My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Of course. Mr. Yang Hao, you should get some sleep."

"Ah."

Was Sonia's mom putting my head on her lap again? Yang Hao squinted, having given up thinking—let her do whatever she wants. After all, Sonia's mom isn't really going to eat him; at most, she'll just use him as a human pillow... so let her do whatever she wants...

As long as I can get a good night's sleep, that's all I need.

Feeling safe and secure under Sonia's mother's influence, Yang Hao quickly fell into a deep sleep. Sonia, watching Yang Hao sleeping soundly on her lap, smiled and stroked his forehead. She sensed he was genuinely happy; was this the first time he had felt this happy since arriving at Saint-Germain Castle?

She wasn't quite sure. But if he was happy, she should go along with his wishes and let him relax.

“Sometimes I really wish you would tell me more about yourself,” Sonia murmured softly to the sleeping Yang Hao. As she stroked his hair, she realized that she didn’t really know this man well—he had already been willing to understand her, yet she hadn’t tried to understand him. How could that be right? “After all, I don’t have your abilities… If I want to understand you, I can only do so through your words.”

She stroked Yang Hao's hair, and before she knew it, her hand had gently moved along the curve of his hair to his ear and cheek.

She felt the weight of Yang Hao's trust in her was incredibly heavy. His body was so fragile; not to mention anything else, if she exerted even the slightest pressure with her hand, his delicate head would shatter like a watermelon.

"Aren't you worried that one day, when I go crazy, I'll target you?" Monica's mind was filled with this question. She knew Yang Hao trusted her, but she couldn't understand why he trusted her so much.

He said he trusted me because I had previously led the rabbis and younger members to rescue his maid.

But that's not right, is it? Blindly trusting other people can easily bring trouble upon yourself... Aren't you worried that you might be harmed by someone who gets close to you when you go out in the future?

Just because I'm willing to be your puppet doesn't mean others are willing to be your puppets... What if you get hurt because of this?

"A child who doesn't quite know how to protect themselves..."

She gently stroked Yang Hao's cheek, and when she noticed that her actions were making him uncomfortable while he was fast asleep, she stopped what she was doing, and instead held him in her arms, gently coaxing him to fall asleep quickly.

"And you have so much work to do... It's really too much for a child."

Sonia lay back on the bed. She let Yang Hao bury his face in her chest in his sleep, and gently patted the back of the hardworking boy. The exhaustion and peace that came with it made her sigh. She hoped he could get some rest—but the business trip had already prevented him from getting proper rest.

So, what should she do? Sonia was a little troubled... but that didn't stop her from holding Yang Hao in her arms, gently comforting him, closing his eyes with him, and then opening them again.

"Hmm...maybe one day I can help you with some tasks that you don't need to handle personally?"

She sighed softly, kissed his forehead lightly, and then silently lifted his body slightly upwards.

Finally, looking at Yang Hao, who was fast asleep on her chest, she smiled.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Yang Hao.

...... .......

Meanwhile, while Sonia was helping Yang Hao fall asleep, the younger deep-sea hunters, who had returned to their rooms early to rest, were excitedly discussing the changes brought about by their clan mother.

One more radical child believed that the clan matriarch must have found some kind of solace in their current boss. Another, more conservative child, however, thought that the clan matriarch might simply have treated Mr. Yang Hao like her own child—because as beneficiaries of Sonia's maternal love, they had indeed been treated like children for various reasons.

The other two children had no objection to this, but they reached a consensus on whether to support their clan mother's romantic path.

"but..."

"What about Aunt Rabbi..."

"So, Aunt Rabbi is the last single one among her generation..."

They whispered among themselves, hoping that Sonia's mother could find happiness, but they also felt it would be too unfair to Aunt Rabi if doing so would make her the last single elderly person in the village.

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how to say?

Sonia woke up before Yang Hao. When she woke up, it was only 4:20 PM.

When she woke up, she felt very full... But then again, Mr. Yang Hao really is like a child, isn't he?

She smiled as she looked at Mr. Yang Hao, who was fast asleep with his face buried between her chest. She gently pulled his face closer to her, feeling the warmth emanating from him. Her face flushed slightly, but she did not refuse.

"...Really," she said playfully, gently ruffling Yang Hao's hair. "Wouldn't it be better if I didn't wake you up now?"

Sonia carefully lifted Yang Hao from her arms. Then, she placed the sleeping Yang Hao on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and carefully left.

She planned to take a shower first, because her body felt sticky under her clothes... Was it because they were embracing and getting too hot? Sonia thought that was part of it, but more than that...

Is it related to her current jubilant mood? Hmm...

