Part 2
Yun Yingzhi told Yun Yinghui that everyone was working together to optimize the inscriptions. Currently, he was the only one in the studio allowed to go home because he had cubs to raise; everyone else was practically living and sleeping at the workshop—it was quite tragic.
Yun Yinghui calculated in his mind: January 26th to 28th. It had been three consecutive days since the cubs had been able to play with Yun Yingzhi.
Yun Yinghui had a feeling that for the two cubs, this might…
Be reaching the limit.
In a flash, it was January 29th.
In the morning, Yun Yingzhi once again kissed the cubs while they were sleeping and headed out for work.
Yun Yinghui’s brow furrowed as he watched Yun Yingzhi leave, then looked back at the two still-slumbering cubs.
Yun Yinghui: “…”
He felt like things were about to go south.
After nearly ten days of travel, Elvis finally arrived at the Imperial Star.
Elvis wanted to see Yun Yingzhi.
He knew Yun Yingzhi’s schedule. The first stop he made after disembarking from the spacecraft was the Source Weapon Association, clutching a bouquet of fiery red roses he had ordered in advance.
The moment he entered the building, he noticed something…
In the past, whenever he came here, the staff would look at him with gazes full of admiration. But now…
The way they looked at him could only be described as subtle.
There was pity, there was compassion, and was that… schadenfreude?
Elvis: “…”
Finally, taking advantage of Yun Yingzhi’s break time, Elvis was able to see the youth he hadn’t seen in so long.
Waiting at the studio door, Elvis overheard the conversation inside.
An elder who had watched him grow up was currently lecturing Yun Yingzhi.
“Yingzhi, Grandmaster Alvin is right. He watched you grow up and would never harm you. Sigh, Jiaojiao and Taotao were an accident. You’re still a child yourself; you shouldn’t be thinking about romance. You should focus on your career!”
Elvis outside the door: “…”
What made Elvis even more speechless was that, aside from this one elder, others were chiming in with their agreement.
Elvis’s eyelid twitched as he knocked on the door.
Upon receiving permission, Elvis pushed the door open, bouquet in hand. After exchanging greetings with the manufacturers present, he looked at Yun Yingzhi and said, “Yingzhi, it’s been a long time.”
After a moment of stunned silence, Yun Yingzhi delivered a soul-searching interrogation: “Your Highness, you know about Jiaojiao and Taotao now, don’t you?”
A group of manufacturers in the studio began whispering and pointing at Elvis.
“He used to be so cold and aloof. Look at him now in front of Yingzhi—that gaze is so gentle.”
“So the Prince I watched grow up is actually a ‘love-brain.’ Sigh!” Various sighs followed.
Elvis met Yun Yingzhi’s eyes. “Of course I know.” He added, “Zhizhi, I’m sorry. You must have needed me very much then, but I wasn’t by your side…”
Yun Yingzhi interrupted him: “Have you gone to see Jiaojiao and Taotao yet?”
“No, I came to see you the moment I got off the ship. Zhizhi, I missed you so much…”
“I hate irresponsible parents the most!”
Elvis’s eyelid twitched violently.
Yun Yingzhi continued his accusation: “After finding out about Jiaojiao and Taotao—even if I have no intention of handing the two children over to you—shouldn’t you have gone to see them first as a normal person would?”
Elvis: “…” But he wanted to see Yun Yingzhi more.
Elvis walked up to Yun Yingzhi and thrust the bouquet into his hands.
Yun Yingzhi’s first instinct was to toss the flowers into the trash.
Elvis suddenly mentioned the price of the rose bouquet.
Yun Yingzhi’s movements instantly shifted; he gripped the bouquet tightly. These were all expensive Imperial credits.
Elvis grabbed Yun Yingzhi’s hands. “I missed you.”
Yun Yingzhi hugged the flowers tight and pulled his hands back, saying, “Your current behavior is that of a scum dad!”
Suddenly, Elvis leaned in. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he pressed a light kiss onto Yun Yingzhi’s cheek.
Yun Yingzhi’s pupils shook with shock. Simultaneously, his cheeks turned a fiery red, and steam seemed to rise from his head.
He was screaming internally; he was completely not okay.
Even though it was break time, there were so many people in the studio—mostly elderly, conservative Source Weapon manufacturers. How could Elvis kiss him in front of these elders?
At this moment, every inch of Yun Yingzhi’s exposed skin was flushed crimson.
