Early in the morning, Lian Qiguang was woken up.
He stared at his messy, fluffy hair, expressionless, looking at 009-a and Lian Xiaozhu hiding behind it.
Seeing the obvious irritability in his eyes, Lian Xiaozhu shrank back behind 009-a even more.
“Second Brother, Big Brother said you should get up quickly. Someone will be here to pick you up soon.”
“Second Young Master, your clothes.” 009-a placed the outfit beside him and bowed stiffly and respectfully.
“I don’t know what else you require.”
“Get out.”
The messy hair covered his eyes, but the low pressure around him made it clear his mood was extremely bad.
“Then Second Brother, hurry up.” Lian Xiaozhu waved and quickly dragged 009-a out of the room.
The door clicked shut.
Lian Qiguang tilted his head and looked at the clothes by the bed, his usually expressionless face briefly looking blank.
After a long moment, the blankness faded. He returned to his usual expressionless state and got up mechanically, picking up the clothes and heading to the bathroom.
……
Ten minutes later.
In the mirror stood a delicate young man dressed in a black suit.
His brows faintly furrowed, but soon relaxed again.
He quickly washed up and walked out, heading downstairs.
Lian Yucheng and Lian Xiaozhu were already waiting.
Perhaps because of the special day, Lian Yucheng did not scold him. He only waved for 009-a to serve breakfast and ate in silence.
Lian Qiguang also didn’t care and sat down.
If there was one thing he was satisfied with in this world, it was food.
After the apocalypse, plants and animals had all mutated. Although the taste was different, humans had developed new seasonings over thousands of years, and cuisine had once again flourished.
However, only a small number of people could actually afford real food.
After the apocalypse, Earth became uninhabitable. Humanity migrated to Blue Star after centuries of drifting through space.
But even on Blue Star, farmland was scarce, and most crops could not grow properly.
As a result, vegetables became incredibly expensive luxury goods, reserved for nobles and the wealthy.
The rest could only rely on nutrient solutions.
Lian Yucheng, while not nobility, was still wealthy. He owned a company in the interstellar entertainment industry.
After breakfast—
Lian Qiguang lazily curled up on the sofa, expressionlessly wiping his black Tang blade.
Lian Yucheng frowned when he saw it.
“Where did that come from?”
“Bought it.”
He didn’t even look up.
Lian Yucheng examined it but said nothing more.
The blade was named Qianming, a companion of nearly thirty years.
He had once accidentally discovered a piece of mysterious iron in a spatial relic. Over half a year, he refined it with fire-type ability, fused it with dragon bone and his own blood, and forged this Tang blade.
Later, he further refined it, embedding five level-30 cores, seventeen level-25 cores, over a hundred below level 20, and even one level-45 core.
“Did you finish the documents I gave you yesterday?”
“……”
Lian Qiguang paused slightly.
Tilting his head, he seriously thought about it.
He remembered only flipping through the beginning before abandoning it.
But looking at Lian Yucheng’s serious face—
He nodded earnestly.
“Finished.”
“A visitor has arrived. Open the door?”
A metallic voice came from outside.
“009-a, go open it.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
The door opened.
A row of stern men in military uniforms stood outside, neatly aligned.
The neighbors even opened windows to watch the spectacle.
“Who are you…?” Lian Yucheng asked.
“I am the adjutant of Major General Xiahou, An Yi!” the leading man saluted sharply.
“We are here to pick up Madam.”
“…Not at night?” Lian Yucheng frowned.
“The Major General said tonight is the engagement ceremony. Madam should go early to try on the wedding attire.”
“Wedding attire?” Lian Yucheng was slightly surprised.
Before he could continue—
BOOM!!
A loud crash came from inside.
“Something’s wrong!”
Lian Yucheng rushed in.
The soldiers followed immediately.
Inside the room—
Lian Qiguang stood expressionlessly beside the sofa, holding his Tang blade.
Under his foot lay 009-a, smoking faintly.
Lian Xiaozhu stood nearby, stunned.
An Yi’s smile cracked.
The soldiers behind him looked at each other in confusion.
“What is going on!!”
Lian Yucheng grabbed Lian Qiguang and pulled him aside.
“This is already how many times?!”
“He attacked me.”
“…Second Brother,” Lian Xiaozhu said carefully.
“009-a only tried to clean your wound when you were injured.”
“Oh.”
Lian Qiguang nodded calmly.
“Misunderstanding.”
“You—”
“Are you here to take me?”
He turned to the soldiers.
The men immediately snapped upright and saluted loudly.
“YES, MADAM!!”
Lian Qiguang’s grip tightened on the blade slightly.
His expression remained calm.
But inside—
His hand felt itchy.
He really wanted to cut them.
“Go with them.”
Lian Yucheng forced down his anger.
“Try on the wedding outfit. Xiaozhu and I will come tonight.”
Then he added sharply:
“No causing trouble. No fighting. And absolutely no kicking people again!”
Silence.
Lian Qiguang looked at him seriously.
After a long pause:
“I brought a blade. Don’t worry.”
“I’m very skilled at cutting people. I won’t get bullied.”
He turned and walked out.
“……”
Silence filled the room.
“……”
Everyone froze.
“Lian Qiguang! Leave the knife behind!!”