A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Have another one.

Chew, chew, chew.

"Pfft!" He spat out the pit.

With a "thud!", the lychee seed hit another spot and bounced away.

It's so much fun, it's like spitting out bullets.

Lychee can also be introduced into insects, which should make it suitable for growing in the climate of Liernia.

This fruit is perfect for the Zerg aesthetic.

So sweet, so delicious.

How decadent! It's working hours, but they're sunbathing, eating and drinking here.

Minister Greta lay flat in front of her superior, feeling no remorse whatsoever.

This isn't my fault; my boss was the one who gave up first.

The crown prince disliked him and kicked him.

Minister Greta moved a little further away from him and continued lying flat.

You've accepted a bribe from my partner, so you can't cause me any more trouble.

Hmph. The Crown Prince doesn't want to see him.

There's not much for humans to do right now; orders are given out, and the specific tasks are naturally handled by subordinates.

The Zerg don't have much to do right now. Ever since they learned that the Crown Princess has at least 10 billion single male Zerg, the status of male Zerg in the Liernia Empire has plummeted, and the support rate for the Crown Prince's party has reached its peak. Now, the male Zerg, the Parliament, and the Male Protection Association have no conditions to cause trouble anymore, and have started to keep a low profile.

The years are quiet.

Lying down leisurely.

Three rhythmic knocks came from the carved iron gate of the terrace.

"Come in," the Crown Prince replied lazily.

They entered with female guards brought from Liernia and reported: "Your Highness, Ferdinand, son of Felipe, the Director of the Human Alliance, requests an audience on behalf of his father."

"?" Who? The Crown Prince looked at the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The Human Alliance Director, an old man of the same rank as the Human Military District Commander-in-Chief. Minister Greta verbally gestured to him.

Oh, human politicians and leaders.

The Crown Prince felt a bit uncomfortable when he heard about the position, mainly because it sounded too similar to the chairman of their Liernia Parliament.

What good thing could someone who resembles the speaker of parliament be?

The Crown Prince took his feet off the coffee table and sat up. "What time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, Your Highness," the guard replied.

The timing isn't exactly impolite, but I don't think I've received any meeting appointments from the Director of the Human Alliance beforehand.

"I don't have any private dealings with the human alliance, so why would they visit me outside of official business?"

Lan tilted her head slightly by the railing.

"Who can say for sure?" Minister Greta also leaned closer to the railing to look.

In the circular courtyard below, the son of the Human Alliance Director stood with his head bowed.

His dark gray suit was rather inconspicuous amidst the lush greenery of the courtyard. His head was down, obscuring his expression, but the slight forward curve of his shoulders instantly reminded Minister Greta of a junior official at a diplomatic banquet, holding a wine glass and seeking an opportunity to strike up a conversation and gain admiration.

"Oh my." He couldn't help but chuckle.

I roughly understand the purpose now.

They've come with ill intentions.

They came for the Crown Princess.

Lan held the sippy cup and bit the stainless steel straw, leaving teeth marks.

Spitting out the straw, the stainless steel tube fell into the straw cup with a clear "clang".

Blue turned to Minister Greta and asked, "What do you think they want with me?"

Minister Greta chuckled again: "That Alliance Director doesn't seem like someone who's just making a simple visit." That's a rather conservative way of putting it; he's a cunning old fox among human politicians, and I feel he's the most insidious one in the Human Federation, with an ulterior motive for everything he does.

"Is she here to seduce me?" Lan bit her straw again.

In fact, he was quite familiar with this situation. As he had said before, the position of the Insect King was highly coveted, and there had been many noble male insects in Liernia who had tried to seduce him but failed.

Human politicians and leaders are probably similar to the patriarchs of noble families; they both like to use marriage to gain benefits.

The Crown Prince pressed the button on his personal terminal, and the anti-spy mode on the terrace was immediately activated.

The terrace railing instantly transformed into one-way glass, allowing them to see Ferdinand below as he presented his terminal, while Ferdinand could only see a mirror-like reflection when he looked up.

"Did he mention the purpose of his visit?" the Crown Prince asked the female guard.

The female soldier checked her personal terminal: "They said it was a visit from the Alliance Director on behalf of humanity."

The electronic pass unfolded on his personal computer.

Ferdinand's passport photo was accompanied by the Union's bald eagle emblem, with the purpose of the visit written behind it.

