Qing Shihao understood what Xie Changkui meant. He wanted him to draw Ye Zhenwei's fire.
There had never been anything between him and Ye Zhenwei, and he truly could not understand her obsession.
He did not even know why the Ye Family had come to believe such a thing. Perhaps it was because his father, Qing Yuhui, and his uncle, Qing Heming, were twins and looked exactly alike.
So the older generation of the Ye Family had mistaken his uncle for his father. They had also heard at the border that Princess Anvile had once gone out and stayed with Qing Family members the entire time.
Only later did he learn that Old Master Ye had once encountered his uncle and Princess Anvile at the border.
At the time, the Grand Princess should already have been pregnant. The Anvile People reproduced differently from the Alliance's other species; they still gave birth in the most primitive way.
That was why Old Master Ye had seen it so clearly and remembered it for so many years.
Then Ye Zhenwei was born into the Ye Family, and their ambitions instantly came alive.
In truth, if they had properly raised Ye Zhenwei and made her one of the Alliance's finest warriors, they could still have obtained whatever power they wanted.
There was no need to achieve their goals through marriage. Only by working hard and shedding sweat could they earn everyone's recognition in the Alliance.
Just as Qing Zhixun's partner, Hong Xixiu, was doing now—leading from the front.
Haian Fortress had been busy all night. Ye Zhenwei's starship fleet had already reached a sector just 0.02 units away from Haian Fortress.
Once there, she ordered the starships to stop and did not advance any further.
Ye Zhenwei left her office and went to an