"Um..." Yuan Muying glanced around, afraid someone might come by at this moment. She was clearly hesitating over whether to say something difficult to voice.
Joining the Women's Legion meant they would at least be absolutely loyal to me. I knew that very well.
And as that loyalty deepened, it could easily develop into a powerful dependence on me. I vaguely knew the answer in my heart, so I asked, "Is it affection?"
Yuan Muying froze for a moment. When she looked up at me, her face flushed, and she stammered in panic, "That... that's not it, Martial Uncle. I... I just—that is... well, I... I want it."
She had gone from flustered to throwing caution to the wind. Yuan Muying had made up her mind.
Although the Women's Legion had their own small groups, each group was extremely united, and everyone's ultimate goal was to consolidate my rule over the territory.
So in the end, they could never escape having a relationship with me. It was hardly strange for them to think this way.
After enduring ten thousand years of trials, their feelings could no longer be called merely budding. They had practically become the cornerstone of their hearts. No matter what, I could not reject such feelings, so at this moment, I could no longer hesitate as I had back then.
Rejecting their wholehearted devotion would only make them grieve and suffer.
"It's very important to you, isn't it?" I watched the hazy tears swirling in her eyes, along with the doubt that this all felt unreal, and of course understood all the preparations she had made for me.
"More important than anything..." Yuan Muying nodded firmly.
"Then you won't call me Martial Uncle anymore?" I asked with a smile.
"If possible." Yuan Muying nodded again.
"Then don't.