Elvis said, “Zhizhi, these past few days…”
To prevent Elvis from saying anything else improper, Yun Yingzhi moved nimbly. He used his strength to shove the high-physique Elvis right out of the studio, shouted “Your Highness, go see Jiaojiao and Taotao!”, and then—BAM!—slammed the studio door shut. With a beet-red face, he turned to look at the manufacturers inside.
Currently, Yun Yingzhi was the absolute focus of everyone’s gaze.
Yun Yingzhi felt the cheek Elvis had kissed was burning hot. He subtly felt that he was…
Incredibly, incredibly, incredibly embarrassed.
Yun Yingzhi thought for a moment.
Facing everyone’s stares, he said, “His Highness is truly too shameless.”
Everyone present: “…”
Yun Yingzhi emphasized: “In broad daylight, His Highness truly has no sense of decorum!”
After a brief pause, just like when Yun Yingzhi was accusing Admiral Yun and his wife, the crowd began to chime in.
“No sense of shame!”
“Shameless!”
“No decorum!”
Yun Yingzhi indignantly balled up his little fists: “Exactly!”
Meanwhile.
Elvis was in an exceptionally pleasant mood after seeing Yun Yingzhi.
Especially since Yun Yingzhi had accepted his flowers and even allowed him to see the two children.
Generally, such a situation implied a willingness to raise the children together. Rounding that up, it meant he had agreed to his pursuit.
Elvis attempted to see Yun Yingzhi one more time, but was informed by the Association staff that even as the Crown Prince, he could not disturb the work of the Masters and Grandmasters.
Elvis, who was still blocked by Yun Yingzhi, asked the staff to pass on a message.
He would pick Yun Yingzhi up to go home that evening.
Watching Elvis’s retreating back, one staff member asked in confusion, “Why did His Highness ask us to pass a message?”
“Shouldn’t His Highness just contact Yun Yingzhi directly via comms?”
“If he’s afraid of a rejection, he could just send a private message, right?”
Suddenly, one staff member spoke up: “What if His Highness has been blacklisted?”
The entire area fell into a brief silence.
They subtly noticed that, perhaps having overheard this, Elvis’s footsteps faltered for a moment before he continued walking.
Instantly, the staff looked at Elvis’s back with gazes full of pity.
What a tragic Prince.
Elvis boarded a hovercar heading toward the Yunhai Villa District.
Opening his personal optical computer, it was filled with videos of the two cubs.
From the Star Glory Competition: the two cubs sitting fragilely on the sofa basking in the artificial sun.
As the older brother, the rabbit cub trying his best to take care of the egg cub, thoughtfully helping him into a diaper.
The two loving cubs hugging each other closely to face adversity.
Even when the two cubs fought, out of fear of hurting each other, the fireballs and lightning arcs they used were of the weakest kind.
Elvis thought to himself that these two cubs were truly little angels—well-behaved and cute, exactly like Yun Yingzhi.
With high expectations, the hovercar finally arrived at the Yunhai Villa District.
The vehicle came to a stop in the parking area.
Suddenly, a “roar” reached Elvis’s ears.
Elvis froze.
The rabbit cub liked to “Awoo” when he was angry, especially toward the egg cub, but…
This “Awoo” sounded a bit off.
It was filled with grievance and rage, and more importantly—genetic suppression.
From this immature “Awoo,” Elvis sensed something was wrong.
Different second forms have a hierarchy of strength. For instance, Elvis’s second form belonged to the absolute top tier. When engaged in battle, his roar would strike fear into the very depths of an enemy’s bloodline.
Theoretically…
In Elvis’s knowledge, the rabbit cub possessed the same second form as Yun Yingzhi: a little white rabbit.
However, the cub’s cry contained a genetic fluctuation no weaker than his own second form.
Could this be a mutated rabbit cub?
But for the current Elvis, none of that was important. What mattered most was the safety of the two cubs.
Hearing that cry, they must have encountered something terrible. As their father, he had to protect them.
Elvis used his spatial ability to warp directly into the first-floor hall.
When he emerged from the warp, he witnessed this scene.
With his excellent dynamic vision, he caught the final moments of the chaos in the living room.
A milky rabbit smaller than a palm was jumping around in a fury; the coffee table in the living room was instantly shattered.
A little white egg, barely larger than a chicken egg, was angrily using its fragile shell to strike the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The chandelier shattered.
Yun Yinghui’s brow was furrowed as he said, “Jiaojiao, Taotao, be good. Eldest Uncle isn’t lying to you. Zhizhi really will be back today…”
Rabbit cub: “Awoo!”
Elvis, who thought an accident had happened to the cubs: “…”
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