[Tomorrow at 3 PM, there will be a private exhibition of ancient Chinese paintings and calligraphy at the Central Art Museum. The Crown Prince is cordially invited to attend.]

Ferdinand Rodri.

Minister Greta suddenly burst out laughing again.

An art gallery, a private exhibition, a calligraphy and painting exhibition—this can almost be considered a subtle invitation to a date.

A straight hook, salty bait.

Zhao Zheng could use this artsy approach to ask him out.

Using this to woo the Crown Prince? Don't you even know if the Crown Prince, who belongs to the military faction, likes this kind of thing?

"So you're really trying to seduce me?" The Crown Prince said with a look of disgust.

A calligraphy and painting exhibition? What is that? Bro, you can't even seduce her properly. Look at how the Crown Princess does it, okay?

It's far from good enough, really far from good enough.

It's very average, really very average.

"Don't see him, let him go back. This is utterly absurd."

"Yes." Upon receiving the order, the female soldier turned and walked downstairs.

The female guard downstairs received a blue flash in her headset. He listened to the instructions, then looked up, his lips tightening as he refused, "His Highness is taking a nap."

Ferdinand paused, his frozen smile reflected in the guard's goggles.

He hadn't expected that the Crown Prince of Liernia wouldn't give the Human Alliance Director any face at all.

When he came here, he thought that it was all wishful thinking to think that Crown Prince Liernia would like him. He never expected that he would not even be able to see him once he arrived.

"I'm acting on behalf of the Human Alliance Director..."

Minister Greta swiped a few times on the personal terminal.

The guard downstairs glanced at the message on the personal terminal and replied, "If there is any further official business, please contact us through official diplomatic channels between humanity and Liernia. The Crown Prince is quite tired from his journey from Liernia to Earth. If you have any issues, please contact the Liernia Minister of Foreign Affairs directly. Please refrain from making any further private visits that would disturb the Crown Prince's rest."

Ferdinand took a step back.

They knew they probably wouldn't be able to see the Crown Prince in private.

The whole plan fell through; they couldn't even take the first step.

Is Major General Gao Tian really that good?

She doesn't accept any kindness from others.

"Please." The female soldier extended her hand outwards.

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The dull thud of a car door closing came from downstairs.

The Crown Prince had already lay down on the sofa again.

Greta pulled up the surveillance footage from the villa area and saw Ferdinand get into the car.

Then the vehicle started, passed through several checkpoints, and headed down the mountain.

"What a pity, Your Highness, I thought he was quite good-looking," Minister Greta said deliberately.

The Crown Prince ignored his nonsense: "What do you mean, 'not bad'? I think your eyes are broken."

Then the Crown Prince found it somewhat amusing: "That's not wrong. Aren't termites practically blind?"

Minister Greta was sitting upstairs when the attack came from above. "It's just a joke, why did you have to launch an insect attack?"

No, not at all.

"So you dared to laugh at me." The Crown Prince propped his head up, delivering another blow: "You're finished. You'll stay here with me until the Crown Princess returns. If she doesn't come back, you're not allowed to leave."

You want to go out and date? No way.

Minister Greta smiled smugly; His Highness the Crown Prince's attack had missed.

She sat back down on the sofa: "Sure, I didn't have any plans to go on a date today anyway."

He was worried that if he agreed to go on dates too often, Zhao Zheng would get tired of it. He would be busy for a few days a week, keeping him hanging for two or three days.

The Crown Prince stared at him with a somber, almost deathly gaze: "Say it again."

If you say that again, you'll have to come and report to me and the Crown Princess every day.

This Emperor of the Universe will ensure you never have time to go out and date again.

His Highness the Crown Prince only speaks of martial virtue; I'm not saying anything more, I admit defeat.

Minister Greta wisely made a gesture of zipping up her mouth.

The crown prince won, but lay dejectedly on the sofa.

The summer sun was still scorching hot.

But for some reason, the insect felt incredibly cold inside.

Take a bite of lychee.

Take another sip of sweet water.

Waaaaah, I don't know why, even lychees and sweet juices don't taste as sweet anymore.

Why hasn't the Crown Princess returned yet?

The insects have been waiting so long.

The crown prince lay sprawled out in the sunlight, looking utterly dejected.

If it's not drying evenly, flip it over.

roll over.

Minister Greta found it amusing to see him lying face down like a corpse. She was about to offer some words of comfort when she heard the sound of a car coming from downstairs.

"?"

Who is it this time?