Alza held the child, standing quietly beside Selene Kane.

He didn’t argue, nor did he complain, not even a frown.

He knew that in this family, some rules didn’t need to be spoken, but everyone must abide by them.

This was an unwritten rule of the family.

In his heart, he actually looked down on Caleb Shaw.

Too busy, too busy to care about the family.

Caleb Shaw spent most of his time traveling and rarely came home.

Even when he came back, it was with a layer of stardust and a scent of gunpowder, taking a quick glance at the child before leaving again.

Alza felt that after getting married, a male should revolve around his wife and children.

Home isn’t a hotel, where you come and go as you please.

Feelings need to be nurtured, a family requires maintenance.

If the heart has already flown away, what kind of good partner is that?

He didn’t dare say it out loud, but deep down, he had already judged.

Caleb Shaw was a competent person, but not necessarily a qualified husband.

Selene Kane didn’t bother to move, nor did she bother to argue.

Her position wasn’t earned by shouting.

It was voluntarily offered by husbands kneeling and presenting it.

They were willing to hand over power to her, willing to bow their heads and call her master.

Willing to let her name be written first in the family tree, willing to let the child take her surname.

All of this wasn’t achieved by force.

It was won through her own wisdom, tactics, and deterrence.

She didn’t need to perform gentleness, nor did she have to deliberately please anyone.

As long as she sat there, the entire family had to revolve around her.

The butler leaned in and said a few words.

But Selene Kane’s face immediately turned iron-blue.

Her gaze instantly turned cold, her pupils contracted.

"Are you sure it’s sent from the Royal Palace?"

"Yes, Female Master."

The butler lowered his head in response, his voice still respectful.

"People from the palace and the master’s personal guards came together."

He knew Selene Kane hated when others made decisions for her and hated even more when the Royal Palace interfered with her personal affairs.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

Her nails dug deep into her palm, leaving crescent-shaped red marks.

Loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened again.

Repeated this several times, barely stabilizing her emotions.

Really, thicker-skinned than city walls!

The last time they almost fell out, yet she still dared to send flowers?

That time, the Royal Palace sent gifts, but she returned them intact.

The reason was simple.

It was an insult to her, not a blessing.

But now, they sent them again, filling the whole courtyard, clearly forcing her to bow her head.

Do they really think she’s free labor?

That her patience has no limits?

She stormed into the courtyard with anger, her steps urgent.

Just as she stepped out the gate, the scene before her nearly made her faint on the spot.

The courtyard filled with flowers, layered upon layer, red, pink, white, blooming flamboyantly.

What should have been romantic, now looked like pure humiliation.

The Royal Palace’s sending of flowers was never a simple gesture, but a declaration of power.

They represented some kind of implicit order.

You must accept, must be grateful, must bow.

So many of them, not leaving her a gap to breathe.

Standing in the middle of the floral sea, she felt trapped in a false sense of gentleness.

The air was permeated with a strong fragrance, almost suffocating.

The spaceship door opened, and a person walked out.

Smiling indifferently, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, yet with not a hint of warmth.

The eyes behind the glasses were calm.

Selene Kane tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile upwards.

"The items are delivered, you can leave now. No meals for you here, and we don’t keep guests."

Such a person, with nothing but experiments in mind.

Probably no room left for any extra emotion.

Selene Kane remembered clearly.

The Empress’s loyal follower, always by her side, listening to her commands, circling around the Empress.

"Miss Kane, long time no see, why are you like an iceberg? So cold that people dare not approach."

"Take care, not seeing you off."

Selene Kane’s tone was cold.

The butler was anxious, frowning, the veins on his temple throbbing, quickly leaning in to her ear.

"Female Master, he’s Your Majesty’s Close Minister, with a distinguished status, we should give him some face, can’t be so ruthless."

"Close Minister"?

Selene Kane was stunned, her pupils contracted slightly.

She initially thought this person was just an unremarkable eunuch in the palace.

At most, a messenger, not taking him seriously.

On the way home, she gradually extracted this person’s background from Caleb Shaw’s mouth.

Caleb Shaw was always well-informed, but when he spoke of this person, his tone was unusually cautious.

A genius scientist, S-level spiritual power, entered the Academy of Sciences at twelve, hailed as a once-in-a-century talent.

By eighteen, he had ascended to the chief position, leading the entire research team, even the Empress had to show him some respect.

But further details, Caleb Shaw suddenly silenced, his expression turned subtle, merely waving a hand.

"Don’t ask, even if you do, you won’t find out, nor understand. This person, too deep a water."

A simple conclusion.

This person, not a good guy.

Seemingly gentle and elegant, yet deeply scheming, with unfathomable means.

No one knows what he’s done in the shadows, or what ulterior motives he harbors.

Selene Kane rolled her eyes lazily.

She leaned languidly against the pillar, her back against the cool metallic wall, supporting herself with one hand.

"How long? I’m still in pain, my Spiritual Sea hasn’t fully recovered, how long can it be?"

"What an unfortunate coincidence. I happen to have some medical knowledge, and have studied mental trauma recovery, why not let me stay and help until you’re fully recovered before I leave, as a way to contribute."

"6."

Selene Kane coldly spat out a number, her eyes fixed on him.

"?"

"Six days?"

He probed tentatively.

Well... six days might work.

The time isn’t long, but enough for him to secretly observe her behavior pattern.

Maybe even find a flaw in her potion-making process.

As long as he watches her closely, something can be gleaned.

The Academy of Sciences researched for years, pouring countless resources, yet couldn’t fathom her potion’s pathway.

The potion ingredients seemed ordinary, even replicable with market materials.

But once mixed, the effects were entirely different.

He too had tried, carefully infusing the potion with S-level spiritual power.

But as soon as it touched, the spiritual power dissipated like steam, without effect.

Impossible to stabilize and adhere, let alone reproduce the same efficacy.

But her potion, not only calmed turbulent mental fluctuations, restored the sanity of berserking Beastmen, but also slightly enhanced spiritual power.

This was a groundbreaking discovery!

In the past, such effects only existed in theory, never truly realized.

In the Interstellar, many Beastmen stuck at their level, unable to break through their whole life.

Even living for hundreds of years, they could only maintain a half-human, half-beast form.

If this potion could indeed break the shackles.

For the entire civilization, it would be a tremendous aid.

It could even alter the direction of species evolution.

At this moment, Selene Kane truly felt she had come to another world.

The way people spoke, thought, and their humor were entirely different from the old Vorath era.