"Eek..." The girls all wore expressions of either malice or excitement. Even Xiao Siwang, who had been pretending to be a piece of furniture, stared in stunned disbelief, as if she couldn't believe a relationship could be so thrilling.
You were a little brat who didn't even look old enough to have started high school, yet you understood it in an instant. Was there something wrong with the way the Empire's nobles were educated?
Feifei asked curiously, "How did you know?"
"Of course... the embassy. The embassy used to be pretty good at gathering intelligence."
Feifei clearly didn't quite believe him, but she didn't press the small matter for long. Instead, she mused, "Then, if Duke Yarosang really can return to Kuisant in time and take command of its defenses, could he stop the ginger cat from getting through?"
Yu Lian felt that not only did he want to let the duke go now, he even wanted to give him a few ships.
But considering that the Kuisant sector also had shipyards and arms factories, he hoped Duke Yarosang would pull himself together and not disgrace himself. He had to mobilize a sizable fleet, if only to live up to his titles: Imperial Marshal, Privy Councilor, and one of the Empire's 48 founding dukes.
That was where the transmission ended. On the screen, Duke Yarosang opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't come up with anything to save face. He merely gave a flat, humorless snort and cut off the feed.
From beginning to end, he never showed any personal resentment toward the man who had killed his son. If nothing else, that showed that the "Guardian of Kuisant" had cultivated truly formidable composure.
As for those armed merchant ships, most had already sunk into the gravity well,