"Mother!"

A clear, crisp young girl’s voice pierced the silence.

Kate lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed in from outside the hall.

She threw her arms around Eliza Windsor’s arm, practically hanging onto her.

"You can’t do this! Among females, how can you use the male’s approach? It’s too vulgar! We hail from a noble matriarchal lineage; such lowly actions have no place!"

"I forbid you to touch her!"

As she spoke, she deliberately positioned herself between the two people.

Eliza Windsor was taken aback, casting her daughter a complex glance and sighing helplessly.

"You silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I was just... confirming the situation, nothing else."

"A female shouldn’t casually touch another female’s pregnant body, that’s basic etiquette! Moreover, you yet... oh, I’m just anxious!"

A dignified S-level Peak Beastman, Empress of the Empire, commanding an army of millions.

Yet now, she was being publicly reprimanded by her own daughter. Where’s her face to save?

What made her more exasperated was that both she and the Imperial Husband were top-tier S-level Beastmen.

With powerful genes, pure bloodlines, and combat strength among the best in the entire Star Sector.

So how did they end up with such a pure-hearted little bunny?

Selene Kane indeed had quite a few peculiarities.

The probability of consecutively bearing S-level offspring is one in ten thousand.

Virtually defying the basic laws of genetics.

She herself had given birth to a bunch of children, leaving quite a bit of lineage during her early campaigns, and not all of them met spiritual power standards.

Not to mention all those carefully selected and filtered husbands.

But Selene Kane...

In just three years, she bore two S-level children, and the third one has yet to be born.

But the fetal breath is exceptionally strong, highly likely to be of top-grade quality again. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

If she can indeed give birth to an S-level baby every time, the value is simply immeasurable.

Enough to overturn the combat power structure of the entire Star Sector, possibly even alter the balance of power between Empires.

It might also be that her way of pregnancy is entirely different from others.

The nurturing process doesn’t rely on traditional copulation but on some kind of unknown gene activation mechanism.

This is what made Your Majesty harbor such absurd thoughts and indecent desires.

Eliza Windsor didn’t even turn her head, her back straight, her robes slightly fluttering in the breeze.

"Colonel Shaw, what are you standing there for? Take the people away, seal off the information; no one is allowed to leak a word of what they saw today."

Caleb Shaw stood with his hands behind his back, his military boots firmly nailed to the ground.

His legs wanted to move for a long time, his muscles already tense, toes slightly leaning forward.

However, he gritted his teeth, suppressing his natural instincts, not taking a single step.

The surrounding guards didn’t dare to lift their heads.

They stood stiff on the spot, shoulders slightly trembling.

The metallic sheen on their armor coldly reflected the shadow cast by the palace eaves.

They knew that standing here were not just ordinary guards.

But pawns on the edge of the whirlpool of power.

Is such a matter something they could witness?

Even if their ears are listening and their eyes are watching, their hearts must pretend that nothing happened.

Not listening to what shouldn’t be heard, not seeing what shouldn’t be seen, that’s the rule for survival.

If they act on impulse, show even the slightest emotion.

Their corpses might be buried by wind and sand, never to be known.

"Lord Shaw, you two are already married, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up!"

He adjusted his focus while urging in a lowered voice.

Originally, he only wanted to curl up in a corner, catch his breath, and close his eyes for a moment of rest.

Even being considered a lazy bones didn’t matter anymore.

But with a loud shout from the Messenger, he was suddenly awakened, once again dragging his weary body onto this stage of fate.

Hearing that Selene Kane was pregnant again, he was more excited than the Empress, even neglecting to sit on the spaceship.

Only one thought churned in his mind.

He must capture the first photo!

It’s a symbol of hope, the continuation of the future royal lineage.

His legs nearly moved uncontrollably forward.

Cold wind poured into his throat, painfully cutting, but he didn’t care.

Selene Kane tilted her head, a smile on her lips.

Yet inside, she cursed furiously.

"Immediately! Now! Get out of here!"

"This damned place, I can’t bear another second!"

"Kidnapper! Get lost!!"

She hated the hypocrisy of the palace, hated the inescapable identity, and hated those who manipulated her like a pawn.

But she could not move, could not shout, could only smile.

Yet in reality, a tear slid down the corner of her right eye, fine and bright.

They looked at her, feeling compassion, yet no one knew, that tear wasn’t out of sadness.

"I..."

Caleb Shaw seemingly snapped back to reality, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.

Once clear and transparent like emeralds, those eyes were now covered with a heavy shadow.

"I’m sorry, I can’t obey."

He did not look at the Empress, only holding the person in his arms tightly.

He had once personally burned incense and swore in front of the holy altar, an oath like iron, inviolable.

He once believed loyalty was everything.

