He pointed at the woman and whispered, "That woman is Princess Fya of the Yalake Kingdom, Her Highness Ming. She is a very generous highness. I brought her three thousand high-speed assault rifles and forty thousand umbrella energy cells this time, and she gifted me local specialties worth fifty times the value." Boluobolu lifted his two tiny paws, turning them over, and grinned with drool running down his chin, "A fifty-fold profit! Heh heh, after deducting travel expenses, I can pocket a pure profit of forty times!" Gu Xiechen sat down on a long bench, resting his hands comfortably across the backrest, quietly observing Fya.

Ming. A truly pleasing woman, with a perfect figure and appearance. Her short black hair and black eyes gave Gu Wuchen a sense of familiarity. After all, Boluobolu was clearly not a member of the human race, which had made Gu Xiechen hesitate quite a bit; he truly didn't want to deal with non-human entities again, even if this one was highly intelligent.

But that was all there was to it; Fya. Ming's first impression on Gu Wuchen was merely aesthetically pleasing. Kan Hua leaned to one side, heavily exhaling a plume of smoke, and nudged Dukat's hip with his elbow: "Brother, what do you think of this woman's looks?" Dukat shot Kan Hua an angry glare, rubbing the spot where he’d been hit and murmuring fiercely, "I'm not interested in women. Can you stop sticking around here?" Shrugging helplessly, Kan Hua looked up at Dukat’s head and sighed, "You’re so much taller than me, my hand just happens to reach that exact spot!" Dukat glared at Kan Hua, but this time his gaze held only annoyance directed at the slug-like Kan Hua, the aggressive killing intent that usually permeated his eyes completely gone.

Kan Hua stared back fearlessly, provocatively pulling faces at Dukat, essentially communicating: I’m touching your butt, so what? You gonna hit me? Go on, hit me if you dare! As the two were locked in this childish staring contest, Gu Xiechen began applauding vigorously.

Fya. Ming's speech was brilliant; at least, Gu Xiechen found it brilliant. She recounted the history of the Yafike Kingdom, tracing back the past glories and greatness of the realm, listing the efforts and contributions made by every past king for the happiness and well-being of their people. Finally, her address turned to the civil war currently plaguing the kingdom.

She denounced the ambitious scheming of a certain prince with heartbroken grief, fiercely criticizing him for colluding with outsiders to seize control of the kingdom's government for personal power. In conclusion, Fya. Ming passionately waved her arms, demanding that the kingdom's citizens bravely stand up, fighting back to prevent the populace from falling into the grasp of an ambitious schemer. She pleaded with the citizens to remember the lifelong toil of her father for the Yafike Kingdom and to enthusiastically join the resistance force she was leading to repel the ambitious prince's army and restore the kingdom's splendor!

"Mmm, not bad, not bad, quite rousing! But it's speaking into a void!" Gu Xiechen clapped hard while softly mocking Fya. Ming's effort as fruitless. Perhaps Fya.

Ming was the only person in the entire square who hadn't seen through the performance. All the elderly people in the plaza were either still dozing off, unmoved, or watching Fya. Ming with amused smiles, as if watching a puppet show. The lines on the old folks' faces were soft, their gazes clear and gentle, like the eyes of newborn infants.

Gu Xiechen couldn't even detect the slightest impurity in their eyes. "A race with a highly developed spiritual civilization! A race that... deserves to be beaten down and thoroughly thrashed!" Gu Xiechen defined the citizens of Yafike, looking at Fya.

Ming, whose eyes were already beginning to water, with a slight touch of pity. "Poor princess, truly pitiful!" Unnoticed, wiping a trace of moisture from the corner of her eye with her sleeve, Fya. Ming smiled faintly at the elders in the plaza, then clenched her fist tightly and shouted, "Please remember, the glory of the King of Yafike guides us forward! I, Fya.

Ming, as the legitimate representative of the Yafike Kingdom, swear that I will always protect the citizens of this kingdom, and I will never abandon any of you!" The elderly applauded enthusiastically, still smiling gently at Fya. Ming, without a single sign of skepticism, without the slightest ripple of emotion. They were merely applauding heartily, just as they might applaud a moving, classic opera they had just witnessed in a theater; their applause was encouragement for Fya. Ming, the sole performer.

Fya. Ming’s compassionate gaze swept over the citizens below. Not a single young or middle-aged man had attended her speech; not one young man was willing to serve the Yafike Kingdom. She felt a profound sense of helplessness and powerlessness.

Didn't these citizens realize that the rebellious Prince Daogen had colluded with foreign powers, preparing to devour the entire Yafike Kingdom whole? Suddenly, Fya. Ming spotted Gu Xiechen and, behind him, Dukat and Kan Hua. She simply couldn't ignore Gu Xiechen's group; they were the only young people in the entire square besides herself.

Fya. Ming, her composure slightly shaken, walked down from the low platform and strode directly toward Gu Xiechen. She looked down at him with warm intensity and eagerly asked, "Sir, are you also a villager from Hagwiser Village?" Tall, tall, so tall... Gu Xiechen looked up in surprise at Fya.

Ming standing before him. Sunlight streamed from behind her, making every strand of her lowered hair shimmer with golden light. In that sunlight, the fine, almost invisible down on her fair, delicate, porcelain-like face was clearly visible. In her long, beautiful phoenix eyes, her two dark, bright pupils shone like stars in the black night, gazing fixedly at him.

Unmoved, he smiled faintly and gently shook his head, "I apologize, I am not a villager of this place." A breeze blew past, carrying a subtle fragrance from Fya. Ming—a scent so faint, so light, so comforting. It wasn't the smell of flowers or herbs, but the natural scent of a person. It was an aroma that inspired a sense of security, reminding Gu Xiechen of the feeling of burrowing into a quilt that had just been sun-baked when he was young.

Gu Xiechen was slightly lost in thought. Fya. Ming shook her head in disappointment, and her short, ear-length hair moved playfully. She placed her hands on her hips, bent down, and stared intently at Gu Xiechen, asking, "Then, citizen of the Yafike Kingdom, are you willing to join the army I lead to resist evil?" Gu Xiechen was still distracted, taking a deep breath as he slowly savored the natural fragrance emanating from Fya.

Ming. That scent was pleasant, very comfortable. Fya. Ming looked at Gu Xiechen’s dazed, unfocused eyes and shook her head with disappointment.

Another Yafike man, softened by a life of ease until he had lost all semblance of manhood! Snapping her lips in contempt, Fya. Ming forced down the disappointment rising in her chest and straightened up.