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Wen Shumu fell asleep while lying down.

He had a wonderful dream.

I dreamt of the time I spent living with my brother on a desolate planet.

They lived in a leaky hut, their clothes were patched in several places, and their main activity each day was going out to rummage through the garbage dumps left by other planets to see if they could find anything useful.

The older brother couldn't even get enough to eat himself, yet he gave all the game he had painstakingly hunted to the younger brother.

For Wen Shumu, no matter how skilled the chef was, no dish could compare to the porcupine-like creatures his brother roasted.

The dream was interrupted by a knock on the door before it was even finished.

Wen Shumu opened his sore eyes and called out, "Please come in."

Allison opened the door, and the usually composed butler was now beaming with joy.

His words made Wen Shumu jump out of bed.

"Madam, the Marshal will be back soon!"

*

At the Imperial Star Military Airport, rows of Imperial soldiers in black uniforms stood ramrod straight, watching the berths, ready for battle.

Several officers stood in front of the soldiers. They all looked very young, the oldest being no more than thirty, yet they exuded a chilling aura of seasoned warriors.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a goatee, dressed in a magnificent court uniform, his expensive leather shoes standing out starkly against the backdrop of military boots.

The middle-aged man and the officers chatted casually.

They couldn't really connect, but this man was Loren, the chief steward of the palace, whom His Majesty had sent to welcome the marshal, and the officers dared not disrespect him.

A moment later, a roaring sound came from the port channel, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the port.

On the spacious channel, several warships sailed in in an orderly fashion, while smaller, pure black warships dispersed in an orderly fashion, surrounding the massive deep blue warship in the center like stars around the moon.

Loren gazed at the deep blue warship, which concealed hidden dangers, and his polite and distant smile instantly turned into a kind and sincere one.

The flagship warship Melville is named after the Melville whale, the most powerful deep-sea behemoth from the Miocene epoch of ancient Earth. It is 1km long, with smooth and elegant lines. It incorporates the empire's most advanced technology and is both offensive and defensive. It has accompanied Ling Suyu in his conquest of the universe for many years.

After Melville stopped, the soldiers quietly straightened their backs even more, and the huge airport was so quiet that you could almost hear them breathing.

No one spoke, and no one dared to make a sound at this time, including Loren and the young officers.

The sound of a hatch opening came from above, and a black-haired, blue-eyed Alpha stepped out of the warship. He was tall and handsome with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The black military uniform of the Empire looked particularly imposing on him, and the single cloak symbolizing power fluttered with his movements.

Despite his exquisitely handsome appearance, his indifferent expression and cold aura created an insurmountable chasm, making people only able to keep their distance.

All the soldiers raised their right hands in unison to salute the marshal.

Ling Suyu's expression remained unchanged as he returned the greeting.

After the marshal lowered his right hand, everyone else lowered their hands as well.

Loren stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Welcome back, Marshal. His Majesty has prepared a grand banquet for you. Please proceed to the palace."

The young marshal with black hair showed no joy. Instead, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to go to such trouble."

Loren knew that Ling Suyu hated this kind of occasion the most, so he explained, "There is no one else, only the royal family. You have been gone for so long, and the Emperor and Empress have missed you very much. As soon as they received the news that you were coming back, they immediately began preparations and have been waiting for a long time."

The Emperor and Empress had saved Ling Suyu's life, and it was Emperor Yi Hao who personally sent him to the military academy, enabling him to rise rapidly through the ranks.

After a moment of silence, Ling Suyu strode towards the hovercar heading to the palace.

Just as Loren had predicted, all members of the royal family attended the banquet.

However, although it's said to be all of them... there were actually only four people in total.

The emperor, empress, and two young princes.

Ling Suyu sat at a magnificent long table, with a five- or six-year-old child clinging to each of his arms. The child's sweet voice filled the air, and the two children would occasionally playfully tease each other across Ling Suyu.

The marshal, who was seen as cruel by the nobles, was now very patient, letting them frolic around him, while his deep blue eyes looked through them back to more than ten years ago.

The little one was about this age back then, perhaps even a little younger than the princes...

Empress Ren Yi couldn't stand it any longer and called them back.

Sensing their father's displeasure, the little princes ran back and, with perfect understanding, separated and rushed into the Emperor and Empress's arms, each holding one of them.

Yi Hao smiled and patted their heads.

Ren Yi is also a Beta. The two princes were hard-won and were pampered from the moment they were born into this world.

