Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

Although the doctor recommended a week of rest, Shen Yan was worried and insisted that his wife stay in bed for half a month.

During this time, he was not idle either, determined to turn the villa into a strong fortress isolated from the world.

The security system has been fully upgraded, with energy shields operating around the clock, and invisible detection waves scanning every inch of space around the courtyard.

Even the occasional stray bird would cause a low-intensity energy ripple.

The sharp-eyed guards are on duty in shifts around the clock, their figures blending into the shadows of the trees and the pillars, ensuring that not even a wisp of suspicious wind can get in.

Karandal was strictly ordered to stay in bed. For the first few days, Shen Yan had to carefully carry him even to get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

He would be held in the arms of the male ruler, posing in a shy position in front of the toilet that he would only appear in bed, and every move he made would be seen by the other party.

This is undoubtedly a sweet torment for female soldiers who are used to being decisive and efficient, while male soldiers are particularly enthusiastic about it.

"Come on, Lanlan, try this. Yesterday, while I was making food for the military, I came up with a few new nutritious soups."

Shen Yan sat on the edge of the bed with a warm porcelain bowl in his hand. He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it carefully to cool it down, and then brought it to Kalandel's lips.

His movements were gentle and focused, his dark eyes reflecting the other person's exquisite, jade-like face.

The female insect obediently opened her mouth; the taste was indeed quite good, but he was even more captivated by her unreserved care at that moment. He swallowed the soup and sighed softly.

"My lord, isn't that enough?"

"With the way you're treating it, even the most serious injuries will heal completely, let alone the fact that I was just frightened, I'm not that fragile..."

"Okay, I'll have the doctor come for a follow-up examination later."

Shen Yan put down the bowl and gently placed his hand on his wife's slightly protruding belly, where the signs of life were becoming clearer day by day, and the time to meet their baby was gradually entering the countdown.

After a comprehensive evaluation by the family doctor and the accompanying medical team, it was confirmed that Karandal's physical condition was stable and the fetus in her womb was developing well. Only then did the man finally relent and stop being so strict with his partner.

The next day, under the tight escort of the guards, the extended hovercar slowly drove from the villa to the palace.

The convoy was flanked by four escort vehicles at the front and four at the rear, forming a solid protective formation.

The car was spacious and comfortable, with a pleasant temperature. Shen Yan held Karandel's hand tightly, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the back of Karandel's warm hand, as if trying to convey some unspoken understanding in this way.

He turned his head and carefully examined his wife's face. After half a month of careful feeding and strict protection, the female king's complexion had already regained its rosy hue.

He lowered his voice, his tone both coaxing and persuasive:

"Lanlan, when you see the Insect King, don't say anything, just act as pitiful as possible."

"Just pretend you're frightened and physically unwell, but you're forcing yourself to look wronged... so that he'll feel sorry for you."

Karandal nodded knowingly, a pleased smile even playing on his lips as he glanced sideways at the wicked lord beside him.

He was a shrewd man and naturally understood that his purpose in meeting the emperor was not to curry favor, but to gain maximum sympathy and preferential treatment in terms of resources.

The real shock had long since subsided under the meticulous care and absolute sense of security of the dominant master, and the body had been restored to its best condition.

But that doesn't stop them from putting on a good show for a common goal.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his facial muscles and body posture.

Sure enough, once they arrived at Emperor Salio's solemn and dignified side hall for council, the female insect began her performance. She deliberately wore a light-colored loungewear made of soft, loose fabric, which made her look even thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Her once upright shoulders hunched slightly, as if she were overwhelmed by the weight, and her rosy complexion seemed to have dimmed under her deliberate efforts, revealing a weariness that she was trying hard to maintain but could not hide.

Her thick eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under her eyes. Her pale lips were gently pursed. By deliberately restraining her spirit, she blended a forced resilience with a sense of vulnerability in just the right way.

In an instant, the image of a pregnant man, his heart filled with apprehension and needing careful protection, leaps into view, enough to move any viewer, especially His Majesty the Emperor, who cares far more about the imperial offspring than about the female insect herself.

He sat quietly in the large chair bestowed upon him by the emperor, his head slightly bowed, his hands unconsciously folded and carefully protecting his lower abdomen, without uttering a sound from beginning to end.

That silent and restrained demeanor was more impactful than any desperate cry, silently conveying the grievances and lingering fear he had endured.

Shen Yan, standing beside him, perfectly played the role of someone who was still in shock, filled with resentment, and extremely heartbroken for her partner.

Of course, he was fooled for a moment, but he quickly realized that his wife was faking it.

First, she respectfully bowed to the emperor, and then began to describe that evening with tears streaming down her face.

They just wanted to take a walk near their home and enjoy a rare moment of peace, but this small happiness was shattered by a sudden and vicious assassination attempt.

It vividly portrays Karandall's instantaneous deathly pale face, the slight trembling of his body due to fear, and the perilous situation of being rushed to the hospital.

"Your Majesty! You have no idea, I was... I was terrified!"

The boy's voice was hoarse, choked with genuine sobs, and his eyes were red-rimmed.

"That car came straight at us! Just a hair's breadth away, just a hair's breadth! Lanlan, your unborn grandson, and I... we'll never see you again!"

At this point, she paused at just the right moment, seemingly unable to continue due to lingering fear. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop filled with the fear and grievance of surviving a near-death experience.

As he spoke, he held his wife's hand tightly, perfectly portraying the image of a domineering man who was extremely dependent on his partner and full of protectiveness.

Sario sat upright in his magnificent chair, looking down at the two insects below him. One was silent and fragile, like a delicate flower in the rain, while the other was filled with grief and indignation, tears streaming down his face.

The muscles on his wrinkled face twitched a few times; I truly felt sorry for him.

Although most of this heartache was for the precious worm baby in Kalandel's belly.

However, in any case, daring to lay such a cruel hand on a pregnant prince is itself a blatant provocation and contempt for royal authority.

"Okay, okay, stop crying."

Salio sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at Kalandall.

"Kalandall, my poor child, you have been wronged."

"Focus on your pregnancy and don't think about anything else. Your father will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give you an explanation."

With a wave of his hand, generous rewards were decided on the spot, like water flowing freely.

The finest and rarest supplements were directly allocated from the palace treasury, and an additional team of royal guards was assigned to ensure Carlandel's safety during his travels.

He even temporarily assigned a private insect planet located in a rich star field that produces energy minerals to Shen Yan's name, with its profits used exclusively for the female ruler's pregnancy.

The best efforts to appease him were partly for the sake of the imperial heir, and partly to demonstrate his own stance.

In the afternoon, as usual, Kalandel needed to take a two-hour nap, but there was no time to go home now, so Shen Yan decided to find a room in the palace to rest first, and leave after waking up.

He carefully settled his wife on the soft bed covered with a velvet blanket, tucked her in, and drew the blackout curtains to create a quiet and dim environment.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay outside, I'm not going anywhere."

Shen Yan placed a gentle kiss on his partner's forehead and whispered a promise.