This matter was kept under wraps tightly. Before the return of Chief Harrington, Blairand had not revealed anything to the outside. As soon as these words were spoken, nearly all the zergs froze in place, but the most shocked of all was Chairman Croney:
“Pureblood? Are you sure you’ve got this right?!”
The purity of You Que’s blood was only 26%; how could he be a pureblood male zerg?!
However, Chief Harrington had no time to waste talking with them and immediately led his subordinates into the interrogation room. He bent down to check You Que’s condition and found that the male zerg’s body temperature was abnormally high. His heart sank as he silently cursed: “Quick! Get a stretcher and send him to the hospital!”
If anything happened to You Que in the south, they wouldn’t be able to bear the responsibility under the Zerg Emperor’s accountability.
The police station finally realized the severity of the situation, and chaos ensued. Several officers quickly brought a stretcher and rushed You Que to the hospital, while only Director Nair remained sitting on the ground in a daze, his police cap askew, a bright red handprint on his face—an absurdly striking sight.
Chief Harrington went to the hospital, leaving Blairand to handle the situation on-site. From his elevated position, he looked down at Director Nair, who was sitting on the ground. His tone remained as gentle as usual, but the words that followed were less pleasant: “Director Nair, please release His Highness You Que’s female companion immediately, and also go to the hospital to capture the male zerg who frightened His Highness You Que, bringing him back here for interrogation. As long as His Highness You Que is still in the hospital, that male zerg is not to leave the police station, understood?”
By the time he spoke the last sentence, his tone had become stern.
Before Director Nair could regain his composure, Deputy Director Murphy saluted first and said, “Understood, young chief. We’ll carry out your orders right away!”
Sanya sat alone in the interrogation room, feeling as though not much time had passed before a noise came from outside. He turned toward the sound and saw Blairand standing at the door.
Blairand glanced at the officers behind him and said, “Unlock the cuffs.”
The officers immediately complied, stepping forward to release the electronic restraints from Sanya’s wrists. “Apologies for the earlier offense. You may leave the police station now.”
He gestured for him to go ahead as he spoke.
Sanya had already sent a message to Blairand before coming, so he wasn’t surprised to see him. He stood up from the interrogation chair, stretching his somewhat stiff wrists, and said to Blairand, “I’ve troubled you again this time.”
Blairand tucked his military cap under his arm and shook his head. “It’s no trouble at all. His Highness You Que is currently residing in the south. If anything were to happen to him, we’d have a hard time explaining it to the Zerg Emperor. By the way, those officers didn’t give you any trouble, did they?”
Sanya shook his head, not particularly concerned. The cold, white light of the interrogation room cast a blurry dividing line across his body—where the light grew brighter, the darkness deepened. “Better than Blackstone Prison. What about You Que? Is he released?”
Blairand sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. “His Highness You Que had a small issue earlier—he fainted in the interrogation room, but he’s already been sent to the hospital. It shouldn’t be anything serious. Don’t worry too much.”
At these words, Sanya’s brow furrowed, and his expression immediately darkened. “Why would he faint for no reason?”
When Sanya was thrown into prison years ago, he had endured severe torture, and he knew all too well the sinister methods used inside. But no matter what, You Que was still a male zerg—how could the officers dare lay a hand on him?
Blairand could immediately tell that Sanya was overthinking the situation. “Don’t worry. It’s just a sudden fainting spell from high fever. Ah Sui had a fever like that once. He’ll be fine once his temperature goes down.”
Though he said that, Sanya still couldn’t shake his worry and hurried to the hospital to visit. On their way out of the police station, he happened to run into Chairman Croney, so they decided to go together by aircraft to the hospital.
You Que had initially pretended to faint, but he hadn’t expected the illness to hit him so fiercely. He quickly became delirious from the fever, and the last thing he vaguely remembered was being sent to the hospital. His final, fading memory was of the hospital room’s pure white ceiling and the faint smell of disinfectant in the air.
Salaranfa had already seen three pureblood male zergs, and without exception, they had all suffered from fever. With these precedents, the doctors were able to proceed with treatment methodically. By nighttime, You Que’s vital signs finally stabilized.
The interstellar hospital had cleared an entire floor for his treatment. The hallways were particularly quiet at night. When the doctor and his assistant emerged from the ward, they saw four female zergs waiting outside. The doctor approached Chief Harrington and saluted. “Chief, we’ve examined His Highness You Que’s condition. It’s just a normal high fever. After administering the fever-reducing medication, he should wake up within three days at most.”
Chief Harrington frowned. “Why does it take three days? That’s so long.”
The doctor explained, “The physical constitution of male zergs is different from that of females. We were concerned that the medication might be too strong for His Highness You Que to handle, so we only administered one-tenth of the dosage. We’ll gradually increase the amount over the next few days, so please don’t worry too much.”
With a pureblood male zerg unexpectedly staying in the hospital, the director was even more anxious than Chief Harrington. He had nearly called in all the authoritative attending physicians, fearing something might go wrong, and the hospital had been monitoring his vital signs 24/7.
