Lan could not help thinking, Marshal, who on earth was your language arts teacher? How did they produce a prodigy like you?
Had he not known the Marshal's character... he would surely have thought he was deliberately driving a wedge between the two.
Take, for instance, what the Marshal had said when reprimanding Hua.
What did he mean, the project was dangerous?
The Marshal was unwilling to put Marty in danger, yet he had no such concerns about Hua?
Granted, in terms of fighting prowess, dozens or even hundreds of Martys would be no match for Hua.
But the Marshal had practically raised Hua himself, and their bond ran deep. Those words were far too hurtful. What was Hua supposed to think after hearing them?
Finally, there was the most hurtful line of all.
"How could you and she be the same?"
Whether it was Marty or Hua, all either of them would take away from those words was that the Marshal favored the other.
The Aeon quietly watched the three of them, each wearing a different expression.
Lan discreetly raised his hand and patted Hua's shoulder to comfort her.
Hua lowered her eyes, soon composed herself, and looked up at the Marshal again.
For the first time in a long while, the Marshal's expression turned cold. His face was blank as he first swept a chilling gaze over Hua, then looked at the researcher named Marty.
Marty opened his mouth, searching for the right words. He seemed never to have seen the Marshal look like this before.
He met the Marshal's eyes for an instant, then hastily lowered his head to avoid his gaze.
When he looked up again, Marty's voice trembled.
"Marshal, this has nothing to do with the Crown Princess..."
Xianyu's gaze shifted slightly.
Ultimately, it was