Ming Sheng: "You, you..."
She glanced at the tightly closed door and gritted her teeth, "You have ten minutes to tell me the truth!"
"There's no need to be so anxious," Gu Xingqiao said in surprise, "Ten minutes is not enough..."
"Let me tell you, Cecil has sent an inspector to monitor me. He comes to my place regularly and at regular intervals. He's more annoying than a bloodfly." Ming Sheng said, "Before you finish your words, someone breaks in. I have to help you silence him."
So, Gu Xingqiao spent ten minutes, at the speed of sketching a march briefing, to give Ming Sheng a general description of the whole story between him and Tian Yuan.
Ming Sheng stared at him blankly, her eyes constantly moving between human and inhuman. She was dumbfounded for a long time before she slowly said, "The Tianyuan class... is it the battleship that was larger than the stars and completely disappeared with the end of the Great Purge? It has been regarded as a fabrication and legend, and it cannot actually exist... the Tianyuan class?"
Gu Xingqiao nodded: "Aha."
Ming Sheng couldn't help but raise his hand and press his forehead.
"He is the personification created in the original mothership," Ming Sheng whispered, "He was tricked by the humans of the Glorious Age. Now that he has escaped, he wants to marry you."
"He," Gu Xingqiao corrected, "Yes, we... will get married after we resolve this matter."
Ming Sheng suddenly realized what the white spider he saw on Gu Xingqiao's shoulder that day was.
She exclaimed in amazement: "Great, Gu Xingqiao! What's this script about Long Aotian falling off a cliff and meeting a peerless master? But the only difference between you and Long Aotian is that you have to marry a peerless master in the end, nothing else..."
Gu Xingqiao immediately covered her mouth and said with a sullen face, "What kind of nonsense are you watching all day long? You are talking more and more nonsense."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" Ming Sheng broke away from him. "You have finally come to this after suffering so much hardship. Can't you mention me? Your damn emperor is getting crazier day by day. You can't just give up halfway through your management, can you?"
When she mentioned the serious matter, Gu Xingqiao's expression became serious: "One of the reasons why I came here is to take you away. How far has it developed now?"
Leading him, Ming Sheng walked to the command desk and called up the star view of Dionysus.
"Thanks to you, the scene was so grand," Ming Sheng said, "Don't even mention the two arms. He almost lost them. After he was saved, he could only use bionic arms. You know how those noble families praised and boasted about the 'perfect man born'. Now, the dignified emperor of the empire has become a deformed person who needs prosthetic implants to stay alive..."
Gu Xingqiao sneered: "He had his eyeballs replaced eight hundred years ago, and his bones and reflexes strengthened. I don't know how many patches have been put on his body. He is not a perfect person at all."
Ming Sheng shrugged his shoulders: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, and the plastic surgeon doesn't tell you, who else would know?"
With a swipe of her index finger, she pulled up a recent photo of Cecil and asked Gu Xingqiao to take a look.
The emperor in the holographic image no longer had the vigor and vitality he once had. His face was serious, his eyes were gloomy, and his wrists and fingers were a cold, dazzling white-gold color.