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

Feeling his wife's tense body and erratic heartbeat, regret and heartache almost overwhelmed him.

Shen Yan's forbearance and planning all along seemed so pale, powerless, and even... foolish in the face of Kalandall's fragile collapse at this moment.

Those once icy blue eyes, reflecting the stars and the sea, now held only a broken, desperate blankness as he was forced to seek security through self-destruction...

My heart felt like it was being pierced repeatedly by countless fine needles, the pain almost suffocating me.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, my wife..."

He whispered in her ear again and again, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs, filled with endless self-blame and pain.

"I was too arrogant..."

"I thought I could handle it, but you had to bear so much alone... I failed to protect you... I let you be bullied by those insects..."

He consistently strived to maintain a semblance of calm, never resorting to his power and absolute authority, attempting to resolve issues within the framework of the empire's rules and avoid causing too much turmoil.

However, his willingness to compromise and act rationally resulted in his wife being hurt.

Did he act too easily bullied?

rule?

When rules become accomplices to violence, they do not deserve to be obeyed!

A tremendous sense of powerlessness and overwhelming rage surged within him, threatening to tear him apart.

She carefully laid Kalandel down on the bed, pulled the blanket over him, and gently brushed his sweaty bangs with her fingertips, her movements as tender as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

Each touch felt like adding another wound to a heart full of regret.

He released a large amount of soothing spiritual energy beside the female insect, calming her tense nerves, and Karandel felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness wash over him.

"Go to sleep for a while, honey."

Shen Yan's voice was low and gentle, yet it trembled and held an unprecedented firmness.

"I'm going out to take care of something, I'll be right back."

"...From now on, no insect will ever dare to do anything to make you suffer the slightest grievance."

The female insect seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her ice-blue eyes gazing at him with a dependent look, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes.

He was unwilling to fall asleep at this moment and tried hard to stay awake. In the end, under the firm and loving gaze of the powerful ruler, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Yan leaned down and placed a salty, bittersweet, yet incredibly solemn kiss on his forehead.

Then he straightened up, and the tenderness and pain on his face were instantly replaced by an almost cruel coldness, his dark eyes churning with frost.

The female law enforcement insects, who had been pressed to the ground by his mental power, were still groaning and struggling in pain, trying to get up, but were dragged and thrown out of the gate one by one by the male.

"Shh...don't disturb my wife's rest."

When resistance is encountered, it is met with direct and violent suppression.

The powerful and pure spiritual energy pressed down like an invisible millstone!

"Ugh—!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased. The more seriously injured female insects fainted on the spot, while the rest collapsed to the ground as if their spines had been removed, their breathing becoming extremely weak, their eyes filled with fear of absolute power.

Shen Yan walked expressionlessly through the mess and out of the broken door.

Under the undisguised terrifying pressure of the SSS-level male insect, all the insects were frozen in place, terrified and unable to move an inch.

Without using any means of transportation, they walked step by step along the wide yet oppressive streets of the imperial capital.

His goal was clear.

Headquarters of the Imperial Male Insect Rights Protection and Reproduction Management Committee.

Wherever it passed, the invisible spiritual force field was like the deathly stillness before a storm, causing all the passing insectoids to tremble with fear and retreat.

……

The management office building, still imposing, seemed shrouded in an invisible shadow.

The guards at the gate were about to step forward to stop him, but when they met Shen Yan's cold, abyss-like black eyes, their souls trembled and their movements froze instantly.

"Get out of here."

The two cold words, accompanied by an irresistible mental shock, sent the guard flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and losing consciousness.

Shen Yan walked straight into the hall, and all the insects were stunned by his terrifying aura and fell silent.

Ignoring all the insects, their mental power, like the most precise radar, instantly locked onto the location of the official who was monitoring and threatening them.

As he rode the suspended elevator upstairs, the moment the metal door slid open, the insect workers who tried to approach him in the corridor outside were driven back by his cold gaze, their sweat pouring down their faces as they pressed themselves against the wall, as if nailed to the spot.

"Bang--!!!"

Without any warning, the male protagonist raised his foot and, with a burst of violent mental energy, slammed it hard into the heavy solid wood door engraved with the official's name!

The door panel shattered instantly into countless fragments, as if it had been exploded, shooting inward with a fierce force, sending wood chips flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Inside the office, the female insect official who had been arrogant, mean, and cold when facing Kalandall was now sitting behind her desk, seemingly handling something on a screen.

The sudden, terrifying loud noise and flying wood chips terrified him, causing him to jump up from his chair, his face turning deathly pale.

When the dust settled and they could see that the newcomer was Shen Yan, whose face was as cold as ice, their fear instantly turned into obsequiousness. They scrambled out from behind the desk, their voices trembling uncontrollably:

"Lord Shen Yan! Your esteemed presence is an honor. What can I do for you...?"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because the male had appeared before him like a ghost.

No nonsense.

"Smack—!!!"

A resounding slap, brimming with the fury of an SSS-level male insect, landed squarely on the official's face.

This slap was delivered without using mental power; instead, the force was controlled to the limit that the body could withstand.

The official was thrown to the side like a spinning top, crashing heavily into a hard metal filing cabinet before sliding softly to the ground.

Half of his face swelled up instantly, turning a terrifying purplish-red. His mouth was torn, and blood mixed with saliva flowed down. His ears were ringing and his vision was blurred.

He covered his face, looked up in disbelief at Shen Yan, who seemed to have descended like a god of death, his eyes filled with horror, humiliation, and extreme fear:

"Your Excellency! You...you can't..."

Looking down at him, Shen Yan's eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze his soul.

"I've changed my mind."

The voice was calm, yet carried the weight of a glacier and a chilling coldness.

"I will not take any female servants, not a single one. Do you have a problem with that?"

The official was dizzy and disoriented from the beating, but his long-standing bureaucratic mindset and blind obedience to regulations made him instinctively want to refute it and invoke the interests of the empire:

"But... Your Excellency! This violates the 'Protection Regulations'! This is for the future of the Empire! You cannot..."

"Smack—!!!"

An even heavier and harsher slap landed on the other cheek.

His cheeks were swollen like over-fermented dough, completely deformed, and looked ugly and terrifying.

"Regulations?"

Shen Yan sneered, his laughter filled with extreme mockery and violence.

"You're using this bullshit regulation to humiliate and coerce my partner? To coerce a general who has rendered outstanding service to the empire?!"

He took two steps forward, grabbed the official by the collar, and lifted him off the ground like a dead dog, staring intently into the eyes that were almost bulging out of extreme fear.

"You're threatening me with his military position and our marriage?"

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face.

"Just because he has old injuries and has difficulty conceiving, you think you can trample on his dignity at will?!"

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the face.

"Who do you think you are?! You dare to decide who my queen is?! You dare to decide how my bloodline will continue?!"

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

Every cold question was accompanied by a cruel and merciless slap.

He didn't use his mental power, but instead used this most primitive, humiliating, and painful method to vent his dissatisfaction with the imperial rules, and even more so, to vent his deep regret and anger at his previous compromises.