But why would the marriage partner be a prince
Isn't the prince a man
Han Yan frowned slightly, keenly aware of something strange. He lowered his head and opened the book in his hand titled "History of the Development of Zerg", reading the obscure and strange words on it with difficulty, trying to find the answer from it.
When the palace housekeeper, Lord Yechi, arrived at the hospital on the orders of the Insect Emperor, it was already close to one in the afternoon. He stood outside the ward with a group of well-trained servants, looking inside through the visiting glass window, and saw the rumored stupid Ashya sitting on the bed reading a book seriously. His expression changed subtly for a moment.
The negative rumors about Ashya may not be completely groundless. Lord Yechi had met him once before the Aedmon family fell into decline. In his memory, Ashya was clearly stupid and had difficulty even speaking and reading. So when did he learn to read
Lord Yechi thought about this and subconsciously looked at Admon, who was standing beside him with a nervous expression. He seemed to have guessed something, but he did not expose it. He smiled and said, "It seems that Lord Ashya's condition has improved. This is really a cause for celebration. You don't have to worry about it anymore."
Lord Yechi was extremely well-mannered and possessed the virtues and qualities that a housekeeper should have. There was no trace of contempt on his face. Even a blind man could see that the Aadmon family was just pretending and was eager to curry favor with the royal family.
Ademon was eager to finalize the marriage, and immediately added, "Actually, Ashya's condition has improved a long time ago. The doctor said he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I watched this little bug grow up. He has been kind and smart since he was a child. Look, he even remembers reading books while in the hospital!"
The more he praised, the more it seemed that he was trying to cover up his own faults. Lord Yechi did not say anything when he heard this. He just took the gift prepared in advance from the servant beside him and handed it to him, saying politely: "If that's the case, then it couldn't be better. Every male insect is a treasure of the empire's future. I hope you can take good care of Lord Ashya. This is just a small gift, not a token of respect."
Admon had his eyes on more than just these gifts. He saw that Lord Yechi had been beating around the bush, and he was so anxious that he asked directly, "May I ask if Your Majesty has decided on a partner for the Eighth Prince? Is there any hope for Ashya?"
Lord Yechi remained calm and soothed him, "Sir Ademon, please don't worry. This matter concerns the lifelong happiness of the Eighth Prince, so the Insect Emperor will inevitably be extremely cautious. If there is any news, I will inform you immediately."
He was like a slippery ball. He seemed to have spoken a lot, but in fact, he said nothing. To sum it up, the core content was nothing more than three words -
Under such a gaze, you will feel that all the dark thoughts in your heart are exposed.
The smile on Lord Yechi's face was very familiar to Han Yan. It was a polite and distant smile, but one that could not be revealed due to some reasons. It was very common when discussing business in the mall.
Ademon didn't understand why Yechi had been staring at the ward, and asked in confusion, "Master Yechi, what are you looking at?"
Lord Yechi came back to his senses upon hearing this, and slowly withdrew his gaze. He then smiled apologetically at Admon, turned around and left with his servants.
After Lord Yechi had finished his perfunctory words to Admon, he was about to say goodbye and leave. Before leaving, he paused slightly, turned his head as if he had realized something, and looked into the ward. He was caught off guard by a pair of extremely calm blue eyes. There was no ignorance in his eyes, only clarity and brightness.
The ward is soundproof, so outsiders should not be able to hear it.
Lord Yechi didn't know. He only knew that he had visited countless nobles in the past few months, but no male was willing to marry the Eighth Prince, Jia, because they all refused openly or secretly because of the female monarch.
When Lord Yechi thought of this, he couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
He read at this slow pace with difficulty, trying to understand this strange world before him bit by bit, with a focused and serious expression, as if nothing could disturb him.
strangeness…
The text of this book is very strange. It is a mixture of traditional and simplified Chinese characters as well as various uncommon and rare characters. The radicals are shuffled and some irrelevant radicals are added, so that it looks familiar yet unfamiliar.
"Oh, nothing."
His gaze was so penetrating that the "person" being stared at could not ignore it at all.
Han Yan copied out the familiar words from a passage, then filled in the blanks by referring to the meaning of the preceding and following sentences, and slowly translated the passage in its entirety.
awaiting notice.
Lord Yeqi once suspected that he was dazzled, but when he looked carefully, Han Yan had already retracted his gaze and continued to look at the book in his hand.
On the other side, Admon had returned to the ward. It can only be said that he and Johnny are worthy of being father and son. He started to curse as soon as he entered the door: "Old man Yeqi! Do you really think that I must marry into the royal family?! Ashiya is a male insect with a blood purity of 50%. What kind of female monarch can he marry? At worst, we won't marry her!"
