A flash of intense anger crossed the face of the man wearing the black mask!
The milky white milk stained his mask, and he shook his hand, reaching out to take it off.
Milk clung to the mask.
He lowered his head, and traces of milky white milk still clung to his eyelashes. The little fox blinked open its eyes dazedly, only to see an exquisitely handsome face approaching it. His complexion was pale and devoid of color, yet he was breathtakingly handsome.
It was a handsomeness that bordered on the uncanny, capable of making one’s heart race too fast.
This handsome man looked at the little fox, then reached out and flicked its head.
"Is this a place where you can run wild?"
The silver-white little fox whimpered, its voice childish and sounding utterly wronged.
Why couldn't it run wild!
Wuwuwu!
You bastard Ling Qianhe!
Does having a face make you so smug!
When he regained his memory, he would definitely regret this. Look at him, so pleased with himself right now. Was this how he bullied his incomparably adorable wife?
This silver-white little fox was so wronged it was about to cry.
Big, round tears trickled down its cheeks, splattering onto its own fur. It looked up with a wronged expression, then cautiously glanced at the expressionless man opposite it, and let out another owu.
A wise fox doesn't fight when the odds are against it.
Besides, the man in front of it was also her man.
Not now.
But eventually, he would be.
"I’m hungry..."
Her voice was pitiful. She saw it; there was another serving of milk on the table behind him! She could smell the milky aroma from the small glass bottle!
The little fox gazed longingly at the milk on the table, eager to taste it.
The man opposite her chuckled.
"You really want to drink it?"
Seeing the little fox nod earnestly, he turned around and put it away.
"Unfortunately, there's only one serving per day. The one for today was already spat out by you, so there's absolutely no second serving."
"Tsk tsk, what a pathetic little fox."
The little fox’s eyes widened in disbelief. It stared at the man in front of it, its first reaction being disbelief. However, this cold and stern warden gave her no opportunity.
He directly took the bottle of milk, turned around, and went to the table to deal with his documents.
Lin Muci slumped into a heap, her belly appearing soft and round. While sighing, she drew small circles with her paws, yet she couldn't help but sneak glances at Ling Qianhe.
His current identity was that of a warden...
Therefore, he appeared even colder and more unapproachable than in any previous encounter.
Even when he was a born demonic seed devoid of emotion.
At least when he was a prince, he had a bit of charm.
This great ice mountain now made her anxious and angry, leaving her with no way to approach him. But... as Lin Muci looked at his face, at his focused profile, at the slight raise of his eyebrow as he fiddled with the handcuffs beside him, and the hint of a cold smile on his lips.
Lin Muci found herself, maddeningly, having a surge of affection again.
Ahhh, this was her first time in prison...
The man opposite didn't even glance at her.
He was engrossed in his official duties. One of his subordinates, the one in charge of the Eighth Prison’s inmates, walked in and said.
"The new supplies have arrived today?"
"Has the little fox had its milk?"
Lin Muci immediately began to wuwu again. She extended her little paws and flailed them desperately, her movements incredibly fierce. The warden cast a cold glance at Lin Muci.
After a cold snort.
The warden said.
"Milk will be given tomorrow."
The person opposite said, "Oh."
"Right, Warden, the people from the Canghai Empire have already departed..."
He was merely reporting as a matter of routine, not expecting his warden to suddenly look up and ask.
"The people from the Canghai Empire are gone?"
"Right, have the Canghai Empire and the Yun Jing Federation started fighting? Give me the battle data from the past few years."
"Also, how much do you know about the Canghai Empire and the Yun Jing Federation?"
He had been immersed in his mental power cultivation and hadn't paid much attention to the disputes of these small countries. The subordinate opposite hesitated before answering.
"I don't know much..."
"I only know that the intensity of the battles between the Canghai Empire and the Yun Jing Federation is extremely high, affecting several nearby star systems, and even showing signs of spreading to other empires. However, the Canghai Empire is currently at a disadvantage, being suppressed by the Yun Jing Federation."
"The Canghai Empire has existed for too long, and all aspects have become outdated, while the Yun Jing Federation was initially established by imperial dissenters and has rapidly occupied several major star systems, including some extremely important resource planets. And although the Yun Jing Federation was blockaded and suppressed by the Canghai Empire in the beginning."
"However, after enduring the initial hardships, the Yun Jing Federation's technological level has advanced by leaps and bounds. It is rumored that a large number of scientists from the Canghai Empire have fled to the Yun Jing Federation."
"Moreover, the Yun Jing Federation is said to have a supremely talented Federal Grand Marshal named Ji Feng, whose commanded battles have an impeccable winning record!"
"The Canghai Empire has offered a sky-high reward across the entire universe, wanting to kill this Marshal Ji!"
"But it has not succeeded so far. Instead, Ji Feng has won several important battles consecutively, and the empire is now on the verge of collapse. It is estimated that it cannot hold on much longer, as the Federation is now superior to the Empire in all aspects."
"It's just that the empire's high command is stubbornly holding on for the sake of the pride of a long-standing Great Empire."
The Eighth Prison was quite unique within the entire interstellar universe.
It belonged to no faction.
It was relatively independent. Inmates from any country or faction could be sent here.
The warden of the Eighth Prison rotated the laser pen in his hand, and a faint, extremely cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, followed by a low, cold chuckle.
"Oh?"
"The situation of the Canghai Empire is not looking good."
He looked at the little fox; her eyes were still bewildered.
Her mother was deemed a federal spy and executed, which was why she was sent here.
And now that the Canghai Empire's situation was dire, he had informed the Canghai Empire's envoys that this little fox had failed to differentiate and died.
This meant that no one would care about this little fox.
And no one would look for her again.
Looking at it this way.
She could perhaps truly become...
A hidden gift stashed away in the Eighth Prison.
As long as she safely passed the differentiation period and was nurtured, it wouldn't be a problem.
However, the prerequisite for being a pet was that the pet must be sufficiently obedient. If this pet was not obedient enough...
A fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He wouldn't mind making this little fox disappear forever!