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

Shen Yan lightly rested his fingertips on the handle of the suitcase, looked at Arthur White who looked nervous in front of him, and asked in a calm tone:

"You care a lot about these medals?"

Arthur White seemed to have grasped at a lifeline, nodding hurriedly, his chest churning with emotions, his voice tinged with excitement:

"Yes! They are important!"

He took a deep breath, subtly extending a wisp of his guiding mental energy, turning his head to reveal his beautifully shaped neck, his tone slightly smirking.

"I was in the same cohort as Karandal and practically watched him rise to the top. He fought so many battles for the Empire and protected so many people. These medals are honors he earned with his life, and I cannot watch them lie scattered abroad..."

Since arriving in this world, Shen Yan has been on blind dates with dozens, if not more than a dozen, female insects. He has seen through Arthur Bai's little tricks and knows what she is thinking.

He spoke before the other could finish, his voice gentle yet like a hammer blow:

"My name is Shen Yan, and I am the husband of Calander."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing Arthur White's unspeakable secret thoughts.

He froze on the spot, his pupils contracted slightly, and the color drained from his face, leaving only disbelief and astonishment.

Male?

He actually...

How could he harbor such absurd and filthy thoughts about the male insect he most revered? He even wanted to become the male's female servant?

This is not only a desecration of Admiral Callandall, but also an offense against the male prince, which is simply unforgivable...

Arthur's pale cheeks flushed bright red instantly, then quickly turned deathly pale.

He instinctively took a step back, clenching his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. The sharp pain brought some clarity to his muddled mind.

Guilt, shame, self-blame, and the joy of learning about Karandal's current situation...

Countless emotions surged within him, threatening to overwhelm him. He lowered his head, unable to meet Shen Yan's eyes any longer, his voice trembling slightly: "I...I'm sorry! Your Excellency Xiong! I...I know I was wrong!"

He wished he could disappear into the ground; the thought of his actions filled him with unbearable shame. How could he harbor such inappropriate thoughts towards Lord Xiongzi? It was nothing short of a betrayal of his faith.

For the next minute, only Arthur's heavy breathing filled the corridor. He kept his head down, a fierce internal struggle raging within him, guilt washing over his reason like a tidal wave.

Until he remembered Shen Yan's words, a faint but extremely urgent thought suddenly popped into his mind: Since the other party is the general's partner, then... is the general still alive?

"Excuse me... may I see the general?"

After saying this, he bit his lower lip tightly, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. He knew this request was even a bit presumptuous, but he desperately wanted to confirm Karandal's safety.

Not only him, but everyone in the military missed Karandal.

Although Shen Yan was very understanding of the other party's feelings, he was still prepared to refuse. His female lord was currently covered in injuries and was treating him badly. He was afraid that taking matters into his own hands would arouse her even deeper disgust.

He pressed his fingertips against his brow, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head, his voice tinged with apology: "I'm sorry, it's really not convenient for you to come over right now."

After saying that, she added, "But don't worry, I can take some recent photos of him and send them to you. I'll also find an opportunity to ask him if he'd like to see you, and if he agrees, I'll contact you."

When he said this, he deliberately softened his tone, trying to make his promise sound more secure, so as to soothe the other party's anxious heart.

After exchanging contact information on the Star Brain, Shen Yan started the hovercar and headed towards the villa.

When the car finally came to a stop in the courtyard, the night was already so dark that it was impossible to see any darkness. Only the warm light from the villa's living room shone through the French windows, casting a gentle patch of light on the stone path.

Normally, by this time, 001 should have already emerged with its round fuselage, circling around him, chattering away so loudly it would make his ears burn.

But today the courtyard was quiet, without even the slightest familiar sound.

Shen Yan pushed open the car door and had just reached the doorway when he heard a slight "click" sound coming from inside the house.

It sounded like the soft rustling of a robotic arm lightly touching a glass vessel.

He unlocked the door, and his gaze followed the sound, first landing in the corner of the living room.

A small, white, levitating robot is floating beside the coffee table, its robotic arm carrying a transparent glass teapot. Chamomile floats on the pale golden liquid inside, and it is slowly moving towards the sofa with the matching glass in its hand.

And sitting on the sofa was Karandal.

Ten days have passed since Karandall was rescued. Samuel's torment instilled in him an instinctive hatred for all male insects, including Shen Yan.

During these ten days, he not only didn't give Shen Yan a kind look, but also showed unusual resistance when the male insects brought medicine for his injuries or performed mental restoration.

Looking at Karandal sitting on the sofa, Shen Yan almost thought he was seeing things. He was wearing loose, light gray loungewear, the collar slightly open, revealing his smooth collarbone.

The dark brown scabs on my skin have begun to fall off, and the edges are tinged with a healthy light pink. They no longer look hideous as they used to be, and after a while, they should leave no scars at all.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Karandal's injuries seemed to be recovering much faster than they had last night.

The gauze on her neck was gone, and even the deep, bone-revealing binding wounds on her wrists had faded. As a result, the insect's complexion became much rosier, no longer the sickly pale one it had been before.

His long, blue hair, now regaining its shine, cascaded loosely over his shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to his handsome face, softening his overall aura.

Hearing the door open, the female insect looked up. Her icy blue eyes no longer held the usual rejection. Instead, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, and her lips, which were usually pressed into cold, hard lines, revealed a very faint smile.

Welcome home.

His voice seemed to have its edges smoothed out by the light, enveloped in a faint warmth.

Shen Yan's hand was still on the doorknob, and his mind went blank for a moment.

These days, Karandel doesn't even want to talk to him. He either gives him a cold shoulder or shuts him up with hurtful words. He doesn't even give him a proper look, let alone welcome him home.

He secretly pinched his palm, and the clear pain confirmed that it was not a hallucination. But he couldn't help but wonder: The contrast is too big. Could he be plotting something bad?

Before I could figure it out, 001 had already floated up to Kalandall. Even in the midst of his busy schedule, he took a moment to greet the male.

001 hovered beside the wheelchair, its robotic arm steadily holding the glass teapot, pouring pale golden tea into the cup in a thin stream, chamomile petals swirling gently at the bottom. After pouring, it shook the machine, its electronic voice soft and gentle:

"Husband, your chamomile tea is ready."

Kalandel glanced at the condensation around the rim of the glass, his fingertips lightly touching the cool glass, his tone flat and natural:

"Thanks."

The sensor light at the top of 001 flashed twice with a warm light: "You're welcome~"