Those were matters of youth; she was not convinced. Perhaps to satisfy that pitiful bit of self-esteem in her heart, she approached Yan Nanmo intentionally or unintentionally, just to prove that there was absolutely no such thing as a completely devoted good man in this world. Unexpectedly, Yueyue sank into the quagmire.

However, the result was a slap in her face.

Looking back now, it seems laughable. At that time, being young and reckless, having been deceived once, she generalized that all the men in the world were scumbags, unable to bear her sister’s happiness, all just due to her dissatisfaction and jealousy at heart.

Later, after figuring it out, she took the initiative to leave home and married Ruan Wencheng, from then on living a peaceful life of supporting her husband and raising children.

Looking at Yueyue from a distance, her happiness is her own happiness.

Thinking of Yan Nanmo’s phone call yesterday, she couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh.

Originally, I just wanted to pretend to be sick to keep Yueyue, but unexpectedly, cancer was discovered.

Having lived to this age, she’s long seen through it all. Death isn’t frightening to her; if anything, it’s a subtle release.

——

Yan Nanmo returned to Capital City, immediately went to Linshan, and didn’t come out until the moon was high in the sky.

Just as he got home, the secretary delivered an invitation.

The coronation ceremony of the Princess on the sixth of June, inviting him to attend.

Yan Nanmo held the invitation and looked at it for a long time, eventually sighed helplessly: "Cancel all my plans for that day."

"Disobeying military orders, Sara, are you aware of your crime?" The man’s eyes were cold as ice, his presence terrifyingly intimidating. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Sara curled her lips, "Sir, they’re just a bunch of undocumented natives, so what if they’re dead? What, do you plan to punish me for these worthless lives?"

He didn’t believe Cilin would actually do it.

Cilin drew a pistol, aimed at Sara’s head, "You brought this on yourself."

Sara’s heart skipped a beat; no one could manage to laugh when a gun’s pointed at their head.

"You kill me, he won’t let you off." Who "he" referred to was only understood between them.

This remark not only didn’t deter Cilin but further provoked his anger; he disengaged the safety, saying coldly: "Then go ahead and try."

With a ’bang,’ the gunshot resounded like thunder in a clear sky, echoing all around.

A large bloody hole appeared in the center of Sara’s forehead, her shock and reluctance gradually coagulating in her dilated pupils, finally collapsing with a loud crash.

Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events; Sara’s followers glanced at each other, and before they could react, a team swiftly disarmed and detained them.

To prevent leaks, these people couldn’t be allowed to remain.

But Cilin didn’t want to harm innocent people, so he decided to imprison them.

The natives were frightened by this change, looking incredulously at the man, only Mo Sang’s eyes flashed with a mad flame.

She knew it was Zeus who saved her.

Cilin gave a signal, and someone immediately went over to open the cage’s door, yet no native dared to step out, as they feared the weapons in their opponents’ hands that could instantaneously claim lives.

"Don’t be afraid, everyone. This is your homeland; I won’t seize your home. I only wish to discuss something with you." Cilin spoke gently, a world apart from the arrogant and sinister Sara.

Mo Sang saw the man beside Zeus appear, acting as Cilin’s translator, translating his words for them word for word.

Mo Sang glanced at her unconscious father, stood up, and coldly said: "What do you want to discuss?"

Cilin glanced at the woman, seeing her entirely naked, quickly averted his eyes, and threw his coat at Mo Sang’s feet.

Mo Sang didn’t pick it up but cautiously examined the man.

Cilin coughed once, "Put on some clothes first."

Dylan’s eyes were fixed on the sky, "Do you trust Zeus?"

Mo Sang said firmly: "I trust him." Such a resolute tone, as if Zeus was the faith of her entire life.

Dylan smiled: "Since you trust him, put on some clothes and let me explain slowly."

Mo Sang hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick up the clothes. These indigenous people, who had never seen the world, had never seen such fine clothing, both soft and comfy. The clothes were large, reaching her knees, and carried a subtle warmth, felt very cozy when worn.

"Here’s the thing, these people occupied this small island for certain reasons, making you innocent victims. If Zeus hadn’t agreed to their terms, you’d likely not be alive right now."