Ling Suyu gazed quietly at the harmonious family before her.

This is something he has never had before, and he most likely never will.

After the meal, the waiters led the princes away, leaving only Ling Suyu, the Emperor, and the Empress. The lively restaurant gradually fell silent.

The Emperor and Empress exchanged glances, and Ren Yi spoke up: "To be honest, I always thought Wen Bin only had one child, Wen Boshuang. It seems that Wen Shumu is not valued in the Wen family."

Yi Hao sighed: "Wen Shumu's birth mother... was the daughter of the old gardener of the Wen family. She grew up with Wen Bin and they were childhood sweethearts. But Wen Bin disliked her background and was unwilling to take responsibility even though she was pregnant. He only married her at the request of the old master of the Wen family. Unfortunately, she fell ill after giving birth to Wen Shumu and passed away when he was very young. That child had a tough time."

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow: "How do you know so much?"

Yi Hao calmly replied, "I naturally need to get to know Su Yu's marriage partner properly first."

"Su Yu, I know you're very unhappy about this marriage, but with powerful clans and nobles within the country and the Federation without, and years of war leaving the empire exhausted, it needs time to recuperate. The Wen family has delivered themselves to our doorstep; this is a good opportunity, and we can't let it slip by." Yi Hao turned to Ling Su Yu, "Besides, that Omega's pheromone compatibility with yours is just too high..."

Ren Yi chimed in, "Just by taking samples from the pheromone database, the 97% positivity rate is achievable, and it might actually be even higher. You haven't seen each other for a year since your wedding, so don't be too cold to them when you go back."

Upon hearing this, Ling Suyu said indifferently, "It doesn't matter."

Whether their pheromone compatibility is 99% or 1% is irrelevant.

In any case, this marriage, driven by self-interest, was bound to end sooner or later.

*

After being woken up by the housekeeper, Wen Shumu kept trying on clothes and asked Allison to help him tidy up a bit.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, where faint dark circles were visible under his eyes, he felt he looked too haggard and couldn't face his brother in this state.

Allison smiled and opened his terminal to notify the waiter to come over.

The lady never made any demands on him; it seemed that as long as he had clothes to wear and a place to sleep, he was fine. He was so easy to take care of that he didn't seem like a pampered noble Omega at all.

This was the first time Wen Shumu had asked him for help, and Allison naturally agreed very quickly.

Soon, a waiter came over. He was round and chubby, with a kind and honest smile, but his hands were very skillful. In no time, he had finished styling Wen Shumu.

Allison stood to the side, gazing at his wife in the mirror, a look of amazement in his eyes; he was somewhat stunned.

His originally slightly wavy brown hair was styled with more curl, giving him a stronger youthful look. His doe-like light brown round eyes finally lit up, and his bloodless lips became pink and moist. Paired with a high-quality shirt and vest, he looked like he had just stepped out of a comic book.

Wen Shumu rarely smiled, and softly thanked him, "Thank you, Xiao Jin."

Xiao Jin waved her hand, her chubby face appearing even more chubby when she smiled: "Madam, you don't need to be so polite. It's what I should do."

He was originally the servant in charge of dressing and grooming Wen Shumu, but the madam rarely called on him. He had been waiting for a long time and was bored all day. This time, he finally had a job, so he quickly seized the opportunity to show off his skills and did his best to style the madam.

Wen Shumu tidied himself up and waited on the first floor for Ling Suyu to return.

My heart, which had been silent for so long, was now beating very fast.

He finally felt a little bit alive again.

He watched as the light streaming in through the window slowly changed from dazzling white to a gentle orange, and then gradually disappeared.

In the high-ceilinged hall, the luxurious crystal chandelier lit up, dispelling the darkness within.

Wen Shumu waited from afternoon until evening, and the rosy color that had finally returned to her face gradually faded, turning her back to her original paleness.

Allison felt a pang of sympathy and said, "The Marshal is at the palace for who knows how long. Please have your meal first, Madam."

Wen Shumu gently shook his head.

He had no appetite and only wanted to see his brother as soon as possible.

She wanted to know if Ling Suyu still remembered the child from back then, to say that she hadn't left in such a hurry on purpose, to ask if he had seen the letter she left behind, and to find out how he had been doing all these years.

Allison could only place some small snacks on the coffee table for Wen Shumu to have a snack on.

When the clock on the wall points to the number "10", Allison's terminal lights up.

The guards at the manor gate sent word—

The marshal is back.