Chief Harrington finally relaxed upon hearing this. “That’s good. You must take good care of His Highness You Que. If anything goes wrong…”
He paused for a moment, his voice taking on a threatening tone. “Neither the Zerg Emperor nor I will let you off.”
Being a doctor had always been a high-risk profession, and it was no different in the Zerg world. The doctor, hearing these words, nodded repeatedly, reluctantly heading inside to join the nurse for the night shift.
Sanya had remained silent all this time, leaning against the cold porcelain wall. His mind was still filled with worry about You Que’s condition, and even after hearing the doctor’s conversation with Chief Harrington, his brow remained furrowed, without the slightest sign of relaxation.
Chief Harrington had been preoccupied with You Que’s fainting episode all day. Only now, when things had calmed down, did he turn his attention to the source of the problem. He turned to Blairand, barely holding back his anger, and asked, “Blairand, tell me, what exactly happened today? Why was His Highness You Que brought to the interrogation room?!”
Blairand carefully considered his words before responding, “It seems that Lord Marlon intends to marry the twin brothers of the Russell family, so he sent Aegis from the Marriage Distribution Bureau to help arrange the match. However, he repeatedly came to harass His Highness You Que, and when His Highness You Que couldn’t take it anymore, a conflict occurred, and…”
Chief Harrington turned green with rage upon hearing this. “Isn’t Marlon almost sixty? The Russell family’s twins are so young! He’s completely ridiculous!”
Blairand nodded. “Father… Ever since that incident years ago, Lord Marlon has been relentlessly suppressing the Russell family. This marriage proposal is probably no different; his intentions are likely far from good.”
That incident?
What incident?
Chief Harrington oversaw the entire southern region, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his days were filled with endless tasks. However, at the slightest mention from Blairand, the memory of that notorious murder case that had shaken the south instantly resurfaced in his mind.
The corridor was empty, and a cold wind seeped in through every crack, chilling his body to the core.
It was only then that Chief Harrington finally noticed Sanya’s presence. He stared at the slender female zerg with gray hair and silver eyes in front of him, a mixture of surprise and suspicion in his gaze. Although he had already heard from Blairand about Sanya’s experiences over the years, he couldn’t help but sigh. “You’re Sanya?”
“Yes.”
Although Sanya had already been granted a pardon, it didn’t change the fact that he had once been a fugitive. He bowed to Chief Harrington, silent and reserved, saying nothing further.
Chief Harrington had actually met Sanya before. He was the most famous among that batch of new recruits, and a rare A-class candidate. If things had gone as expected, he would have been nurtured as a key talent by the higher-ups.
But who would have thought…
Chief Harrington slowly exhaled. “That incident caused you a lot of hardship. After it happened, the police searched everywhere, even using the wings you had lost as evidence. But the Marlon family destroyed the evidence too quickly, and in the end, there was no way to convict anyone.”
Although Harrington was the leader of the southern region, rules dictated that he couldn’t casually convict a male zerg from an aristocratic family. It was only after Beowen’s death that the case ended with a painful and mutually destructive outcome.
“I heard from Blairand that you’re now His Highness You Que’s companion. That’s good. With his status, you won’t have to live too difficultyly in the south.”
Facing Chief Harrington’s sighing gaze, Sanya remained calm. “Chief, the past is already behind us, and there’s no need for you to dwell on it. But as for what happened today… I hope you can give His Highness You Que a fair judgment.”
Chief Harrington nodded. “I’ve already ordered the police station to detain Aegis. We’ll make a decision after His Highness You Que wakes up. For now, take good care of him. If anything comes up, have Blairand report to me directly.”
At the time, Chief Harrington couldn’t convict Beowen, but the truth was, Sanya’s weight was too light—too light for a female zerg. There are no rules that can’t be broken, no scales that can’t be tipped. It all depends on whether the other side’s weight is heavy enough.
Clearly, Aegis was nothing in front of a rare pureblood male zerg.
It was getting late, and Chief Harrington didn’t linger. After giving a few instructions, he left with Blairand. At the door of the hospital room, only Chairman Croney and Sanya remained.
Chairman Croney had gone through so many ups and downs that day, and his mind was still in chaos. Seeing that Chief Harrington had left, he finally got up and grabbed Sanya, asking, “Sanya, tell me the truth—how can You Que be a pureblood male zerg?”
He was worried the data might be incorrect, and his expression showed his anxiety.
Sanya looked at him. “Father, You Que has always been a pureblood. The test was done a few days ago, but because Chief Harrington was not in Central City, the news didn’t get out.”
After speaking, Sanya gripped Chairman Croney’s hand tightly, his voice low and firm as he said, “Don’t worry. We won’t be bullied anymore.”
When Sanya had brought You Que back to the south, he had appeared calm, as though he had endured countless hardships. He would kneel and sincerely apologize, and softly introduce his future partner at the bedside. Chairman Croney had once thought that Sanya had let go of the hatred from the past.
