CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 472: A HUNDRED YEARS OF WAITING

Except for Horace and Murphy, nobody else seemed surprised.

Clearly, they had known all along.

Horace’s jaw nearly dropped as he finally realized why he had been locked up on Helheim Star and why that bastard Randall would go out of his way to kick him while he was down. Perhaps Randall had known Lady’s true identity at that time.

And that sympathy from earlier... Horace truly felt like crying now.

He was finished.

He would never recover in this lifetime.

Murphy stared intently at Fu Xing, his breathing noticeably heavier.

When the meeting ended, Murphy didn’t rush to leave as he had done before; instead, he followed Fu Xing all the way to the door of his office.

Fu Xing stood in the doorway, turned back, and clearly did not want to invite him in.

"Stop following me; you know I’m not in a good mood," Fu Xing frowned.

"You actually married Princess Freya so early... You’re... you’re terrifying. Everything was still unfolding, and you had already started to plan, even marrying the exiled Princess Freya."

Murphy was older than Fu Xing and had always been very confident, but standing in front of Fu Xing now, he felt a chill down his spine.

How ruthless must someone be to use their own marriage as a bargaining chip so far in advance?

No wonder he said he didn’t mind changing the Emperor; it turns out he had a more suitable Heir to the Imperial Throne in his hands all along. As soon as Lin Fu returned to Capital Star as Princess Freya, there would immediately be a large group of people eager to pledge their loyalty.

Fu Xing furrowed his brows, "Do all you politicians have such wild imaginations?"

"Hm?" Murphy didn’t catch on.

"You’re overthinking it."

"You’re still not admitting it? I don’t believe in such coincidences. Besides, given your respective identities, would you have married if it wasn’t premeditated?"

Fu Xing’s expression grew colder as Randall deftly pulled Murphy away, dragging him off amidst his unwilling protests.

Fu Xing returned to his office, not to work but to sit on the sofa and silently stare at the empty seat in front of him. The last time, she had sat there on the facing sofa; her every frown and smile vividly emerged in his mind.

The Little round ball tactlessly popped out, "Xiao Xing, if you miss your wife, I can help you create her image..."

Before it could finish speaking, a sharp glance from Fu Xing immediately silenced it.

"Has Blue Star been located yet?"

The two Divine-level Mechas were a pair and could sense each other. Naturally, he would not rely entirely on Horace’s intelligence; a two-pronged approach was inevitable.

"The signal is too weak, still no contact."

"Then keep searching."

"Yes!"

The Little round ball had learned its lesson and knew better than to provoke Fu Xing, who was clearly trying to control his anger.

...

Prince Clive and his entourage arrived at a very large estate, where they were greeted by a seemingly ageless woman in luxurious attire, enchantingly attractive, and bewitchingly graceful. She had tears in her eyes when she saw Clive and excitedly rushed over to embrace him.

She was the ruler of this planet, Countess Ingrid.

"You’re here; you finally came..." Countess Ingrid was teary-eyed, laughing and crying as she caressed Clive’s face, unable to believe it all. "It’s real; I’m not dreaming. I’ve waited for you for nearly a hundred years... almost a hundred years."

As she spoke, she buried herself in Clive’s embrace and wept loudly, unable to stop for a long time.

Clive, surprisingly, was not impatient but instead gently patted her back, soothing her, "There, there, I’m here now, aren’t I?"