No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1630: Live for Yourself

For this, the Queen had the King order an attack on the home planet of the Dream Ling flowers.

A selfish whim, as trivial as child’s play.

The King yelled several times, yet there was no response from outside. He was not a fool and quickly understood; while he was calling out, his hand behind his back was inching closer to the scepter set aside.

Hannah saw through his intentions in a glance, yet did not stop him, just quietly observed, "Your Majesty, the King, do you truly believe that with a royal scepter you could kill me?"

The moment her words ended, the scepter was smashed straight down onto the ground.

She let out a light laugh, still standing in her original place.

The King hurriedly bent over to pick up the scepter, stepped back several paces, and put some distance between himself and Hannah, "Hannah, don’t forget, I am your father. Do you really wish to commit patricide?"

The crime of patricide, a horrendous act against nature, is universally despised.

But Hannah didn’t care, "A hundred years ago, I died once. All debts that were owed have long been repaid."

What Three Principles and Five Virtues, what moral laws of heaven and humanity—these might have bound her a century ago, but a hundred years later... they are all but a joke.

Seeing himself at a disadvantage, the King softened his tone to buy time, "If you kill me today, the entire Empire... no, the entire galaxy, have you thought about how they will view you?"

"Who cares about how others see me?" She stepped forward, casually picked up a fruit knife from the table, and said indifferently, "One lives for oneself to see."

Let others say what they will.

Chattering about others all their lives, only to lead their own lives into chaos.

The King’s hand holding the scepter trembled, the gems atop the scepter charged with power, with brilliant light flowing through them, "Hannah, if that’s the case, then don’t blame me, your father, for being ruthless..."

His face twisted with a grotesque expression, madness evident in his eyes.

The power contained in the scepter could almost destroy the entire palace, yet when it came just before Hannah, it was as if merely a light breeze.

She still stood in the same spot, her smile deepening as if with a sigh, "A hundred years have passed, yet Your Majesty, the King, remains as—foolish."

Even with the power of the scepter, the King was no match for Hannah, not even close to harming her.

Watching the approaching figure, he finally panicked, "No, you can’t kill me. Hannah, you’ve forgotten, I am your father. When you were little, I held you, I took you to see the stars, do you remember..."

His face contorted with a pleading tone.

"See the stars? At what age?" Hannah mounted the steps, bent down, and looked down on him from above.

The King cried profusely, "Five years old, no, it was seven years old..."

He couldn’t remember, or perhaps he never cared at all.

Looking at his pathetic plea for life, Hannah only wanted to laugh, "The year I turned five, that was when you ruined Southport. As a husband, a father, you betrayed my mother, you betrayed our family, and the whole Southport. Ten million lives, countless humble pleas."

"When mother was kneeling before you with me, begging desperately, did you ever spare a thought for old affections! Did you ever consider being my father! A traitor, what right do you have to beg for forgiveness!"

"No, that’s not true." The King shook his head in terror, "Hannah, father loves you, I do care about you, don’t you remember what your mother said, she mentioned..."

Mentioned what?

Those vows that were said.

Those were the shackles on Hannah, which she could not break free from, only to obey the King’s orders time and again.