But in this long, dark night, under the dim lights of the hospital corridor, Chairman Croney was caught off guard by Sanya’s silver eyes. In them, he caught a glimmer of coldness, as sharp as a needle.
And so, he knew—Sanya still hated.
It’s just that over the years, he had hidden the sword deep within his heart.
By the time the news reached the Marlon residence, it was already the next morning. The news of Aegis being detained by the police was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating a ripple of disturbance, not too big but still noticeable.
“Lord Marlon, Aegis is currently detained at the police station. They refuse to release him no matter what. Please, use your connections. After all, Aegis was just doing your bidding when he got arrested.”
Aegis’ female companion had arrived early in the morning at Marlon’s residence, almost frantic like an ant on a hot pan. “There are rumors saying that the male zerg Aegis offended is a rare pureblood. Chief Harrington has personally ordered that Aegis be handed over to him for full disposition. You must find a way to rescue him!”
Marlon, nearing sixty, had the marks of age and hardship on his face. He hadn’t spoken a word since Aegis’ female companion entered. He calmly continued enjoying his breakfast until he heard the words “pureblood” at which point his movements suddenly froze. His gaze became sharp as he looked at him. “Pureblood? Are you sure?”
Aegis’ female companion nodded anxiously. “The news has already spread through the military. I heard that Sanya has been granted a pardon and returned to the south. That pureblood male zerg seems to be his partner, and Chief Harrington personally ordered that he be well taken care of.”
Upon hearing this, Marlon’s gaze darkened. He slammed the coffee cup back onto the table, the cup clinking loudly. His expression was a mix of shock and doubt. “What did you say? Sanya actually returned? He’s still alive?!”
Aegis’ female companion, trembling in fear, shook his head. “No, I heard he was granted a pardon from the North.”
As soon as his words fell, the air became eerily silent.
Marlon clenched his fingers, his face turning pale and green, as though lost in thought. After a long while, he finally spoke. “Since it was Chief Harrington who personally intervened, the news is most likely true. Aegis could have offended anyone, but he went and angered a pureblood. It’s already too late for him, let him endure it for now.”
After speaking, he gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence: “Sanya, he actually dared to come back—”
Marlon was agitated. This Aegis was a perfect example of a zerg who couldn’t get things right—he had failed to bring the Russell family’s twins after several attempts and now had stirred up such a huge mess.
Aegis’ female companion turned pale upon hearing this, not expecting Marlon to be so unsympathetic. “But Aegis is still injured. It’s too much for him to be locked up like this…”
“Too much? He’ll endure it no matter what,” Marlon snapped.
Marlon’s eyelids drooped, his expression turning unfriendly. He sneered, “This is an order from Chief Harrington. Do you want me to go head-to-head with him? Let Aegis learn his lesson; maybe it’ll stop him from constantly walking right into danger.”
Although Aegis’ female companion had not expected much when he came, hearing this still made him feel a chill. He wanted to say more, but Marlon no longer wanted to listen. He pulled out the chair and turned to head upstairs. “Butler, see them out!”
On the second floor, a bedroom had been sealed off. Normally, no one besides Marlon dared to enter it, not even for cleaning—it was something he took care of himself.
It had been four days since Marlon last entered this room, and a thin layer of dust had settled on the furniture. Upon entering, Marlon closed the door behind him and took down a portrait hanging on the wall. He wiped it off with a towel, skillfully removing the dust.
The portrait was a black-and-white photo of a young male zerg, with a resemblance to Marlon, unmistakably the late Beowen, who had forcibly removed Sanya’s wings. The Zerg world didn’t have the complex burial rituals of the human world—after death, they were cremated and buried, with only a tombstone marking their passing.
But Beowen had died without a trace, not even a strand of hair left behind. The only way Marlon could remember him was through this photograph. Every time he looked at it, his hatred for the Russell family deepened, and his expression in the shadows even took on a somewhat ferocious look.
He never imagined that Sanya was still alive. Not only was he alive, but he had also received a pardon! That zerg had been severely injured when he escaped from prison, and Marlon had assumed he must have died out there.
How could this zerg still be alive? He should have died a thousand times, a million times over, and it still wouldn’t have been enough to quell his hatred!
As Marlon thought of this, he raised his eyes to the wall where the portrait had hung. He reached out and felt a bump, pressing it forcefully—
“Crack!”
After a light sound, a seam suddenly appeared in the middle of the wall. The walls slowly parted, revealing a hidden room inside.
The secret room was dark and damp, and even with the lights on, it was barely any brighter. As Marlon stepped inside, he could even smell the decay in the air. On both sides of the room were neatly arranged metal display racks, filled with “collectibles” from Beowen’s life.
After the incident, the police had come here, trying to find Sanya’s wings as evidence. However, they found nothing. The shelves contained nothing but expensive antique vases and rare gemstones, nothing too out of the ordinary.
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I just want this Marlon to be dealt with quickly 🥺I just want our sweeties part
As always translator San thanks for the updates 🙏