After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

"Prince Boya's assets were all transferred to my sister?" Song Yang couldn't believe it. "Isn't it said that members of the royal family are the heads of the family?"

Song Zhaomu didn't know what was going on. "Perhaps this contract will be different? But Xiaoyu, I'm still worried. Even if you are the head of the family now, what about the future?"

"Wait, is there one missing?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the prompt sound came.

The currency system sent a message, the pre-transfer amount from Shalang is - star coins, and the pre-transfer fixed assets list from Shalang is: none.

Song Yu almost vomited blood. This old man was settling accounts here, and he still owed hundreds of thousands of star coins.

"Eh..." Song Yang made a sound of disgust and shook his head, "He looks quite glorious, but he's actually a pauper."

So, why not cancel him too? Song Yu, with a net worth of less than two thousand, had no money to pay off his debts.

"Sister, there's really no need for you to form a pact with the prince. You're already A-rank, and you can already contract 12 men. And each of them is at least A-rank. Those who can reach A-rank or even S-rank are either from super-rich families who have spent a lot of money on genetic drugs, or they have extraordinary talents. Twelve heads of families who are the pride of heaven are definitely better than one contractor of a prince." Song Yang continued tearfully, "Sister, I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to change your name to Tang Songyu."

Song Yu thought about it and felt that it was quite awkward. Not only was she called Song Yu here, she was also called Song Yu on Earth. It would definitely not be right to suddenly change her surname.

"Then, cancel his contract?" Song Yu looked at his mother and fathers.

They are different from Song Yu's parents, but their concern for her does not seem fake.

Song Han nodded. "That's fine. Being associated with the royal family may not necessarily be a good thing for common people like us. Even if that prince doesn't inherit the throne, there will still be many things beyond our control."

Song Yu thought it made sense. She had heard a lot of gossip about the British royal family, such as how the commoner princess was bullied, how she had to endure the bleeding wounds and hold the baby in her arms when giving birth, even if it was a caesarean section, and how they often disappeared and were assassinated. These things were quite interesting to watch, but it was not fun when it happened to her.

"Then cancel it."

Her finger hovered over the cancel option for the second time, and just as she was about to press it, a message suddenly came.

"Hello, Patriarch. I'm Tang Zhishu. If you allow, you can also call me Song Tang Zhishu. Please don't reject my match yet. I will activate the space travel. I will reach the North Star Circle in about two hours and Star 006 in three hours. Please wait until we meet before considering whether to accept me."

"Fuck you!" Song Yang cursed first, then chuckled inexplicably excitedly, "Prince Tang, Tang, Boya sent you a message, sister, he said his name is Song Tang Zhishu!"

Song Yu checked and found that the contact information was consistent with that sent by the civil affairs system, confirming that it was him.

"I, agree to him?" Song Yu, whose head was still confused, was not sure.

The other party is a prince and has already rushed here as soon as possible. It is a bit unreasonable to refuse him without even meeting him.

"But if we meet, can we still refuse?" Song Zhaomu said, "Prince Boya and Princess Luo Er are siblings, so they can't get married. He doesn't want to be alienated. Unless he marries an elderly widow in her seventies or eighties, there's probably no young woman more suitable than Xiaoyu. Then, whether by coercion or bribery, he'll force you to agree."

Song Yu froze for a moment, wow, it’s really like that.

==

At Bai Ze Palace, Princess Luo'er's aircraft landed, and she walked towards the sunshine where Tang Zhishu was waiting for her.

Tang Zhishu was dressed in a white suit, his cuffs and bow tie neatly tied. His shoulder-length silver hair, slightly curly but smooth, shimmered in the sunlight. On the lawn sat a set of pure white wooden tables and chairs inlaid with gold. He sat there, a bouquet of daisies in front of him, and a white porcelain tea set also inlaid with gold.

Tang Zhishu looked at his sister with a gentle smile, picked up a new cup, and poured in the specially prepared scented tea, like a docile white sheep, which was also in line with his beastly form - Bai Ze.

"How could you have gotten yourself into such a mess? You didn't even save a single aircraft for yourself?" Princess Luo Er said displeasedly. "I have three days until the initial test, and I'm concentrating my energy."

"I didn't put myself in this state. This is the law." Just like his appearance, his voice was very gentle. He was neither impatient nor rude when facing his sister's accusations.

Princess Luo Er sat down casually, drank the tea in the cup, put the cup down, and poured a new bottle of Tang Zhi Shu.

"What law? Royal family members don't need to abide by the Code of Conduct for Matchmakers. Furthermore, it's not included in the civil affairs system's data. You clearly did it yourself."

Tang Zhishu smiled and didn't explain too much.

It was indeed he who took the initiative to ask the civil affairs system to match him with Song Yu as an ordinary match, and it was also he who took the initiative to ask that all his property be transferred to Song Yu's name. He even interfered with the civil affairs system, causing it to send messages to other matches half a day later.

"Zhi'an, you know what I've always wanted to do. The royal family has monopolized too many resources." His light-colored pupils drooped slightly, and he had a pair of large double eyelids. "If our five uncles hadn't monopolized the A-level pacifiers, the empire would have had at least 50 young S-level warriors who wouldn't have died early. They would have become the backbone of the empire's fight against alien beasts. And among our dear uncles, three of them were only B-level in their entire lives, and the other two didn't reach A-level until they were over years old. They've never even seen a living alien beast."

"Those appeasers were only in their thirties or forties..."

"Even a Pacifier who reaches A-rank at 40 can still be matched with a young S-rank match. Even if they can only live to 80, they still have a full forty years. Matches without a strong enough Pacifier usually don't live more than five years after reaching S-rank."

"So, you want to..."

"I want to change all this, starting with me. A prince who lives a life of luxury in the Capital Star Circle, only interested in plundering more resources, is far less important than an S-rank warrior who can fight against alien beasts. I am the oldest prince of this generation. If I do this, my younger brothers can follow my example."

"If you inherit the throne—" Princess Luo Er paused slightly and said, "Not only you, but your children will also lose the right of inheritance."

"We all know that was impossible. My sister is the first in line to the throne, then you, and then me. And my sister already has a match. She will have her own children soon, and you will too. The royal family doesn't have that much power now. There's no need to choose the best, and there's no shortage of an heir."

Princess Luo Er pursed her lips, seeming to be worried about the unknown fate her brother was about to face.

"I heard that you activated time travel?"

Tang Zhishu nodded.

"Let me go with you. It's very expensive to start it once. It's not worth it for one person."

"you?"

"Yeah, it's in the initial testing of the North Star Circle. It just had an A-level one. It sounds pretty good."

Tang Zhishu smiled, "I'm not sure if Miss Song Yu will agree to my request. After all, she scored A-level in the initial test, so there's a high chance she'll be promoted to S-level. There will be plenty of matches for her to choose from, so there's really no need for her to get involved with the royal family."

"That commoner? Even if I gave her ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to refuse the royal family."

"That's why the royal family's reputation is declining." Tang Zhishu looked into his sister's angry eyes. "Without the support of the common people, where would the nobles come from? Ultimately, we are just parasites attached to them."