As night deepened, the little courtyard fell silent. Moonlight slipped through the window lattice, spilling softly into Lu Yuan's bedroom.
Lu Yuan sat propped against the broad headboard, dressed in loose pajamas, his fingertips resting casually on his knee.
Warm yellow light glowed in the bathroom. A sheer, translucent curtain hung between them, and five graceful silhouettes could be made out faintly beyond it. Gentle splashes mingled with the women's soft laughter, delicate and tender.
Ye Qingyue, Xia Qingyin, Jiang Xuanran, Celicia, and Shamirra had long since grown close, their hearts in harmony. At that moment, they were washing up together.
Their shifting silhouettes played across the curtain: silver hair, golden hair, and black hair mingling together; their figures graceful, charming, statuesque, or soft and delicate. A tenderness welled in his heart as he watched.
Lu Yuan gazed at the hazy shadows behind the sheer curtain, the corners of his lips lifting involuntarily as a faint smile spread through his eyes.
But in that moment of peace—
The unexpected happened!
"Beep—"
A soft yet unusually clear alert suddenly sounded from the smart assistant on his wrist.
The smile on Lu Yuan's face faltered, and his brows knit slightly.
For some reason, with his wedding about to take place and his interstellar voyage just ahead, that single alert filled him with a powerful sense of foreboding, like a dark cloud suddenly pressing down on his heart.
His gaze sharpened. All traces of ease vanished as his thoughts stirred.
An urgent message from Xiao Chengjun appeared at the very top of the screen.
"Xiao Chengjun?"
He was the Lord of the Country of Great Xia, and the most powerful person on Blue Star.
Lu Yuan wondered what could have prompted him to reach out now.
So,
he tapped the message open.
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