The little waste in the interstellar marriage urgency does not want to be the Marshal's concubi

The marshal walked into the audience which had not yet dispersed.

The crowd dispersed in front of Tianjiu, leaving a space that belonged only to the two of them.

The man stood still, his hands in his pockets. His clothes remained the same, but his aura was completely different.

At this moment, all his fatigue disappeared, and he felt relaxed and even vaguely happy.

Tianjiu didn’t know what he was happy about, but he just felt that he was very happy.

"Let's go, it's time to set off."

Tianjiu held the kitten in one hand and was led out of the palace with the other hand.

The people around me raised their heads to greet the sun, as if they had been released from prison and escaped death.

Only Tianjiu felt as if he was about to be abducted again and didn't know where to settle down.

"Sir, where are you going?"

Before boarding the aircraft again, Tianjiu stopped. She didn't want to be led around aimlessly like this again.

Yuan Xu was still striding forward when he was suddenly grabbed by the hand that was being held and tried to run away.

Looking back at the little girl with a frown on her face, Yuan Xu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Don't you want to go to the Yalian star system? It's not too late to go now. Xu Ji is waiting."

Huh? The sudden surprise swept away the gloom in my heart. So this is actually possible.

Tianjiu hurried over to the Marshal, tilting his neck high and asking heartlessly, "Sir, can I move into the house that the Imperial Concubine has awarded me?"

Yuan Xu raised his long arm and put it around the little girl's back, pushing her forward: "You just woke up in broad daylight and are still dreaming."

Little girl, don't even think about leaving him!

Tianjiu pouted secretly. Sure enough, it still didn't work. But she wouldn't give up!

-

Mu Chuanyang, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was tortured for two days because of the performance review meeting and returned home exhausted.

That old bastard Emperor is the best at using this method. He eliminates a group of disobedient people, punishes a group of lazy people, and humiliates a group of prestigious people.

Even someone of his level has to be among that mixed crowd and lose face with them.

The Marshal was just as vicious as his father, but his methods were even darker. He easily sowed discord among the people.

Looking at his ugly photos on Starnet, Mu Chuanyang was enraged. He overturned the table with one palm and smashed it onto the coffee table next to him, smashing both of them to pieces.

The red-haired woman hurried over upon hearing the noise but didn't dare to step forward. She just stood beside the cabinet and said, "Master, anger is harmful to your health. Let me light a sea spirit grass for you."

Mu Chuanyang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with deep thought and anger. He frowned and asked, "Did the young lady bring Zhu Lin back?"

The red-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief, but her nerves were still tense. She took out a sea spirit grass, took the pipe, and knelt at Mu Chuanyang's feet.

"Zhu Lin was injured, but fortunately, his life is not in danger. The young lady hasn't interrogated him, she's just holding him. Do you want to see him?"

The dehydrated sea ling grass is ignited and passed through a special chimney, which has better effect and purer taste.

Mu Chuanyang has been obsessed with this for many years. The longer he has been, the more he feels its magic.

It has significant anti-aging effects. It's even said that continued use can lead to immortality.

This is one of the most in-demand items on the black market right now. Each one is extremely expensive, equivalent to the price of a state-of-the-art Yunyuan aircraft.

Even a wealthy family like the Liu family has to be frugal, but he can squander money every day.

But now, I’m afraid this business can no longer be done.

"Go and invite the young lady."

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In the Mu family's dungeon, Zhu Lin's chest was still bleeding. It was obvious that he had not received any treatment and was completely relying on himself to recover.

But it's better than the people in the water dungeon in the middle. The only thing that can be seen from the nutrient solution hanging on them is that they are still breathing.

Before being brought here, Zhu Lin never thought that the missing person was actually being held captive in the Mu family.

He didn't dare to think about what would become of him.

Soon, the person who decided his fate came.

"Do you know what the Patriarch used to save you?"

Mu Xingchen was wearing a red long dress, looking bright and gorgeous. Her arrogant and light tone seemed to have taken control of the whole situation.

