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

The arms that held the male master were tightened, as if trying to embed him into the bone and blood. The force revealed the turbulent unease beneath the calm surface of the female warrior.

Shen Yan could sense this unusual urgency, and obediently nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against the cool metal buttons on his solid chest, her nose surrounded by the familiar cool body scent and sweet aroma.

He appeared completely trusting, even with a hint of coquetry, as if the conversation just now was merely a minor interlude that had long been forgotten.

However, deep down, he was not as calm as he appeared.

Karandal is a very meticulous insect.

Since they brought it up so solemnly in front of me, and even showed such unusual seriousness, then it's most likely true.

The dishes he made by hand... might really contain the power to repair the female insect's spiritual sea?

This realization made Shen Yan's heart skip a beat, and a strange feeling quietly arose within him.

It wasn't entirely joy; it was more like a sense of bewilderment and a hint of wariness upon realizing that one possessed unknown power.

He recalled that he had indeed put all his attention into making the desserts.

Perhaps... it was in that state of complete focus that the newly upgraded, vast, and unique spiritual power inadvertently flowed out and merged into the flour, butter, and icing?

Karandal chose to downplay the issue by using terms like "illusion" and "psychological effect."

Shen Yan understood his wife's worries almost instantly.

While it was a good thing to help those suffering female soldiers, this ability was too special, and Karandal was afraid—afraid that he would be forced into an uncontrollable vortex.

He shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position in her arms, and mumbled in a nasal, sleepy voice, trying to distract his wife.

"I'm so tired... Shall we go back and rest? We can finish up tomorrow."

He deliberately ignored the previous topic, displaying an attitude of complete dependence.

Karandal lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the top of his head, his voice regaining its usual calm: "Okay."

He picked up the male protagonist and carried him to the bedroom, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Shen Yan closed his eyes without any burden, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his timid wife-like appearance. Feeling the steady heartbeat of his queen, he curled up the corners of his lips.

……

However, even though Calander had ordered a news blackout, it still seemed so pale and powerless in the face of such an explosive fact as "mass mental restoration".

Warships are not impenetrable fortresses, especially when the effects are so significant and the beneficiaries so numerous.

That evening, an encrypted communication from the Supreme Council of the Imperial Star was connected to Kalandel's private insect command channel with the highest priority.

The screen lit up, revealing a female insect dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking civil official of the Empire, with sharp eyes and an undisguised burning desire.

His epaulettes indicate that he is a member of the cabinet and holds a prestigious position.

"Admiral Karandal."

The other party got straight to the point, and although their tone seemed respectful, it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Regarding your Lord Shen Yan's second upgrade of his spiritual power, and the special snacks he distributed on the warship today, the Council wishes to receive a more detailed report."

Her face instantly darkened, and the female soldier's icy blue eyes filled with frost:

"I don't understand what you mean, Director Herbert."

"The lord was only acting out of kindness, making some simple snacks for my men."

"Ordinary snacks?"

The director chuckled and tapped the data panel in front of him, which displayed Shen Yan's most recent mental strength test report.

The SSS rating in the rank column is bright red and eye-catching.

"A simple snack that can restore the mental consciousness of over thirty female insects to an average rate of nearly 20% in a short period of time?"

"General, I'm afraid this won't convince the parliament, much less those old guys in the military who desperately need mental healing."

His knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, but Karandal maintained his composure, because this matter concerned Shen Yan:

"The data may contain errors."

"error?"

Director Herbert shook his head, his gaze turning serious and imposing.

"General, you should understand the significance of this matter. You may possess a completely new and revolutionary way of applying mental power!"

"This is not just a military secret, but a major discovery concerning the fate of the empire!"

"The high command unanimously agrees that it is necessary for His Excellency Xiongzi to return to the Imperial Star and undergo comprehensive research and evaluation by a top-tier research team in an environment of absolute security and secrecy, in order to standardize and maximize this capability for the benefit of the entire Empire!"

"Absolute security and confidentiality?"

As a female soldier who had already been betrayed by the Empire once, Kalandall valued the male ruler more than anything else. He didn't care how Shen Yan would benefit the entire Zerg, only about the other's safety, freedom, and dignity.

His voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger:

"To put it bluntly, it means imprisoning male rulers as experimental subjects! I absolutely disagree!"

"General! Please watch your words!"

"This is for the benefit of the Empire! Every citizen, even Your Excellency the Male Insect, has an obligation to contribute to the Empire!"

"Contributing your efforts does not mean sacrificing your freedom and dignity!"

The female general stood firm, refusing to yield an inch. No one could harm her master in the slightest. She exuded a fierce killing intent that sent chills down Herbert's spine, even through the screen.

Just then, a clear, melodious voice broke in, carrying a hint of languid ease, yet resounding with conviction:

"Oh? Who wants me to be their guinea pig?"

The male had somehow walked up to Karandal, dressed in comfortable loungewear, holding a half-finished cup of hot milk, his face bearing just the right amount of confusion and displeasure.

He had just heard arguing in the bedroom and came out.

"Yan Yan..." Karandel instinctively wanted to protect him behind him.

Shen Yan gently patted the back of his hand to reassure him, then calmly looked at the screen:

"This... Mr. Director? I think I heard you're planning to decide my whereabouts without my consent?"

Herbert's gaze burned even brighter when he saw the male, but he quickly adjusted his expression, adopting a respectful posture:

"You've misunderstood. This isn't mandatory, it's an invitation."

"Your abilities are crucial to the Empire..."

"How talented I am is my own business."

She interrupted him, her tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"As for contributing to the Empire... I think I just heard you mention the Parliament?"

"My father-in-law, the Speaker of the Council of the Toses Empire, is he aware that you are inviting his only son like this?"

Councilor Herbert's expression changed slightly. That council speaker, who held sway over the imperial political scene, was notoriously protective of his own.

Simply mentioning it is a powerful deterrent.