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

The medical staff immediately realized what was most important at that moment, and without caring about their colleagues who were being held captive, they threw themselves back into the tense but orderly delivery work.

However, his movements were now more solemn and vigilant.

The two female soldiers quickly dragged the incapacitated spy away from the delivery room, just as silently as they had appeared.

Karandal seemed frightened by the sudden turn of events, or perhaps he heard the warning about the child's safety; his gradually unfocused eyes regained their light.

As another wave of overwhelming contractions hit, he forced out a muffled groan from deep in his throat, using his last bit of strength to arch his back and tense every muscle in his body to the limit.

It felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment.

As the stench of blood intensified, a faint yet remarkably clear cry suddenly broke the stillness in the delivery room.

"Your little prince has been born!"

The chief physician's voice trembled with excitement and relief as he carefully lifted a small body stained with blood and vernix caseosa.

That was an extremely beautiful little boy.

Even though it had just been born, it was still wet and wrinkled all over.

But it is already clear that he inherited Shen Yan's thick black hair, which is tightly attached to his small head.

As the nurse gently wiped the sticky substance off his face, the little guy wrinkled his nose uncomfortably and slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes as pure as the purest sapphires.

Clear and bright, it carried the initial curiosity and bewilderment of a new life towards the world, just like the iconic blue eyes of his female father, Calandall.

"It's a beautiful little bug, and very healthy!"

The nurse brought the cleaned baby over, intending to show it to Shen Yan.

However, the male's gaze lingered only briefly on the small figure connected to him by blood.

That look was filled with the excitement and tenderness of becoming a father for the first time.

But immediately, all attention returned to the delivery bed.

After exhausting his last bit of strength, Calander was completely drained and collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, falling into a coma.

His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was weak, and his hair, soaked with sweat, clung messily to his forehead, making him look extremely fragile.

"Lanlan..."

Shen Yan's heart clenched instantly. He rushed to the bedside, his trembling hand touching Karandel's cold cheek, his voice filled with lingering panic and deep fear.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency. The female has simply fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion. Because of an old injury to her reproductive cavity, the birthing process will be more difficult than for other females. Fortunately, her vital signs are stable, and she will recover after a period of rest."

The chief physician quickly reassured her while directing his assistants to carry out the subsequent cleaning and suturing work.

The boy finally let out a sigh of relief, his body swaying slightly as he struggled to stay upright.

He gripped his partner's limp hand tightly again, lowered his head, and pressed his burning forehead against the back of their clasped hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"You must be exhausted, get some rest..."

He carefully avoided the area where the medical staff were busy, his gaze lingering tenderly and attentively on the sleeping female insect's face, as if he wanted to imprint this moment of peace deep in his heart.

Outside the delivery room, after receiving the news that both Kalandel and the baby were safe, the solemn expressions on Tosses and Shen Jiyun's faces finally eased.

They looked at each other and saw a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

"Let's go take care of something."

After saying that, Torses strode forward with his long legs, his steps steady and swift, and walked directly with the lord towards the hospital's basement.

At the end of the corridor, there was a room that had been temporarily emptied and guarded.

Two sharp-eyed female soldiers stood at the door, and immediately saluted him respectfully upon seeing him.

Pushing open the door, the interior lights were a stark white.

The assistant physician who attempted the assassination was firmly chained to a chair and unable to move.

His mouth wasn't sealed, but his chin seemed to have been dislocated and then roughly put back on; it was now crooked, and dried bloodstains remained on his cheek.

Upon seeing the insects enter, his eyes immediately flashed with resentment and unwillingness.

Tosses' expression was cold and aloof, like a snow-capped mountain covered in millennia-old ice.

As they approached, the sound of their boots striking the ground echoed clearly, carrying an invisible sense of pressure.

When he was still a few steps away from the female insect, he suddenly raised his long, powerful leg and kicked her hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed, and the female insect was kicked backward, her chair slamming into the cold cement floor with a sickeningly loud crash.

