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

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Sevisma was intimidated by the silent pressure emanating from the emperors of past dynasties, and her earlier agitation finally subsided. She subconsciously moved closer to her brother's back.

Speaker Invika was too lazy to even acknowledge him: "Stand properly, and be more dignified."

"Oh." Sevisma stood up somewhat timidly.

The downfall of the Xiongan New Area Development Committee had left him with some indelible damage.

At least in the past, Sevisma was sunny and lawless, and there would never have been such a fearful expression.

Speaker Vika softened his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." She reached out and touched the back of his neck, just to comfort him.

"Brother, I will definitely try my best to make you less tired."

Only after being comforted by him did Sevisma perk up again.

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The attendants led the two of them to the council chamber of the palace.

At the end of the corridor were two massive, tightly closed doors made of mithril.

The golden lion relief on the door bared its teeth as if about to devour its prey, its eyes inlaid with pigeon-blood red gemstones, coldly gazing down at the visitors.

The royal family of Liernia holds supreme power, but currently, the one in power is an incompetent insect king, who is also the fulcrum they use to wield power today.

Power is more often seized only in the hands of incompetent rulers.

The more foolish the insect king is, the greater their chances of winning.

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The door opened silently inward.

A subtle scent, a mixture of silk, expensive incense, and aged aroma, wafted over.

The Grand Palace of Liernia has been built for over a thousand years, and even with the best preservation, the decay of the materials is inevitable.

The council chamber was too large, and it was somewhat dim, with only sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and no lights on.

The high dome was hidden in shadow, and the Insect King was slumped in a wide, crimson velvet chair that seemed to swallow him whole.

He was wrapped in a magnificent, heavy velvet robe embroidered with gold thread, and his face was a pale one, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.

The Insect King is no longer young, but he still retains the appearance of a young man.

The malice and depravity were deeply concealed beneath the innocent and adorable face of the young man, so that no one could see it.

Short, weak, proud, arrogant.

A servant silently bowed and placed a steaming cup of fragrant tonic soup on the low table beside him.

Indulging in pleasure day and night has ruined the Insect King's body, and he can only rely on constant supplementation.

"Your Majesty." Invika bowed first, his posture impeccable, the neat hem of his robe hanging down without moving, just like the standard audience etiquette in the textbook.

Sevisma bowed to him.

He wasn't very smart, but his only redeeming quality was that he listened to his older brother.

The Insect King's eyes flickered, and its gaze fell on Invica.

She gave a barely perceptible "hmm" in response.

He picked up the soup cup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. The strong taste made his brows furrow even deeper, as if he had suffered some injustice.

But he was just indulging in pleasure and wore himself out, so he needed tonic soups to replenish his body.

Because Vika straightened up, her tone somber and worried, her eyes revealing just the right amount of concern:

"Your Majesty, have you been feeling unwell lately? You are the foundation of our Liernia royal family, you must take good care of yourself."

This flattery really hit the bug king right where it hurts.

The Insect King nodded in satisfaction: "Nothing."

His tone became more friendly.

"Chairman Invika, what brings you and Chairman Sevisma here?"

Speaker Vika hesitated to speak.

The Insect King said kindly, "What is it? Please speak freely."

This is exactly what Speaker Vika was waiting for.

Speaker Invika stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and spoke earnestly.

"Your Majesty, after much deliberation, I still feel compelled to say this."

"Your Majesty and the Chairman of the Xiongbao Association have taken the liberty of meeting with us today because the foundation of the Empire is in danger of being tarnished and the lineage of our bloodline may be obscured. We are deeply troubled and have no choice but to report this."

He turned slightly to the side, making way for Sevisma behind him to move a little forward.

Upon receiving her brother's signal, Sevisma's honey-colored eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

He took a sudden step forward, his voice filled with anguish: "Your Majesty! His Highness the Crown Prince... he's confused!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince is actually suppressing our native male insects, intending to introduce alien bloodlines into the insect race! Our own male insects now have no special privileges. Male insects are inherently weaker than females; without protection, how can they survive? If in the future there are fewer and fewer male insects in our race, and females intermarry with humans, can we still be called an insect race? Your Majesty, please understand!"

"Your Majesty, as the president of the Xiongbao Association, I have always strived to secure better treatment for Your Excellency. Now, the Xiongbao Association is being suppressed by the Crown Prince and has lost all power. The power of the Xiongbao Association is a small matter; what is truly serious is that all the male lords of the empire are without protection, Your Majesty!"

"Furthermore, His Highness the Crown Prince has been bewitched by a demon, abandoning our own male insect and choosing a foreign race from a small planet as his Crown Princess! How can that foreign native, despicable bloodline compare to our native male insect? How dare they step into the sacred royal family of Liernia? How can they tarnish the glory of our empire's future heir?"

The Insect King paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding the soup cup.

The Insect King's eyes turned to Sevisma, where something seemed to briefly condense before quickly dissipating.

Invica immediately stepped forward, using her body to partially shield her overly excited younger brother, her voice low and steady, like a carefully polished pebble being thrown into still water:

"Your Majesty, President Sevisma's words may be harsh, but his deep concern for protecting the Imperial Zerg is genuine. The Zerg Protection Council has the duty to safeguard the purity of the Imperial bloodline. The royal bloodline must be pure Zerg blood; this is the cornerstone of the Empire and cannot be compromised in the slightest."

He paused slightly, his mind racing, trying to catch the slightest change in the insect king's breathing and heartbeat.

As expected, the Insect King's heartbeat and breathing became erratic.

"His Highness the Crown Prince's actions are likely merely a momentary infatuation. But if a foreign Crown Princess can enter the royal family today, who knows if those foreign races won't use their bloodline to covet the supreme power of our Liernia in the future? This is not just a matter of choosing a Crown Princess; it is a source of disaster that could shake our empire!"

Sevisma, who was blocked by his brother, was so anxious that he glared at him from behind. Hearing this, he couldn't hold back any longer and squeezed out from beside Invika.

"This is a defilement! Your Majesty! This is the most complete defilement of the Empire's sacred bloodline! Weak, filthy, foreign blood! We must never allow it to flow into our Empire!"

"Only our pure-blooded insectoid race is the legitimate heir. The future successor of our empire must be of legitimate lineage, and absolutely cannot be of filthy foreign blood, Your Majesty!"

Pureblood, male insect.

orthodox.

The theory of bloodline is a knife wrapped in honey, stabbing viciously into the deathly silence and the heart of the insect king.

If a male insect group wants to gain status, the simplest way is to promote racial and class concepts, that is, to form a theory of bloodline.

High and low, noble and base.

Noble blood, lowly blood.

How dare a toad dream of becoming a swan?

How dare the mud on the ground try to grasp the clouds?

It doesn't matter if the male insects are weak; they are noble pure-blooded insects, how could lowly alien natives compare?

It's okay for female insects to like human males, but if you do, then you're degrading yourself and defiling the noble blood of the insect race.

The inability of goods of different social classes to circulate is called class.