But today, he’d rather bear the name of a traitor than push her into the abyss again.

"She is my Female Master. Please retract the order."

Selene Kane could feel how much he was suffering.

He wasn’t putting on a brave front but resisting the pressure of the entire world with his flesh and blood.

He feared losing her, feared harming her.

But even so, he still chose to stand in front of her.

But she didn’t soften at all.

She did not care for his repentance, nor did she need his protection.

She only wanted to reclaim her freedom, even if it meant stepping over corpses.

This embrace at this moment was nothing more than overdue atonement, and she did not appreciate it.

Her life was in someone else’s hands, her body used as a tool for reproduction.

And he, at least had a choice, at least could stand up and say no.

But what about her?

She didn’t even dare to voice her anger loudly, only able to disguise compliance with silence and tears.

Why should she forgive?

Why should she be grateful?

Eliza Windsor suddenly turned around, pressure crashing down like thunder.

Caleb Shaw fell heavily to one knee, his voice sounding as if a hammer fell on the ground.

Caleb Shaw’s knee hit the stone steps with a dull thud.

Lady Lynn sighed softly, silently stepping back half a step.

She watched the scene before her, a trace of reluctance in her eyes, but ultimately said nothing.

"You dare defy me?"

Eliza Windsor’s voice was not loud, yet it carried an oppressing pressure.

"I don’t dare."

Caleb Shaw replied in a low voice, raspy, yet without a hint of fear.

He clenched his teeth, even tasting the flavor of blood on his tongue, yet never let go of his embrace around Selene Kane.

Eliza Windsor protected Kate by her side.

So the young woman could only anxiously hop up and down, unable to even touch a hair.

Kate opened her mouth, wanting to shout but unable to, only able to wave her hand anxiously.

She extended her hand, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier, her fingertips unable to reach Caleb Shaw’s hem.

She knew how strong her mother’s pressure was, and she knew how powerless she was at this moment.

But the surrounding guards couldn’t hold on.

Heath Vance frowned, his face pale, evidently equally uncomfortable.

Selene Kane knew, at this time she was supposed to act weak and helpless.

But she just didn’t want to act anymore.

"Your Majesty, I’m sorry."

Caleb Shaw lowered his head, voice raspy, blood trickling from the corner of his lips,

Blood drops dripped down from his chin, splattering like a dark red flower on the ground.

But he didn’t even attempt to lift a hand to wipe it, as if the pain had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power, overwhelming like a storm, descended from the sky,

Suddenly pressing down in their direction!

Eliza Windsor’s expression tightened, pupils contracted sharply, quickly turning her head around.

Just as she was about to take action, a silhouette stood in front of her.

Caleb Shaw stepped forward, his steps firm, standing steadily in front of Eliza Windsor.

He slowly lifted his eyes, a flash of silver light passing through his dark pupils.

Immediately after, an even more violent and turbulent spiritual wave exploded.

The recoil force completely shattered the attacker’s spiritual power,

The air seemed to echo with an invisible scream.

On the other side, Zane moved in a few leaps, his figure like lightning, appearing directly behind Selene Kane.

He landed lightly at her side, chin raised.

Let out a short, cold snort.

"Colonel Shaw’s background has always been a mystery, so secretive, pretending to be so profound. Now it seems, it’s not a secret at all."

He paused, his tone full of disdain.

"Just a loyal watchdog."

Selene Kane heard these words, her heart trembled violently,

She turned abruptly, grabbing Zane’s arm.

"What are you doing here? Who told you to come? Leave immediately!"

"I’m fine, don’t worry about me."

Zane grinned, a nonchalant smile on his face.

But deep within those eyes, there was a clear concern and tension for her.

A sickly sweetness rushed up her throat.

The next second, a mouthful of hot blood sprayed out without any warning,

But Selene Kane seemed to not have seen this scene at all.

She still had her back to Caleb Shaw, her gaze coldly sweeping over everyone present.

"System, I’m done with this game, find someone else."

She was fed up with the feeling of fate being controlled by others.

"Partnering with you is truly suffocating."

"Host, don’t say that, currently the strongest here only possesses S-level spiritual power."

After a brief pause, the system continued.

"Your spiritual power does not actually come from you, but from the child in your belly."

"To be precise, you are now carrying two fetuses with S-level spiritual power."

Selene Kane froze suddenly, her pupils dilating instantly,

"!!"

After a few seconds, she managed to speak with difficulty, her voice trembling slightly:

"Then right now I..."

"Have reached SS-level spiritual power. Please maintain a good mood, the system will protect you throughout."

She looked down at her slightly protruding belly,

Suddenly, an overwhelming rush of emotion surged in her heart.

She almost couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

So that’s how it is... it was all a sign.

Finally... it’s my turn to take the stage.