Old Matters

"Of course. After all, we only have this one daughter, don't we?"

As the Void Empress awkwardly called him "husband," a tall figure gradually revealed himself.

He was standing... right beside the Void Empress.

Or rather, he had always been there. He simply hadn't wanted Ximen Lang to discover him before, so Ximen Lang hadn't been able to see him.

But now that his wife had called out to him, he naturally couldn't keep hiding.

"Next time, you can call me something more intimate. If you do, I'll definitely be very happy."

A few words were enough to make even the Void Empress, a powerful woman who wasn't even human, blush.

Seeing this scene, True King couldn't help sighing with emotion.

"Even weak humans aren't completely useless, are they? At least when it comes to emotions, compared with their mere few decades of life, our marriage, which has lasted for hundreds of millions of years, is hardly anything special—like an infant newly born."

He picked up several novels scattered on the ground that portrayed relationships between men and women in great detail...

"These books describe emotions... with remarkable delicacy. I've gained quite a lot from them! If we had put aside our contempt for ordinary people, those ants, earlier, I believe we wouldn't have ended up like this today."

The Void Empress was also quite moved by his words.

However, when she recalled True King's earlier claim that "we only have this one daughter," the Void Empress, unusually, took the side of fact. She didn't bicker with True King, but seriously corrected him.

"Although I don't think much of that brat, he is still our son."

"So?"

"So we have one son and one daughter. We have both a son and a daughter."

"Even though he is so stupid, without