The more Leng Yaozhu read, the more her head throbbed. A nameless fury surged up from the depths of her heart.
What did they mean by marrying into a family to seize its inheritance?
What did they mean by an old cow eating tender grass?
She admitted that she was indeed drawn to the boy's beauty.
But it was pure affection. She absolutely had no designs on Universal Group.
...Well, perhaps it was not entirely pure.
Her communicator vibrated again.
Leng Yaozhu had not wanted to bother with it.
But when the corner of her eye caught the avatar that had popped up on the screen, her entire body froze.
Yun Ming.
Leng Yaozhu stared at those two words, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time without coming down.
It felt as though something had lightly scratched at her chest, leaving behind a sour, bitter feeling she could not put into words.
She hesitated for a moment before finally tapping it open.
"Yaozhu, you have truly gone too far this time."
"That child is only in his teens, while you are already over a hundred."
"If you truly marry, what will the world think of Shrek? What will they think of the Spirit Pagoda?"
"Whether in experience, state of mind, or lifespan, the gap between you two is as vast as heaven and earth."
"If you are only doing this to anger me, there is no need to go this far—ultimately, the only one you will hurt is yourself."
"Let go. The balance among the Federation, Shrek, the Spirit Pagoda, Universal Group, and the various powers has reached an extremely fragile tipping point. One misstep could trigger chaos across the continent."
"And the Holy Spirit Cult and the Abyss Plane are still watching from the shadows..."
Leng