The next morning, Su Qiao arrived at that remote frontier planet.
When she jumped from the aircraft onto the grass, she was met by countless wary people and the muzzles of their guns.
"D-Daughter?"
When he saw Su Qiao in a neat silver-gray mecha suit with her hair tied up, Su Beicheng was so shocked that his mouth fell open.
The burly men around them, all holding guns and standing ready for battle, were likewise stunned.
Daughter?
Was it really what they thought?
Was this petite but beautiful young woman, whose entire body radiated a chilly aura, the precious daughter whom Marshal had kept hidden away, afraid that even a glance might hurt her?
But... hadn't they said that Marshal's daughter had been born without any supernatural ability and was frail and sickly?
She didn't look like that at all!
If they had known she looked like this, they would have...
Even if they had known, they still wouldn't have had a chance—unless they weren't afraid of being skinned alive and having their tendons pulled out by Marshal.
"It's me."
Su Qiao held a large silver case in her hand as she swept her gaze over the people around her.
Their clothes were tattered, with dried bloodstains still visible on them. Some even had leaves perched in their hair, making them look as if they had just rolled through the underbrush.
Miserable!
Those two words were enough to describe these people.
Su Beicheng finally recovered from his shock. He hurried forward and anxiously gripped her shoulders. "Daughter, how did you get here?"
His delicate and fragile daughter should have been sitting at home in safety and comfort, drinking juice and reading a book.
Seeing her on this exceptionally dangerous little planet was something Su Beicheng had never even dreamed of.