She blinked, and finally chose not to think about it too deeply—at least not outwardly.

......

Sonia secretly brought her casual clothes to the bathroom in her room in preparation for taking a shower.

Aside from inspecting the work and negotiating with His Majesty the Emperor, there shouldn't be any fighting this afternoon. Therefore, Sonia thought she could change into more casual clothes—of course, she would still bring her weapons.

"Um......"

Sonia looked at the showerhead in the bathroom and took off her clothes. She looked at her body in the mirror, the body of this deep-sea hunter once covered with scars from battles with monsters—but which had vanished without a trace because of her race's powerful self-healing ability.

Moreover, ever since becoming a Deepsea Hunter and the leader of her pack, she has been unable to dream. Her sleep has truly become simply "rest," and when her body is sufficiently rested or when she encounters danger, she returns to reality from a world of darkness. Recently, she has sometimes heard a heartbeat very close to her, but after verifying it over the past few days, she has realized that it is the heartbeat of the person she shares a room with.

She loved that sound. To have someone to accompany her in a void, even if it was just a simple sound... she loved it.

"...Phew, how long has it been since I've dreamed?" Sonia let out a soft breath. She tied her hair into a ponytail, then rolled it into a ball inside her shower cap. She turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat. "Sometimes I envy young children. At least they can still dream... I can't dream of anything anymore, I can't dream of anything at all."

Sonia doesn't know if she'll ever have the chance to dream again... but if she can, she'll treat her experiences with Mr. Yang Hao as a dream.

After all, once they return to the Duchy of Kosiché, they may never have such an intimate opportunity again.

She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and began washing her body.

....... .......

Actually, Yang Hao had already woken up while Sonia was taking a shower. He listened to the sounds of the shower coming from the bathroom, while holding his phone and looking at the text message Koschich had sent him that afternoon.

How to put it? It seemed like she was trying to curry favor, or perhaps she wanted to make him happy and relaxed? In any case, looking at the contents of the text message, Yang Hao just smiled knowingly, but he didn't intend to reply to her.

After all, Kosichelle is probably still working right now. It would be better to talk to her properly after I've dealt with everything on my end tonight.

"But about Sonia..."

Yang Hao glanced back at the closed bathroom door. He knew he had to make a decision regarding Sonia—should he maintain their relationship, or end it altogether? Because when he returned to the Duchy of Kosiché, this ambiguous situation would have to come to an end. He had to decide whether to continue or cut ties.

His thoughts? His thoughts were simple. Sonia was the head of his special department, someone he was willing to trust, a woman who had sworn to be his puppet... In a sense, Yang Hao was willing to admit that he enjoyed life with Sonia. If there was anything that made him uneasy, it was that he didn't quite understand Sonia yet.

To be precise, he only knew a part of Sonia... If it were before, before he had explained his wishes to Monica, perhaps he would have hesitated like this until Sonia was willing to take the initiative to contact him?

But now he knew very well... Sonia probably wouldn't reach out to him. This loving, motherly woman, if she felt unworthy, would only stand behind and watch silently. She would rather sacrifice her own happiness to protect the happiness of her [children], but Yang Hao didn't want to see her do that—whether it was for work or personal reasons.

So he needs to be more proactive.

He had to take the initiative. Otherwise, wouldn't all the lessons Koschche had taught him, and the regret he felt when Monica had her accident, have been wasted?

"...Um."

He put down his phone, and just then, Sonia's mother, dressed casually, came out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

She paused for a moment after seeing that Yang Hao was awake and sitting on the bed. Then she looked at Yang Hao apologetically:

Did I wake you up?

"I guess so. But I've been awake for a while now." Yang Hao shrugged, then waved to Sonia's mother: "Could you come over here for a second?"

"Yes."

Sonia nodded in confusion, then sat down next to Yang Hao at his invitation. Just as she was about to ask him what was going on, she was surprised to see him resting his head on her lap.

"Um... Mr. Yang Hao?"

It wasn't her invitation; he did it on his own initiative. This surprised Sonia, but also made her somewhat happy.

"It's nothing. It's just that, Sonia—when we go back to the Duchy, could you take care of me like this every now and then?" The man, his head resting on her lap, closed his eyes comfortably. "Ah—you've practically spoiled me rotten. If you don't take care of me when I go out, I probably won't know what to do..."

"...Hehe, I didn't mean for you to become like that!"

"That's the truth anyway."

"...I understand now."

Sonia was at a loss for words.

She didn't know what the joy welling up inside her meant... but if Mr. Yang Hao really became a cripple because of her care... well, that's okay too.

"...I'll take good care of you, okay? But please don't ask me to cook for now, shall we?"

