Hearing those heartfelt words, Xi Yan flushed a little. Swamped by the crowd, he was at a loss for what to do. In the end, Xu Yuejin and Yu Shuo, who had hurried over, rescued him.
Xi Yan broke free of the crowd, breathing a little fast, his face faintly red.
Those words were too sappy. He couldn't bear to hear them.
They made his eyes sting.
"It seems you're not suited to handling situations like this," Beta remarked.
"It's just a little awkward. A physiological issue." Xi Yan's expression quickly turned cold again. "I'm the Empire's dictatorial marshal. I don't care what anyone thinks of me. They're merely tools for producing resources."
"Marshal, you're lying. I can tell that you deeply love your empire and your people. However, to cultivate the image of a ruthless marshal and make the Empire more obedient to you, you have to suppress your feelings and try to stage more acts of terror to demonstrate your authority," Beta said slowly.
"Shut up, Beta. I don't need a personal psychologist."
"What's more, you're very emotional. Injustice provokes your anger and murderous intent, while beautiful things can move you and bring you satisfaction. You believe you can sacrifice anything for the Empire, but what you've always pursued is an ideal society. Yet to control this empire and ensure its safety, you have to suppress..."
"Shut up! You fucking idiot AI!"
"Very well. You have to maintain your cold-blooded persona. But I must remind you that, in literary terms, what has always flowed through your veins is love for humanity, fairness, and justice. No matter how brutal you appear to the outside world, Marshal, everyone will still love and respect you rather than fear you-"
Beep.
With a dark expression, Xi Yan switched off the wristband that