This was Tangshan's dying wish; she had not forgotten it.

Tang Wen had not forgotten either. Before she even lifted a finger, he had already devised a way to help her, to help Tangshan.

It had to be admitted, Tang Wen was sometimes a good older brother—though strictly limited to sometimes.

She called Tang Wen on the long-range communicator, setting a time to meet, and then summoned Yun Lan. The three of them went to the exhibit warehouse behind the mecha production workshop for a tour.

The biological mecha was humanoid, fifteen meters tall, predominantly a refreshing shade of green. Its metallic surface was like green water, resembling a deep sea, fathomless. The frame was accented with matching shades of light azure and deep forest green, not only achieving peak refreshment but also making it appear not just as a weapon, but as a piece of art.

Most striking were its lines, which were exceptionally clean and fluid. There was not a single piece of superfluous metal, nor a trace of bloated contour; everywhere one looked, it exuded pure tension.

Little Sprout fluttered up to the mecha's head, circled it once, then descended, moving around its body, front to back, examining it thoroughly. It exclaimed in admiration, "It looks fantastic from the top, fantastic from the bottom, fantastic from the left, fantastic from the right, fantastic from the front, and fantastic from the back too! Three hundred and sixty degrees without a single blind spot. Truly worthy of being the work of Big Jerk Tang."

Ziye flushed, thinking silently, That is Tang Wen's handiwork. His mastery was far beyond hers.

When Tang Wen worked for the Interstellar Federation, everyone said he was responsible for warships, implying he naturally lacked outstanding achievements in mecha design. It turned out Tang Wen had been deliberately concealing his true capabilities.

For the Wolf's Den exhibition, he had finally revealed his real level, which made Ziye feel both ashamed and deeply moved.

The innate blood flowing through her seemed stimulated, surging in her chest, making her long to unfurl a pair of wings and soar through the stars.

This was the Tang Clan bloodline.

It was an inherent energy, a yearning for freedom, a hunger for power, a desire to freely roam the expanse of the cosmos.

Generations of the Tang Clan bloodline compelled them to design ever more formidable creations, standing steadfast and heroic between heaven and earth.

Ziye looked up at Tang Wen standing beside her, willingly acknowledging her true nature and heritage, and opened her mouth to say, "Brother."

Tang Wen rested his hand on her shoulder. He said softly, "This is a magnificent piece. Yun Lan is talented; collaborating with him this time proved quite beneficial."

Yun Lan hastily waved his hands. "How dare I, how dare I! Master Tang Wen, you are the true marvel! I still can't believe I had any part in this creation. Before this, I never imagined using biological elements in mecha construction. You opened a door in my mind..."

Ziye listened to their mutual praise reach a nauseating degree and shivered with distaste. "Enough, you two! Since we’re on the topic, you're treating us to a meal today."

Yun Lan nodded like a pecking bird. "Absolutely, absolutely!"

The three toured all the mechas. After instructing the relevant personnel to prepare the promotional catalogs, they went off for a massive feast.

Ziye had actually intended to have Tang Wen look at the warship she had designed as well, but the warship was still in assembly, scheduled for completion in another week. However, after seeing the mecha, she possessed one hundred and twenty percent confidence in this exhibition.

With such a powerful external aid, it would be hard not to succeed, right?

There was just one minor snag.

She firmly believed her warship would be significantly superior to any warship currently available for sale in the galaxy, yet she lacked the confidence that her warship could defeat this mecha.

She absolutely needed to take some measures to elevate her warship to the next level.

What kind of measure should she use?

Ziye looked at Little Sprout.

Little Sprout immediately covered its eyes with its wings. "Master, I saw nothing."

Ziye pondered for a long time. "Can a completed warship undergo reinforcement?"

Little Sprout sprawled lazily on her hand, belly exposed. "Why not? As long as you can get the corresponding metal strengthening agent."

Ziye's eyes lit up. She scooped it up and bolted out the door. "Let's go find that crazy pervert."

Interstellar biotechnology had reached a highly mature level; looking at Peizhe's body, which was harder than steel, proved that much.

However, metal strengthening agents were not as common as biological ones because they rarely achieved the terrifying efficacy of biological enhancers.

Ziye figured if the crazy pervert could make a breakthrough in this area, her warship might see an even greater scope for improvement.

Ziye, full of anticipation, carried samples of the primary metal from her three warships to the Pervert’s Rose Garden. After hearing her request, the pervert took the samples and immediately chased her away.

The reason was simple: manufacturing metal strengthening agents was outside Ziye's domain.

Seeing the pervert summon the pharmacists from his Rose Garden, Ziye realized he now had an independent team for developing elixirs, so she ceased disturbing him, leisurely heading back while cradling Little Sprout.

Only two months remained until the exhibition. Whether a suitable strengthening agent could even be researched, let alone applied to the warship, was uncertain, so Ziye didn't hold high hopes, thus feeling little pressure.

However, she suddenly realized she had been quite idle lately.

The Xilian Galaxy was developing rapidly and was highly systematized. Aside from warship design, she had delegated all other tasks she held, leaving only one: signing confirmation for crucial matters.

This resulted in her suddenly finding herself with nothing to do but sign documents.

Ziye rubbed her forehead. She couldn't recall the last time she had taken a break—it felt like years ago. Having this rare chance for a moment of leisure amidst the busy schedule, she truly wanted to go out and play...

Little Sprout spoke righteously, "All your little friends are busy; how can you bear to be lazy?"

Ziye: "...Then I'll go sleep."

Lying on the grand bed in her room, Little Sprout happily nuzzled her neck, whining in a soft, sweet voice, "Ziye little dummy, should I transform into a human?"

Ziye didn't even open her eyes. "Why?"

Little Sprout rolled over. "Lately, I think An Junlie is a bastard."

Ziye's lips twitched. "And then?"

Little Sprout pressed against her neck. "Big Jerk Tang won't take good care of you either. So, only I can look after you. If I become human, then you'll be mine."

Ziye: "...Child, you're tired. Sleep."

She hadn't closed her eyes for more than a few minutes when the SilverComm suddenly emitted a sound exceeding sixty decibels.

Ziye jolted awake, rubbing her eyes open to check the SilverComm.

The latest model of the SilverComm had an added function where incoming messages were divided into three categories: standard, important, and emergency. Emergency messages would automatically exceed sixty decibels and emit a strong light, ensuring the owner noticed immediately.

This transmission was an emergency alert.

"Ziye, bring the crazy pervert over here." In the SilverComm feed, a person wearing a red shirt over a white button-down was soaked in blood, the fabric stained a bright crimson.

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