"I will look for Monica."

"hehe."

She gently stroked Yang Hao's hair. She felt that this dream of hers could last a long time.

Chapter 28

On the evening of July 9th, Yang Hao first led a group to inspect the progress of the construction team before returning to the palace with satisfaction. He was amazed by the Emperor's private construction team; he had never imagined they would come up with such a creative design—one designed solely to ensure that the prey trapped in the snare would watch itself die while still alive.

“We deliberately left a place that would create a wind tunnel, right here at the main entrance—it will be blocked off from the outside later, and we’ve also installed a high-temperature recording device on it so we can record the curses of those poor souls and see if those desperate bastards can reveal any useful information.”

"Does this really work?"

"Of course. Just like a well-trained slave will call out his master's name when he is desperate—those councilors from the Sherlock Holmes nightclub should also sing their masters' names before they die, so that we know whose face the iron fist should smash when the time comes."

"Okay, I understand—and how many people can this wind cave hold at most?"

"That's about the amount of oxygen over 100 people need to breathe every ten minutes, right? Maybe they'll even kill each other to live for another ten minutes? If you're worried that someone might survive, don't worry—we've placed a large amount of pure Originium that has been turned into bombs above the wind cave. And we've also hidden two barrels of strong liquor in a compartment under the carpet, so that the pungent fumes can choke them to the point of ecstasy at any time."

"Oh..."

In short, besides completely eliminating any possibility of survival for any member of the Imperial Diet after the plan began, the designers deliberately left several "windows of opportunity" for them. This was to allow them to survive longer amidst the flames and smoke, thus increasing their "crimes" that could be recorded in history by cursing His Majesty the Emperor. At the same time, they wanted to see if their cursing would point to the target of the upcoming civil war—that is, to make them shout their master's name before they died.

Of course, they might say nothing, or they might just keep cursing the emperor until they die—but it doesn't matter. They're all going to die anyway, and once they're gone, His Majesty's troops and officials will take over most of their territories, and then a thrilling civil war will begin—so, it doesn't matter.

Hopefully, they'll suffer a terrible death. Yang Hao nodded with satisfaction the whole way back, while Ms. Sonia was slightly displeased with his actions and was now gently patting his hair.

"This will affect your image in public."

"I feel like you're the one who's..."

"But there is no one else here except our people."

"Sigh, yes, yes, yes..."

He tapped the car floor with his cane, feeling both amused and exasperated. He wondered if Sonia's mother was starting to think of doing something even more outrageous after he had confessed his feelings to her.

Now you're rubbing my hair in front of everyone, next are you going to make me sit in your lap and sleep in front of everyone, Sonia Mommy?

While it would certainly feel good, Yang Hao still had to consider his reputation if he actually did it...

And then again.

Sonia's mother is so caring... When Margarita arrives, perhaps Sonia's mother could look after her too? Besides, she's a long-lived Deepsea Hunter, isn't she? If all else fails, I can help...

...On another note, what does Theresa think? And not only Theresa, but also Paul and Mr. Joseph, are they willing to live on for the Duke of Koschche?

Yang Hao thought it was a good question... "Shall we go back and take a look?"

As for His Majesty the Emperor's own thoughts? Alas, he has no thoughts at the moment, truly—

"My lord, we are almost there."

"Ah, then hurry up, I'm in a hurry to report to His Majesty the Emperor. Sigh, if nothing unexpected happens, we can take our spoils home the day after tomorrow."

"Are you really sure...?"

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing."

The Templar Knight driving the car shook his head. Was he trying to say something? Yang Hao blinked, thinking that this was probably just the Templar Knights' "too much worry."

He hadn't done anything to His Majesty the Emperor. Once the Council was burned down and the Emperor granted him the position second only to the Emperor, he could return home and remotely control some affairs within the Ursus Empire. What should he do then? Hmm, first, reclaim the excess currency, and then use the civil war as an opportunity to revitalize heavy industry, right?

Finally, we'll have to find a way to terminate that contract... but that's a matter for later—even then, would His Majesty the Emperor really stop him from going home?

It's impossible, okay!

Under a certain optimistic influence, Yang Hao hummed happily while enjoying Sonia's care, waiting for the carriage to return to the palace. Later, at 7:40 p.m., Yang Hao and Sonia, dressed in plain clothes but carrying weapons, went to His Majesty's private dining room to meet the Emperor, who had already begun to enjoy his dinner.

"how's it going?"

Her Majesty Catherine was clearly anticipating Yang Hao's arrival. As soon as he entered, she put down her knife and fork, wiped the grease from her mouth with a napkin, and looked at him expectantly, hoping to get the answer she was looking for.