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

Shen Yan moved with ease among these admirers, always wearing a polite yet distant smile, like a mask.

He skillfully avoided all hints, seductions, and promises, whether subtle or explicit, or defused them with tactful words, always keeping the name "Kalandall" at the core.

The anticipation of his wife's return gradually turned into annoyance at the relentless advances of those who coveted her.

Just as he was beginning to consider whether to find a quieter corner or lounge to avoid the limelight, a figure quietly approached.

She was an extremely beautiful female insect, with her long purple hair loosely tied up with a simple pearl hair accessory, and a few slightly curled strands falling down her fair cheeks and neck.

He wore an imperial royal robe that highlighted his status; the light color and well-tailored cut perfectly accentuated his quiet and elegant demeanor.

"Good day, Your Excellency Shen Yan."

The voice was also very special, as soft as the finest silk brushing against the ear, or as gentle as a feather scratching the heart.

"My name is Anvis, the third prince of the empire. It is an honor to meet you."

He nodded slightly, his posture impeccable.

"Your Highness Prince Anvisi, greetings."

Shen Yan returned the greeting with proper courtesy.

The prince's gaze toward him, though tinged with appreciation, lacked the raw desire and urgency found in the other females.

Moreover, there's always a strange sense of familiarity with the other person.

It was this sudden and inexplicable closeness that prevented Shen Yan from immediately showing any intention to distance herself or end the conversation, unlike how she had treated the other flirts before.

Anvis was clearly a skilled conversationalist; he chose topics that were light and didn't touch on private matters, but Xiongzi could sense the seductive attitude that the other man inadvertently revealed.

For example, when listening, she will tilt her head slightly, revealing her fair and delicate neck.

For example, during conversation, slender fingertips will gently stroke the rim of the crystal glass with a certain rhythm, showcasing the unique allure and refinement of the Butterfly Clan.

His seduction methods were more subtle, even carrying a hint of subtle observation and probing.

Realizing that Anweixi was no different from the other female insects, Shen Yan began to get impatient and planned to leave under any pretext.

Suddenly, a familiar and comforting wave of spiritual energy clearly and steadily approached from afar. The dark eyes, which had seemed somewhat indifferent due to their perfunctory attitude, instantly lit up like stars that had been ignited.

"Kalandall!"

Without almost any hesitation, he immediately turned around, like a large dog that had finally waited for its master to return home, and went through the swarm of insects to meet the female soldier.

He very naturally reached out and intimately took his wife's arm, leaning his whole body against hers in dependence.

Shen Yan gently pressed her cheek against the other person's high-quality casual clothing fabric, her soft, complaining tone tinged with a sweet, cloying quality:

"You're finally done? I've been waiting for so long..."

Karandal had shed his cold military uniform and put on a perfectly tailored dark blue civilian outfit.

The soft fabric perfectly accentuated the beautiful lines of broad shoulders and a narrow waist, while the slightly open neckline revealed a fair and elegant neck, still bearing traces of freckles.

Without the pressure of war, her long, icy blue hair was half-up and half-down at the back of her head, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, softening her usually sharp features.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, the beauty was breathtaking.

When he looked down at the male nestled beside him, his long eyelashes cast a gentle shadow on his cheeks, and the insect exuded a languid glow unique to those nourished by love.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Her voice was softer than usual, radiating obvious doting affection. She was tall and slender, but her brows always held the gentle charm of a submissive wife.

Many guests around couldn't help but turn their attention to them.

Calander's beauty was already outstanding, but now, standing beside her lord, she appeared even more docile and beautiful.

He turned slightly to the side, subtly shielding Shen Yan from some of the intense gazes. This protective action was performed naturally and skillfully, as if he had done it a thousand times.

"Isn't it boring?"

She asked softly, her icy blue eyes filled with concern.

Even though he was only dressed in simple casual clothes, he still became the most dazzling presence in the entire banquet hall.

In that instant, Shen Yan nestled beside Kalandel, his gaze darting back and forth between his partner and Anvis's beautiful face not far away.

Like a flash of lightning, a sudden inspiration struck me!

He finally understood where that inexplicable sense of familiarity that had been lingering in his heart ever since Prince Anvis appeared came from!

The other person's eyebrow and eye contours, especially the unique curve of the slightly upturned corners of their eyes, were vaguely similar to those of Kalandall.

However, the underlying tone of his wife's eyes and brows remained cool and aloof, like a tranquil lake shrouded in a gentle mist, a trace left by long-term and profound love.

Anvich's work is like a violet garden shrouded in the hazy moonlight, gentle, tranquil, and with a touch of melancholic, hazy beauty.

But at this moment, when the two insects appeared in the field of vision at the same time, the subtle charm hidden in their bones, under Shen Yan's deliberate comparison, strangely overlapped in part.

But aesthetics is a very subjective thing. He looked at her from the left and right, and sure enough, his wife was prettier.

This discovery was quite interesting, and the male, with a mischievous streak, wanted to tease Karandall a bit.

"Wife, look at that prince, doesn't he look a bit like your long-lost brother?"

However, before he could utter his joking words, he keenly noticed that the moment Anvis saw Karandel's face, his expression instantly became extremely stiff and unnatural.

The once serene and smiling face lost its color at a visible speed, turning pale.

The carefully maintained calm was shattered, a panic that could not be concealed flashed across the sky, followed by...

An almost instinctive terror?

Her long, purple eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly, desperately avoiding Karandal's probing gaze.

They even forgot the most basic social etiquette, without saying goodbye or explaining, and almost fled in panic, quickly pushing away the insects around them.

They disappeared in a panic into the depths of the brightly lit banquet hall, leaving behind only a lingering breath carrying a cold fragrance.

"...What's wrong with him?"

Shen Yan's smile vanished, replaced by pure astonishment and confusion. He subconsciously looked up at the female ruler beside him, his dark eyes filled with immense bewilderment.

"He... seems very afraid of you?"

I really can't understand it. Although my wife has a cool and aloof demeanor and seems unapproachable, it shouldn't cause a prince of such high status to show such a terrified or even panicked reaction in public.

Karandal was equally puzzled and even bewildered by Anvis's abrupt and almost out-of-control reaction.

He was certain that he had no connection whatsoever with this prince and had never had any interaction with him.