Ye Shaohua had already returned to the Lü family’s castle, where both of her cousins and the King were waiting.
“Shaohua, you’ll stay here,” the King said, his gaze warm and affectionate. “Your old room is still untouched—you can stay with your mother.”
Shaohua tucked her pen into her pocket, then turned slightly to face the King, nodding gracefully. “Thank you, Uncle.”
Her lowered head revealed a delicate jawline, strikingly beautiful.
The Second Prince couldn’t help but shiver as he watched her. The Lü family’s Yin energy had always been formidable, and Shaohua had inherited Lü Xiang’s finest traits—her beauty was unmatched across the entire Mo Planet.
But what struck him even more was how, after just half a month apart, his cousin now carried an aura that overshadowed even theirs.
Even her silhouette commanded attention.
Wasn’t our cousin exceptional too? he wondered. With her looks, physical prowess, and mental strength—not to mention ranking first at MA—how could An Tingyun change his mind so abruptly?
The Second Prince was utterly baffled.
The King paid no heed to his son’s thoughts, focusing instead on Lü Rang. “So, Allen really said that?”
“Yes,” Lü Rang confirmed. “Father, why do you think he suddenly changed? He was always good to our cousin before. Even if she’s married now, why would he distance himself from me like this?”
The King fell silent for a long moment before shaking his head. “Don’t dwell on it. Focus on resolving Shaohua’s situation—we can’t let the nobility look down on her. We’ve already failed her too much. If the An family refuses to cooperate, so be it.”
The Lü family had lived on Mo Planet for generations and were no pushovers. His sister and niece had already suffered enough. If he didn’t stand firm now, the King would despise himself.
Meanwhile, Shaohua had arrived at the small building where Lü Xiang resided. The Queen was comforting her, but both quickly masked their sorrow when Shaohua entered, offering gentle reassurances instead.
Shaohua assured them that leaving the An family meant nothing to her. Right now, she was discussing multi-dimensional nano-mechas with Josie.
The prototype she had built for Jimmy had already succeeded in trials.
Josie asked her to redesign some components for mass production—though true mass production was impossible, given the scarcity of certain nano-metal materials on Mo Planet.
After reviewing the data, Shaohua estimated that the remaining resources could still produce a few more mechas. With optimal precision, these units might reach Tier 6 or 7.
Not just ordinary Tier 6 or 7, but sixteen-dimensional Tier 6 or 7 mechas capable of free transformation.
For now, Shaohua had no plans to mass-produce lower-dimensional mechas. Their pilots’ combat skills were often mediocre, and if these mechas fell into the Zerg’s hands, the consequences for the planet could be catastrophic.
Her decision was firm. Just as she was about to shut off her optical computer, Allen’s call notification flashed.
Since their last confrontation, Allen hadn’t contacted her once—his detachment was unmistakable.
This time, he was probably reaching out about multi-dimensional space theory.
But Shaohua was too busy with the mecha project to entertain him. Even if she weren’t, she had no interest in further exchanges. She replied with a terse “Not available” and closed the interface.
Allen had been checking his messages every few seconds, waiting for her response. When it finally came, it was just two words.