A lame female insect who cannot compete for the throne is obviously worthless in the eyes of those greedy guys. Even if Gain is a prince, it is of no use. After all the calculations, the most suitable marriage partner is actually the fool Ashya.
Lord Yechi recalled the scene just now and frowned. He felt strange in his heart. How could such a look appear on a fool who couldn't take care of himself? Or did Ashya's brain get better after the accident
Hearing this, Han Yan looked outside thoughtfully, only to see a group of "people" in luxurious clothes standing at the door of the corridor. The man in the lead was whispering something to Ademon, and it seemed that he was about to say goodbye and leave.
Johnny was too lazy to stand outside and wait for someone to come to him, so he turned around and went back to the ward. He closed the door with his backhand, then spat heavily on the ground and cursed: "You old bastard Yechi! If there is no hope, then just say there is no hope. Why are you beating around the bush? He is just a prince who can't get married, and you really think he is a treasure!"
Johnny was lying on the sofa and said irritably: "Then you have to go back to the third-class star to live. After all, you still owe 50 million star coins for gambling debts."
Han Yan paused as he heard this, frowned, and asked, "You still owe a gambling debt of 50 million star coins?"
Ademon had not noticed that his son was completely different from before. He was like a balloon that had been punctured when he heard this. He lost his arrogance and shook his head with a sad face, saying, "No, I just paid back 10,000 star coins last year, and there are still 49,990,000 left. Insect God, it seems that we still have to find a way to form an alliance with the royal family. I don't know if the Insect Emperor will agree to this marriage."
"meeting."
A calm voice sounded in the ward, it was Han Yan.
Admon and Johnny looked at him subconsciously: "Why?"
Han Yan did not answer immediately, but quickly calculated something on the paper, his expression indifferent but rational: "According to the reproduction rate data of Salilan Law last year, the current number of male insects in the empire only accounts for 10% of the total number of star people in the world, and among this 10%, only 1% of the male insects have blood purity above 45% and are also nobles."
"The weekly magazine reported that the eighth prince, Jia Yin, is about to enter the puberty period. The Insect Emperor is selecting a suitable male insect mate for him. That means he must choose from this 1%, eliminating male insects that already have female monarchs, are too old, or have not yet entered adulthood. There are very few options left."
Han Yanyu pulled out an entertainment magazine from the pile of messy books, stared at the front-page headline and read: "And according to the magazine, the eighth prince Jia has lost the qualification to compete for the throne because of his disabled right leg, and the noble male insects avoid him..."
When he read the four words "right leg disabled", there was a subtle change in his tone for a moment, but it was hidden too deeply to be easily noticed.
Han Yan concluded: "They have no choice."
Ademon was stunned when he heard this: "Ashiya, you... why are you not stupid anymore?"
Johnny was equally surprised: "When did you learn to count?"
"… "
Han Yan ignored them, and just put the messy books on the bed aside, then lay down and closed his eyes and said, "I want to rest. If you don't have anything to do, don't make a noise to disturb me."
He needed some time to digest what he had just read in the book. As Han Yan had guessed, he had been reborn in another world, but this world was completely different from Earth because the people living here were all bugs.
That’s right, bugs. Whether it’s Admon, Johnny, or Han Yan’s current body, they are all bugs.
The name of this country is Salilanfa. Billions of years ago, their ancestors evolved from insects into humans and possessed advanced intelligence that is no less advanced than that of humans. They developed the country step by step into its current prosperous state, with technology far surpassing that of the Earth.
However, this country does not distinguish between men and women, but only between males and females. Female insects have wings and are powerful in combat, and are responsible for giving birth to offspring, while male insects are rare and weak, and have a very high social status.
Because of the extremely unbalanced male-female ratio, the empire once took a series of measures to increase the reproduction rate. For example, a male insect can marry multiple female insects. The more female insects he marries, the more welfare subsidies he will receive.
However, apart from the internal structure of the body, the female insects in this country do not have any female characteristics and look no different from ordinary human men.
In short, there are no women in this world.
The only way to distinguish between female and male insects is to look at the back of the neck. The back of the female insect's neck has insect patterns, while the back of the male insect's neck is clean.
But these are not important to Han Yan at all. Merchants value profit over separation. He is far more interested in money than anything else in the world. Compared to things like "no woman" and "about to marry a man", he cares more about the gambling debts that Ademon owes.
Forty-nine million, nine hundred and ninety thousand.
Four thousand, nine hundred, ninety-nine, ten thousand.
Han Yan closed his eyes, and this string of numbers kept rolling over and over in his mind.
