Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

43: Chapter 43 The Tragic Female Insect’s Nobleman 5At this moment, