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

Shen Yan stood in front of the dressing mirror, her fingertips tracing the exquisite silver embroidery on the dress.

Perhaps influenced by Calander, he now has a particular fondness for blue, so he chose a royal blue silk dress, which was very gorgeous, with delicate mother-of-pearl buttons inlaid at the collar.

Her short, dark hair was carefully combed back, fully revealing her flawless face.

His sharp eyebrows, straight nose, and well-defined jawline were on full display, and his usually gentle eyes now revealed a touch of noble air.

Karandal appeared at the door carrying a tea set, his gaze flickering slightly when he met the other person's eyes. Although he had long known that the male lord was exceptionally handsome, the other person in his formal attire was so dazzling that it was almost suffocating.

"Did you make this?"

The man's gaze fell on the exquisite desserts on the tea tray: "I remember you don't know how to make desserts."

"I learned this for you."

After briefly answering the other party's question, Kalander began the conversation based on Shen Yan's attire.

"It seems tonight is destined to be a torment for me."

With a rare hint of teasing in his voice, he reached out and naturally hooked the male ruler's belt, pulling him towards him.

He pulled the female insect into his arms, a soft chuckle escaping his throat: "So worried?"

"Who made my lord look exceptionally handsome today?"

Karandal tilted his head, his nose lightly brushing against Shen Yan's cheek, leaving a faint kiss on that smooth skin.

The action was performed with incredible naturalness; despite rarely being this intimate, it was as if they had done it hundreds or thousands of times before.

He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, raised his hand to stroke the female queen's cheek, and said with a hook in his voice, "Should we leave a mark? So that all the insects will know that I am already taken."

"It's disrespectful."

The suggestion was exactly what he wanted to hear. Karandal chuckled, his warm lips slowly moving down Shen Yan's forehead, finally stopping at the slightly open collar.

He didn't use force, but gently lingered on that skin, leaving a faint scent, and finally lightly nibbled at the collarbone.

Feeling the tingling sensation on his neck, Shen Yan couldn't help but flinch: "So serious?"

"Of course we have to be serious."

He raised his head, a cunning glint in his icy blue eyes.

"I must assert my sovereignty and let all the insects know who this most dazzling lord truly holds in his heart."

As he spoke, his fingertips gently traced the spot where he had just kissed and nibbled, leaving a faint red mark on the skin. A pure, pine-like spiritual energy then spread out, tenderly enveloping the male.

This time, the aura was stronger than ever before, carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

"Are you satisfied now?" Shen Yan deliberately rubbed against his knuckles, her sweet spiritual energy subtly intertwining with his and merging with his.

Without an immediate answer, Karandal cupped his face and gently kissed his smiling lips.

The kiss was brief yet lingering, carrying a sense of cherishing.

"Almost there."

Hold the back of his neck with your fingers and gently peck at his forehead.

"We must leave our mark here as well."

He let his fingertips caress his neck, savoring the beautiful intimacy. When Kalandel's lips finally parted, Shen Yan deliberately wrinkled his nose and sniffed:

"Now my whole body smells like you."

"That's better."

Satisfied, she examined her masterpiece, her fingertips lightly brushing against the male's collar.

"Come back soon, or I'll smell the spiritual energy of other female insects..."

He paused deliberately: "You don't want to know the consequences."

A dangerous glint flashed in his icy blue eyes. This intense emotional fluctuation, this almost instinctive possessiveness, were all new experiences that Shen Yan had brought him.

Unable to suppress a laugh, Shen Yan enjoyed the feeling of being controlled and stole another kiss on Kalandel's lips: "Yes, my mate."

……

Meanwhile, in the Locke family's dressing room, Sivorlock calmly examined himself in the mirror.

His all-white attire blended almost seamlessly with his long, silvery-white hair.

He wore only an exquisitely designed white corset on his upper body. The silk satin fabric cinched tightly in the most precise curves, perfectly outlining his slender waist and boldly revealing his beautiful collarbone and large expanses of fair skin.

The white shorts on her lower body were covered with several layers of light, misty white gauze, forming an elegant and sacred trail.

The servant mechanically adjusted the veil, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Remember the family's expectations..."

"I know what to do." Locke suddenly interrupted, his smile vanishing, his voice laced with unmistakable coldness:

"I don't need you to teach me."

The servant paused for a moment, but did not apologize; he simply continued tidying up in silence.

Locke had no sense of shame.

On the battlefield, he had witnessed far more sordid things than sex trafficking. Compared to his comrades rotting in the mud, exchanging one's body for family gain was utterly insignificant.

They don't mind using their bodies as tools, whether to hold a gun or to please males.

Even dressed in such humiliating attire, he maintained an air of superiority, as if he were merely carrying out an ordinary task.

"Turn around."

Locke did not cooperate immediately this time.

He slowly turned to the side, the pearls on his sash trembling slightly with his movement, but his gaze remained fixed on the attendant through the mirror:

"I have commanded thousands of troops and completed several glorious battles."

His voice was very soft, yet it made the other person unconsciously take a half step back.

"Tonight's mission." Sivorok gracefully adjusted the sash around his waist.

"I will do a great job."

He knew his charm all too well; this meticulously designed lewd outfit perfectly showcased every advantage of his body.

It is almost foreseeable that when those male insects driven by desire see him like this, how many insects will be eager to possess him?

Greedy eyes will linger on his bare skin, and filthy thoughts will fester in the hearts of those noble male insects.

And this is exactly the effect the family wanted.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, so beautiful it resembled a sacrificial lamb, a faint hint of mockery flickered in the depths of her pale gold eyes.

With a slight turn of her body, the pearls at the top of her waist trembled gently, and the white veil trailing behind her drew a soft arc, just like a beautiful bride.

"only."

He paused, a perfectly cold smile curving his lips: "A traditional bride seems to only need one groom. And my task tonight sounds more like pleasing all those who might 'bestow' their family bloodline?"

The attendant seemed stung by these blunt and sharp words; a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I hope you understand. What the family needs is the best bloodline; as for the process... it's not important."

The figure reflected in the mirror is a bizarre blend of sanctity and allure, resembling a clumsy imitation of the sacredness of marriage.

"Very good," he said softly, as if finally confirming the battle plan.

"Let's begin then."