If the interest is not counted, and they continue to pay back at a rate of 10,000 per year, it will take them 4,999 years to pay off the debt. Data from the "History of the Development of the Zerg" shows that the average life expectancy of the people of Salilan is around 200 years, which means that they will have to go through at least 25 reincarnations to pay off this huge debt.
Han Yan felt inexplicably upset.
He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless. Just when Ademon thought he had fallen asleep, Han Yan suddenly asked, "Can we sever our father-son relationship?"
Ademon didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"
Han Yan: “…”
Han Yan: "Forget it, it's nothing."
Let’s just make do with it for two days.
For the next half month, Han Yan stayed in the hospital to recuperate. Apart from occasionally getting out of bed to exercise, the thing he did most was reading. When he learned about the existence of such a thing as a terminal, he turned to browsing all the knowledge about this world on the Star Network.
Half a month was neither long nor short, but it was enough for Han Yan to have a preliminary understanding of the main structure of the Salilan Law. Female insects were responsible for defending the country on the battlefield, while male insects were responsible for pleasure and spending. Compared with advanced technological weapons, the country's entertainment industry and aesthetics had obviously gone to another backward extreme.
Although there are many types of goods sold on StarNet, compared with the dazzling promotional methods and bundled discounts on Earth, the activities are too monotonous.
Variety shows are the most important pastime for ordinary people in their spare time. However, for Han Yan, who is accustomed to the various kinds of entertainment in later generations, the content is really lacking and boring.
Although the take-out catering industry already exists, there is no clear management system, which has led to it being popular only in prosperous main urban areas, while other places are still lagging behind.
These were all flaws, but in Han Yan's eyes they became business opportunities. He stared at the contents on the computer and pondered for a moment, his fingertips tapping the mouse unconsciously, and he suddenly became very interested in this unheard of world.
Business opportunities are, in a sense, equivalent to a steady stream of money, and for a profit-seeking businessman, there is nothing more wonderful in the world than this.
Johnny had just finished the discharge procedures downstairs. When he came up, he saw Han Yan sitting in front of the terminal, checking information as usual. The warm sunlight from outside the window shone in, illuminating his gentle and graceful profile, as well as the ambition deep in his gray-blue eyes.
Han Yan's injuries had long been healed. With the treatment of special drugs, the blood scabs on his face fell off little by little every day, as if he was also undergoing a rebirth. When Han Yan washed off the heavy drugs on his face, revealing his smooth and white face, Johnny could no longer remember his original appearance.
It was hard to explain why Johnny was a little afraid of Han Yan. He habitually wanted to throw the things in his hand to him, but he was caught off guard by the pair of gray-blue eyes and was inexplicably startled: "Here are your clothes and the glasses you just got. The aircraft is waiting downstairs. Change your clothes and hurry downstairs to leave the hospital."
In the end, Johnny didn't dare to throw them away and handed the clothes and glasses to Han Yan.
"knew."
Upon hearing this, Han Yan gently turned off the computer, then threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walked directly into the bathroom with his clothes, and after a long while he pushed the door open and walked out.
Han Yan had obviously taken a shower. His light blue hair was half wet and steamy, and his clean white shirt made him look very elegant. He buttoned his sleeves slowly, then walked to the bedside, opened his glasses case, took out the gold-rimmed glasses and put them on. His blurry vision finally became clearer.
Han Yan looked out the window. In the distance was a field of tall buildings that looked completely different from those on Earth. The view was broad and clear. "The degree is just right."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Johnny, adjusted his glasses out of habit, and said in a light tone: "Let's go, you can be discharged from the hospital now."
There were still many patients in the corridor on this floor. Han Yan slowed down his pace unconsciously when he passed the doors of those wards, wondering if there were people inside who had been reborn like him. But he remembered something and retracted his gaze again.
Recognition is not important to Han Yan and will only cause more trouble.
Johnny had been following Han Yan. He struggled to push away the nurses in the corridor who were staring at Han Yan in a daze, and chased after him and asked, "What were you thinking about when you were standing at the door of the ward just now? Are there any bugs in there that you recognize?"
Han Yan: “I didn’t think about anything.”
Johnny didn't believe it: "Really, you didn't think about anything?"
Han Yan: "I was wondering how you are going to pay off the 49.99 million gambling debt."
Johnny choked when he heard this: "Then let the insect god bless you to get married quickly, so that the royal family will help us pay off the debt. Otherwise, we will all be exiled to a third-class garbage planet because of our debts."
He gloated after he finished speaking, "But Lord Yechi hasn't sent any news yet, so the marriage is probably off. Ashya, what a pity, your guess was wrong."
However, facts proved that Han Yan had never made a mistake in his life, because not long after they were discharged from the hospital and returned home, they received a call from Lord Yechi.
(End of this chapter)