Don't look for me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Chongming stood up and asked, "Don't we need to go to the lab?"

Jiang Chacha replied, "Folk remedies don't require instruments." Chongming cautioned, "Alright, be careful. Of the dozen or so herbs you ordered, eight are highly poisonous."

Jiang Chacha nodded and replied, "I'll just find a place in your military headquarters, not far away. You can see me by turning on your military headquarters' surveillance system."

Chongming was speechless: "Thank you for reminding me. We don't need to use satellites to monitor you; we can use military surveillance to monitor you directly."

Jiang Chacha reminded him again: "Your Highness, be serious. You are the Regent, the top leader of the empire, above billions of people. Don't be love-struck, please don't be love-struck."

Chongming strode up to her and retorted, "You are my successor and the person I'm pursuing. I manage both career and love, so how did you become a love-obsessed person?"

Jiang Chacha immediately took two steps back to create distance between them: "Fine, whatever makes you happy. I'm going to study my medicine now. See you later."

"and many more……"

"What's up……"

Chongming stepped forward and stretched out his arms, hugging Jiang Chacha with lightning speed. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "It's nothing, I just wanted to hug you."

Just as Jiang Chacha realized what was happening and was about to struggle, Chongming released her, took two steps back, and urged her, "Alright, go and study your medicine. If you need anything, tell Deputy Officer Ai, Secretary Wen, Secretary Yao, and me."

That bastard, it's a wonder he loosened his grip so quickly.

Otherwise, she really could have chopped off his claws.

Jiang Chacha snorted at him and turned to leave.

Chongming watched her leave his office, then had someone come in and tidy up his desk before continuing his work.

Jiang Chacha went down from the military headquarters building and called over Sui Xuanchu, Huang Dazhuang, and the other seven people to a large open space next to the building.

The fallen immortal in the demon realm brews medicine using wood and immortal magic. The medicine he brews, whether it's poison or tonic, has one word to describe it: fragrant!

The ginger tea pot was set up, and the medicinal herbs were taken out. There were 13 kinds of herbs, 10 portions of each kind, all placed separately, as fresh as if they had just been taken out.

Looking at the 13 kinds of fresh medicinal herbs, Cheng Linyue was both afraid and curious: "Sister Cha, these so-called 13 kinds of medicinal herbs are all poisonous. If we cook them together, it will be poison on top of poison. Won't a lot of people die?"

When her uncle heard that Sister Cha was making an antidote, he told her to come over since he didn't have time to come himself, so she could learn from her.

She never expected that, before consuming any of the 13 fresh medicinal herbs, one had to reserve a spot at the treatment center and find a therapist, or else she would die.

As Jiang Chacha poured water and added herbs into the clay pot, she replied to Cheng Linyue, "That's a good question. I'm also curious if a whole bunch of them will die."

She spoke casually, but Cheng Linyue trembled with fear: "Sister, Sister Cha, do you want to wear gloves? All those herbs are poisonous; they're poisonous even if they come into contact with your skin."

Jiang Chacha waved her hand: "It's okay, it's okay. Those who are meant to live won't die, and those who are meant to die won't live. Be brave."

Cheng Linyue shook her head abruptly: "You can't be that bold."

Huang Dazhuang asked curiously, "Are all these things highly poisonous?"

Sui Xuan Chu stretched out his hand: "I have thick skin, let me try to scratch you?"

Jiang Chacha slapped his hand away: "I don't need you. There's a specific order to when and what goes into the pot with these medicines."

Sui Xuan Chu's hand was slapped away, and he said, "Okay, I'll start a fire for you?"

Jiang Chacha refused: "No need, you guys stay away."

Sui Xuanchu, Huang Dazhuang, and the others were all action-oriented. As soon as Jiang Chacha finished speaking, they quickly retreated, keeping several steps away from her, and squatted down to watch.

Jiang Chacha put three kinds of deadly poison into a large earthenware pot, covered it, took out a flame stick, released the magic seal, and flames rose up. She then placed the flame stick under the earthenware pot.

Huang Dazhuang, Cheng Xiaoting, and the others, eyeing Jiang Chacha's Flame Stick with envy, whispered, "Sister Chacha, what kind of black technology is that stick? Does anyone know?"

"Who knows? I don't know. She got that stick ever since the space weapons exhibition. It's so cool and awesome, I love it so much, I can't even find a decent alternative."

"Don't you think this is the latest firearm, custom-made for Sister Cha by the Commander, and the only one of its kind in the entire M31 star system?"

"That can't be right. If there's only one in the entire M31 star system, it's definitely in the hands of our Crown Prince or Sister Cha."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Sui Xuan Chu coughed violently. If his uncle wanted to get some kind of precious weapon, he would never think of him first. Instead, he would think about how to mass-produce it, give one to everyone, and make everyone awesome.

Zhang Tingzhou reached out and patted Sui Xuanchu on the back: "Chief Sui, we're talking about the Commander-in-Chief and the Crown Prince, why are you in such a hurry?"

He wasn't in a hurry; he just choked on his saliva.

Sui Xuan Chu was coughing and couldn't answer.

Knowing his identity, Cheng Linyue became like a quail, remaining silent.

Bring to a boil over high heat, simmer for about 10 minutes, then reduce to a simmer and continue cooking.

The scent of poison permeated the air.

Cheng Linyue became increasingly worried.

As darkness fell, the place where Jiang Chacha and the others were located was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Only four kinds of medicinal herbs were put into the large clay pot. If all 13 kinds of medicinal herbs are put in, it will take several more hours.

Jiang Chacha said to them, "You don't need to worry about me. Go do what you need to do. I'll be cooking this until tomorrow morning."

She thought that if she asked them to leave, they would happily go. Unexpectedly, they slapped their thighs and said, "We'll share the good times and the bad. You stay here to boil the medicine and we'll stay here to smell the aroma. We'll keep you company."

"Yes, why don't we stay here with you? I have food and drinks here. Is anyone hungry?"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, take it out and eat it."

In an instant, the spot where Jiang Chacha was located was transformed into an open-air bonfire gathering.

Jiang Chacha sat beside the clay pot, her feet planted on the ground, which transformed into branches that burrowed into the earth to absorb its essence.

"Commander, there are powerful supernatural energy fluctuations in the military headquarters' underground area." Cai Xichao entered Chongming's office with her supernatural energy detection device and reported to him.

Chongming looked up at her ability detection device; the ability signal was rising rapidly: "Sound the alarm, activate underground ability detection..."

A loud bang interrupted Chongming's words.

"Oh no, my medicine."

Jiang Chacha stared at the large earthenware pot, which had been pushed open from the ground by a giant yellow dragon exuding a rotten, foul stench. The dragon crashed to the ground, its bones shattered. She abandoned her efforts to rescue the seven people, including Sui Xuan Chu, who were unharmed, and her anger flared up.

"If you dare spill my medicine, I'll tear you to pieces."

Sui Xuan Chu grabbed Jiang Cha Cha's arm and pulled her back: "Roommate, this undead zombie dragon is Chong Xing Qi. He's infected with a super virus!"

(End of this chapter)