Cixi watched the two little cubs finish their meal and fall asleep before getting up and leaving the cabin.
Alger walked over, clearly having waited outside the door for a long time. Seeing Cixi emerge, he saluted, "Your Majesty, there is something..."
Cixi raised an eyebrow, "It's about the child of the Ink Race, isn't it?"
Alger nodded, "Yes. The insect generals accompanying the little Highness said that he is very good to the little Highness, and even stood against the young chief of the Ink Race for him."
Cixi nodded, "He's a good child. Tell the insect generals to quietly protect him. Also, quietly send someone to teach him."
Alger frowned, "Teach him?"
Cixi nodded and let out a cold snort with an unreadable expression, "Hmph, it's time for the Ink Race to change their ways..."
Alger's lips curved slightly as he said, "Yes."
Cixi strode towards the command center. With the birth of Luo Qi, the Insect Race appeared more and more frequently in the galaxy, and the problems that followed also increased.
"However, when did you start caring about a child of another race?"
Alger clicked his tongue, "Perhaps the longer I follow the little Highness, the softer my heart becomes."
Cixi remained noncommittal, "Since that's the case, then pay more attention and see if that child of the Ink Race can support their race."
Alger nodded and, after escorting Cixi to the command center, went to arrange for the personnel to be infiltrated into the Ink Race.
He sighed and looked out the viewport at the vast expanse of stars. Don't think he didn't know why Bosya was so eager to return to the Insect Planet. It was to see Liya as soon as possible!
He didn't know what Liya saw in him; he was not dignified at all!
However, Alger only thought about it in his heart. He heard that the King was already urging the two of them to hold their wedding. He wondered if they could quickly give birth to another new cub to accompany the little Highness.
Alas, he was indeed the Insect King's foremost insect general, having to be loyal to His Majesty and also worry about his brother.
Hmph, a perfect rhyme.
Alger admired himself, "I'm so amazing."
In the office of the Federal Chairman, Aji was watching a video on the screen. It was unclear what was being shown in the recording. Aji's subordinate only saw him watching something for an entire morning and continuously laughing.
Aji wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes and looked condescendingly at the grey-robed Taoist priest who had fallen straight down in the recording, his tone filled with mockery:
"I think these people of the Ink Race have water in their brains. Who else could they provoke but the little Highness of the Insect Race?"
The subordinate raised an eyebrow, clearly also thinking of the recent widespread "kindergarten struggle" in the galaxy.
"Regarding this matter, does the Chairman favor the Insect Race?"
If he remembered correctly, the Chairman had always wanted to eliminate the Insect Race.
Aji sighed deeply, "Oh, it doesn't matter whether I favor them or not. Anyone with eyes can see it.
One is the rising sun at birth, while the other is a grasshopper in autumn. Isn't it obvious?"
The subordinate was puzzled, "Chairman, you've always wanted to deal with the Insect Race. Why do you seem so happy to see the Ink Race embarrassed?"
Aji closed his eyes, "Yes, I originally disliked the Insect Race, but the Insect King even sent the matter of my parents to me.
Besides, I'm not targeting the Insect Race or the Insect King, but that interesting little fellow."
The subordinate was even more confused, "You mean, the little Highness of the Insect Race?"
Aji rubbed his temples, "Yes, you don't know how cute that little fellow is."
The subordinate scratched his head. Everything their Federal Chairman did, every word he spoke, was whimsical and unpredictable, but there was never anything that they, his subordinates, could easily understand.
Seeing Aji close his eyes as if he didn't want to say more, the subordinate bowed to retreat, only to hear Aji suddenly say:
"In at most ten years, and at least five years, there will definitely be a war between the Insect Race and the Ink Race."
The subordinate stopped in his tracks, "Then which side should we help?"
Aji shifted his position on the chair, sinking into the wide backrest, "I won't help the Insect Race, nor the Ink Race, but perhaps, I'll help that little fellow a bit."
After the subordinate left the room, Aji stood up and piloted the flying ship himself, leaving the Federal Star.
The flying ship sailed out of the Federal Star, and the surrounding star systems gradually thinned out until the ship landed on an inconspicuous small planet.
This planet was originally a garbage planet, the very planet where Aji's parents had died.
Aji had saved a lot of star coins over the years and finally bought this planet. All the garbage on it was cleaned up, and evergreen grass and small pale purple flowers were planted.
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They were not precious varieties, but they were the only flowers that could grow on this planet.
Perhaps when his parents were carrying him, they had also seen these flowers.
The events of that time were too long ago. Even though the Insect Race had sent clues, they could not be investigated clearly in a short time.
Aji looked down at the grassy area. The soft grass was brushed by the breeze, as if gently caressing his pant legs.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling the wind blowing from the place where his parents were buried, the floral fragrance permeating the air, and the soft grass blades.
His voice drifted into the air, "Dad, Mom, are you alright?"
"A child told me that I miss you, and you miss me too."