—He was deliberately avoiding the comms to wait for Madam Tang to soften her stance first.

Now that Madam Tang's attitude had eased, Tang Wen would naturally speak up.

Boran handed him the comms and took the pilot’s seat to fly the shuttle.

Settling into the captain's chair, the first thing he did was slow down.

Meanwhile, Madam Tang tried to persuade him: “Anjier is one of Dragon Art’s most outstanding stars; she was born with a wonderful voice, and remarkably, her private life is clean.

Her family background is also respectable—a rare match in terms of status, son.

Why don't you reconsider?” Tang Wen replied crisply, “No need.” Madam Tang sighed, defeated.

“Then who do you like?” Tang Wen’s thin lips parted slightly.

“Ziye.” Madam Tang: “…Son, stop being mischievous.” Tang Wen pressed his lips together, remaining silent.

Unable to win him over, Madam Tang conceded defeat again.

“Let your mother consider it first.” Then she changed the subject: “Go find Stas at the Unification Department.

Is he plotting something wicked again?” Tang Wen still didn't speak.

Madam Tang instantly understood.

This boy was probably planning something major.

No one knew him better than his mother; she knew him too well! But what exactly was he plotting? She couldn't guess even a tiny bit! After hanging up the comms, Madam Tang sat in her chair and pondered.

She couldn't, and didn't care to, control everything he did.

What concerned her most was her son’s major life event—his marriage.

She desperately wanted to find someone to talk to about her son’s peculiarities.

She wanted someone to confide in.

But could the woman her son liked be mentioned casually to just anyone? Tang Wen was a glaring, moving target across the galaxy.

Recently, since his return and the actions he’d taken, he was likely already attracting trouble.

If she spoke out, Ziye might be plunged into endless trouble before anything even started between her and Tang Wen.

Regarding Tang Wen’s recent actions, she was also somewhat perplexed.

His sudden ‘change of heart’—not needing her persistent nagging—and returning home voluntarily, along with replacing one of the two top designers at the Tang Clan Strategic Weapons Research Institute.

Both these designers were students of Tang Shan.

Collectively, the strategic weapons they were currently designing accounted for 60% of the Tang Clan’s strategic arsenal.

One was Tang Shan’s foremost disciple, holding 37%; the other, 23%.

These two designers disliked each other and therefore worked relentlessly, striving to leave the other far behind.

Consequently, the Tang Clan was well-stocked with weaponry.

However, upon his return, Tang Wen did not give any warning before dismissing the designer who accounted for 37%.

This caused a huge stir within the Tang Clan.

She herself couldn't comprehend it.

These two designers had always been loyal, but she couldn't control her son and had no interest in weaponry, so she didn't understand the specifics and thus didn't intervene.

In reality, she knew that even if she understood the situation, she wouldn't have stopped him.

The saying, ‘A doting mother spoils her son,’ perfectly described her parenting style.

Madam Tang sat and thought for a while.

If Tang Wen was set on Ziye, it wasn't impossible.

However, before that, she absolutely had to thoroughly investigate Ziye’s background and transform her into a beauty worthy of Tang Wen.

There were no truly ugly women in the world, only lazy ones.

She had seen Ziye’s photo before; apart from her exceptionally spirited eyes, the rest of her features weren't stunning, but they were flawless.

With some effort, making her outstanding wouldn't be difficult.

But who should she send for the task? Madam Tang debated for a long time before deciding to go herself! Once the decision was made, she immediately headed to the dressing room to change.

As the Matriarch, she had to dress elegantly and luxuriously every day, balancing taste and temperament—something she was already weary of.

Having a rare chance to go out, she immediately dressed according to her own preference.

She let down her coiled hair, adopting a fashionable and fresh hairstyle, put on a hat that hinted more than it hid, applied a natural makeup look, donned a short skirt paired with ankle boots, and removed the heavy jewelry from her hands and neck.

In less than half an hour, a chic and vibrant beauty stood before the mirror.

No makeup artist or stylist was needed.

—She looked easily twenty years younger.

Madam Tang spun happily in front of the mirror, informed the Clan Head Tang with a brief announcement, and headed out.

After attending the awards ceremony, she participated in the official celebration hosted by Kaga along with the other winning teams, the Feifei Team and the Qingtian Team, only returning to the apartment late at night.

Because Ziye had refused Little Sprout’s request to go see Tang Wen, Little Sprout was unhappy.

Returning to the apartment, it hugged Douzai and muttered, “Son, why are you so heavy? If you were lighter, I’d run away from home with you!” Ziye’s forehead instantly cramped with black lines.

Spending a few days with Tang Wen, it hadn't learned anything from him, but its wings had certainly hardened! She really wanted to hang it up and give it a good thrashing.

She sat on the sofa, snatched Douzai, and held him in her arms.

She casually stroked his fur and said to Little Sprout, “Douzai’s poop already weighs over ten kilograms.

Shall we go back tomorrow and test its performance?” Little Sprout hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What aspect do you want to use it for?” Ziye replied without hesitation, “The jump drive of a Dreadnought!” Little Sprout excitedly pointed the little sprout on its head.

“What kind of Dreadnought?” There are many classes of Dreadnoughts.

Super-Dreadnoughts include Titans and Supercarriers, while regular Dreadnoughts include Aircraft Carriers and Battleships.

Furthermore, there are specialized flagships such as Strategic Freighters.

Ziye poked Douzai’s head.

“Battleship.” She actually wanted to start with a Titan, but the Legion currently lacked the capability, and she lacked the skill, so she settled for the Battleship first.

The fundamental difference between a flagship and a standard vessel lies in the immense size of the hull.

A Titan’s volume can exceed 150,000,000 cubic meters, comparable to a three-star space station! Moreover, its functions are far superior to what ordinary ships can achieve.

Across the galaxy, only four or five factions can currently build Super-Dreadnoughts.

If Wolf’s Den could manage one, they would have much greater leverage in the future.

She planned to hand over the mecha she had been nurturing for the past few days to Jiunian and focus solely on researching flagships from now on.

Her goal: To complete a flagship within three years! Little Sprout looked at her with disdain: “I will absolutely not tell you that last month I swept a Battleship blueprint from that great demon Tang.” Ziye’s eyes instantly blazed with brilliant light, and she reached out a hand: “Let me see it!” Little Sprout snorted, turned its face away, and mumbled sulkily, “You wouldn't even come to see him when he asked.

I’m not giving you the blueprint.” Ziye felt a pang of regret.

If she had known earlier, for a Battleship blueprint, she would have gone even if forced at knifepoint.

But there was no turning back time.

She forcefully suppressed the thought.

“It doesn’t matter.

I’ll just spend more time researching; I can build one eventually.” Little Sprout secretly glanced back at her.

Seeing her determined expression, it grinned slyly, “This great master has other Battleship blueprints too!”