Fresh blood immediately gushed from his forehead, quickly spreading into a small dark red pool on the ground.

Torses looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at an ant.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and calm, yet carrying a chilling coldness:

"Are you disappointed that the assassination attempt failed?"

The female insect was thrown so hard that she saw stars. The excruciating pain and humiliation contorted her face. She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, glared fiercely at the female insect, and hissed:

"So close! So close to killing that bastard and the unborn child in his belly!"

"Bastard? Unfilial child?"

Torses repeated the two words over and over, a faint yet sarcastic and contemptuous smile curving his lips, a smile so cold it could freeze your blood.

"Oh."

He let out a short, cold laugh: "Without my authorization, you wouldn't really think you could have infiltrated this medical team that delivered Karandal's baby, would you?"

He leaned slightly forward, his icy gaze dissecting the other person's expression like a scalpel:

"I knew your identity from the beginning, and I also knew what Dei was planning."

"However, excessive vigilance will only make the venomous snakes hiding in the shadows more alert, and may even lead them to take risks and launch more uncontrollable attacks."

"Then why don't we... just leave a crack for him on purpose?"

The voice was soft, yet every word pierced the heart:

"It made him think that his plan was flawless and that he could succeed in one fell swoop."

"Only in this way will he feel comfortable sending you, this pawn, to me, and only then can I... completely eliminate this venomous snake that dares to covet my grandson's life."

The female insect on the ground suddenly contracted her pupils, her face drained of color, leaving only disbelief, terror, and immense anger at being fooled.

He then realized that he had been acting like a clown from beginning to end, performing in the script set by the other party, and even thought he was about to succeed!

"You...you all!!"

The female insect trembled with rage and roared desperately, her voice cracking from excitement and trauma.

"Kalandel is nothing but a bastard of unknown origin! His mother is a worthless, abused woman! Your Majesty is blind! The throne should belong to the noble bloodline of the Dei family!"

"Princess Anvis is the rightful heir! If it weren't for your interference—"

"Shut up."

Torses coldly interrupted his roar filled with jealousy and resentment, his face devoid of any emotion, only showing a chilling disdain.

"The royal bloodline is none of your business, you worm from the gutter."

He straightened up, no longer looking at the female insect on the ground, its face contorted with despair and rage, as if even glancing at it would tarnish his vision.

He turned to the two female soldiers standing solemnly at the door, his tone indifferent, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him:

"Drag it down."

"Clean it up."

The two female soldiers immediately responded in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Excellency the Speaker of the Council!"

He stepped forward, dragged the still cursing and struggling assistant doctor off the ground, and quickly left the room as if dragging a piece of trash.

Tosses stood in the empty room, expressionless as he adjusted his cuffs.

A faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and the well-tailored dark clothes perfectly outlined his superior proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even though he had just experienced a swift and violent attack, he did not look disheveled at all.

Shen Jiyun followed quietly behind her partner, like a silent shadow.

From the moment he stepped into the room, he stood a little distance away from the door.

Without uttering a sound or disturbing the peace, they simply watched as their own Torses swiftly dealt with the scum who dared to harm Kalandall.

Only when the female ruler's cold and intimidating aura subsided slightly, as if the matter had come to an end, did Shen Jiyun slowly step forward.

She pulled out a clean, soft, snow-white handkerchief from somewhere.

He moved closer to Tosses, naturally taking the other's right hand in his own, his tone filled with undisguised admiration and intimacy:

"Baby is so amazing!"

"Wipe your hands? Hmm, though it doesn't seem like there's anything on them..."

The female insect glanced down at the handkerchief, then looked up at her male master's servile smile.

The ice deep in his eyes melted slightly, and he sighed almost imperceptibly, seemingly feeling a little helpless about Shen Jiyun's ability to switch states at any time.

"The smell is unpleasant here, let's go outside."

"We still need to keep an eye on Lanlan and Zai Zai."