Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

Chapter 42: The stakes are on Su Mobai.

Hua Que nodded. "It's better not to say."

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. "You've placed your bets on Su Mobai."

Vislan looked at him. "Isn't the King the same?"

Hua Que smiled.

This time, there was no denial.

"yes."

He raised his hand to press his temple, his voice lowering, "I'm in custody too."

Vislan did not interrupt.

Hua Que gazed at the light patterns on the ceiling of the secret chamber and slowly said, "I know what kind of person Hua Ye is."

When he spoke that name, a faint trace of weariness appeared in his eyes.

"He's a good-for-nothing."

"But he is my son."

Vislan said, "That's why you haven't appointed a crown prince."

"If we establish it, he'll think the Angel Civilization is already his plaything." Hua Que smirked. "If we don't establish it, at least he'll still know fear, and he'll still know that someone can keep him in check."

Vislan paused for a moment, then said, "It won't last long."

"Um."

Hua Que nodded. "That's why I want to open an academy."

He pushed his glass forward. "Let them fight and struggle, let them see who can suppress whom. The younger generation has to shed some blood to know that the throne isn't just a chair waiting to be sat on."

"What if Hua Ye wins in the end?"

"That's his skill."

After Hua Que finished speaking, he added, "But if he only sits on the throne because of his bloodline, he won't be able to hold onto it."

Vislan understood.

The college is not for teaching.

It's like throwing the entire younger generation into a cage.

Whether it's Hua Ye, Keisha, Liang Bing, or the heirs of the noble families of Tiancheng, they will all meet on Wangxing. It will be easy to see who can gather people, who can suppress people, who can hide their true intentions, and who only knows how to bite the hand that feeds them.

Hua Que raised his glass. "The empire we built together cannot be handed over to a good-for-nothing who only knows how to enjoy himself."

That's a very strong statement.

It was so heavy that it didn't sound like a father talking to his son.

It's more like a king judging the worth of his heir.

Vislan lowered his eyes. "Where's Su Mobai?"

Hua Que looked at him.

"I hope he can be attached to the angels."

He paused, then added, "Instead of being above angels."

Vislan tapped the rim of the glass lightly with his finger.

Hua Que continued, "There's something about him that we can't understand. If we can't understand it, we can't just kill him. But not killing him doesn't mean we can let him go. If he has no attachments, he's like the wind. No one can stop the wind from blowing wherever it wants."

"It's a good step for you to let them hold his hand."

Hua Que looked at Vislan and said, "Whether it's a man or a visitor from an unknown civilization, as long as there's someone you care about, they're no longer just a nuisance."

Vislan looked at him for a moment, "You make it sound so easy."

"Because she's not my daughter."

Hua Que smiled.

Vislan looked at him coldly.

Hua Que didn't dodge, but simply finished his drink. "But you and I both know that Keisha isn't someone who can be easily trapped by anyone. Liang Bing is even less so."

"If Su Mobai can truly make them willingly stand by his side, that's his skill."

"If he only wants to use them."

Hua Que put down his wine glass.

The bottom of the cup touched the stone surface with a soft sound.

"I think, after all, they are your daughters, they have your blood."

"Of course they won't let him go."

Vislan remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he refilled Hua Que's wine.

"You're getting old."

Hua Que looked at the wine that had risen again in his glass. "You too."

"Old people still scheming against young people."

"What if we don't scheme?" Hua Que looked up. "Are we really going to leave the Angel Civilization to luck?"

"The two smiled in unison at the end."

The next morning.

Wang Ling landed in the main city of Melo first.

This was no mere verbal message; it was personally read aloud by Wang Xing's guards and then relayed to various locations via the dark energy communication system of the Merlo residence. The day after the banquet, King Hua Que officially announced that Wang Xing Academy had been completed and would open in a month. The various territories…

Nobles and young members of the legions can all apply for admission.

Su Mobai was standing at the edge of the training field when he heard the news.

When Wang Lingchuan heard the message, he paused his writing.

It's already built?

Good guy.

It sounded like a spur-of-the-moment idea at the banquet last night, but the house is already built.

That old man Deng is really good at pretending.

He looked up at the center of the training field.

Keisha is practicing her swordplay.

The sound of her boots treading on the white stone floor was soft and steady. Her golden hair was tied back, and with a slight flick as she turned, the blade of her sword slashed across the morning light, a cold white line flashing before she pulled it back to her side.

Su Mobai watched intently.

It's not just about looking at beautiful women.

Of course, beautiful women are also worth seeing.

But Keisha's sword practice was definitely different from when she was sitting and drinking morning tea.

Although he had watched Keisha practice her swordsmanship many times, each time he watched it, he still felt something was different.

Keisha finished her sword routine and stood in the center of the arena, sword tip pointing downwards, chest rising and falling slightly, a fine layer of sweat on her forehead. A drop of sweat slid down her cheek, stopping at her chin.

Su Mobai saw it.

My throat feels inexplicably dry.

Keisha sheathed her sword and turned to walk towards him.

She had just finished practicing her swordplay, and the oppressive aura emanating from her hadn't completely dissipated; she looked as if she had just stepped out of a radiant light. Upon closer inspection, Su Mobai could smell a faint scent of sweat—not unpleasant, but rather more authentic than her usual cool, refreshing fragrance.

Keisha stopped in front of him. "How was it?"

Su Mobai looked up, thought about it seriously, and said, "Very strong."

Keisha's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Just two words?"

"A few more compliments would be appreciated," Su Mobai said. "The sword is fast, the person is beautiful, the presence is imposing, the movements are clean, and the legs are..."

'

Keisha looked at him.

Su Mobai immediately changed his tune, "His leg strength is very stable."

Keisha's lips twitched slightly.

"You're quick to fix it."

Keisha walked to the side and handed the sword to the maid. The maid bowed and took it, then quickly stepped back, leaving the two of them standing at the edge of the meadow.

Seeing her wipe the sweat from her forehead, Su Mobai felt his courage resurface.

He coughed. "Sister Keisha."

"Um?

""

"What about the reward we talked about yesterday?"

Keisha stopped moving.

She turned her head to look at him.

Su Mobai immediately added, "It's okay if you don't have one, I was just asking casually."

Keisha looked at him for two breaths.

Then, she smiled.

It wasn't very obvious, but Su Mobai saw it.

She took a clean handkerchief from the maid's tray, and instead of wiping herself, she handed it to him.

Su Mobai looked at the handkerchief.

He looked at her again.

Keisha replied calmly, "Yes."

Su Mo's eyelids twitched. "What?"

Keisha placed the handkerchief in his hand.

"Help me wipe my sweat."

Su Mobai tightened his grip on his fingers.

The handkerchief was soft and had a clean, pleasant scent.

He looked up and met Keisha's eyes.

She didn't dodge or urge, she just stood there, the sweat on her forehead still glistening, her face flushed from just finishing her sword practice, but her eyes were very steady.

This is hardly a reward.

This is clearly a new test.

Su Mobai remained silent for two breaths before standing up.

"Sister Keisha."

Ok?

""

"Are you getting better and better at bullying people?"