Mu Chuanyang's face was gray, his eye sockets were sunken, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he said nothing.

The two sat down outside Zhu Lin's cell.

This was a scene that the father and daughter had not experienced for many years.

"The Marshal was willing to trade because of our long-standing friendship. The Mu family handed over the experimental data, which was considered a surrender to the Marshal. Father also turned a disaster into a blessing. After all, the Special Contribution Medal will go down in history."

Mu Xingchen poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and without showing any respect or waiting, he just tasted it on his own.

Mu Chuanyang glanced at the tea color lightly, but did not move his hand.

"Tell me what you want. But I have to warn you, don't go too far. I have already given up the experimental materials."

Mu Chuanyang lost weight rapidly within a few days. There was almost no muscle support under the skin on his face, and a layer of old skin seemed to be stuck to his face.

At this moment, his eyes were gloomy and deep like a wolf.

"Father, what do you mean by don't go too far? If it weren't for me, you would have wanted to exchange him for that piece of waste paper that everyone knows about? What a joke!"

Mu Chuanyang curled his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of murderous intent rose in his eyes.

But Mu Xingchen was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled coldly: "Father, you know that my mother's greatest wish is to see me inherit the position of head of the family. It's time for you to step down."

"You're dreaming!" Mu Chuanyang slammed the table, and the table legs shattered and fell down in an instant, the teapot broke, and the light yellow tea spilled all over the floor.

Zhu Lin in the cell trembled with shock and spat out blood.

Mu Xingchen's gaze was as steady as a rock, without blinking an inch, and his contempt was self-evident.

"If I don't want to be the head of the family, should I leave it to those bastards outside you? Should I keep my mother's things for the children born to those questionable women of yours? Mu Chuanyang, have some shame, you are disgusting."

Mu Xingchen simply stopped sitting, and the things spilled on the ground stained the corners of her skirt.

"You beast! I shouldn't have kept you alive! You killed so many of my sons!"

Mu Chuanyang slashed with his palm, but Mu Xingchen didn't move at all. He waved his arm to block and remained in a stalemate with Mu Chuanyang.

Suddenly, Mu Chuanyang's Deadpool, who had been hiding somewhere, surrounded him, putting great pressure on Mu Xingchen.

Mu Chuanyang withdrew his hand instead.

The next second, these deadpools retreated again and hid their bodies.

Mu Chuanyang was calm at the moment: "The position of the head of the family is impossible. Even if I don't have any other heirs now, I can't give it to you. Ask for something else."

"Oh, since you have no other heirs, sooner or later everything will be mine, and I want it now. You're not still waiting for the one in Zhu Hui's belly, are you? It's not certain whether she can give birth or not."

Zhu Lin, who was standing by, suddenly became agitated upon hearing this. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, but he didn't get up. The shock and anger in his eyes seemed to want to eat Mu Chuanyang.

"Oh? He doesn't know yet? Old man, you hid it very well."

Mu Chuanyang ignored Zhu Lin, who was struggling and roaring beside him. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I'll give you the command of the Sixth Army. Nothing else is possible."

"The Sixth Army? I have military power within my grasp! Father, you don't have a single ounce of sincerity.

I said, I only want the position of the head of the family. You can take all the family heirlooms of the old house on Territory Star and Mu family, and go to whichever bitch you want. You must vacate this house for me. This is my home with my mother!"

"I told you, the position of Patriarch is impossible!"

"Okay, since there's nothing to discuss, Zhu Lin, forget it. The medicine in his body is only possessed by the Marshal. The antidote is with me."

Mu Xingchen took out a bottle of light blue liquid, opened the lid, and just tilted it a little more...

"I told you, the position of the head of the family is impossible. However, I can give you your mother's building and the things she left behind."

"You've been holding onto Mother's things for so long, not letting me touch them. Now you want to give them to me?" Mu Xingchen sneered contemptuously, "It seems you didn't find anything important inside. You're trading useless things for the position of Patriarch with me. Don't be so shrewd."

This time, Mu Chuanyang acted like a winner: "But you will accept it."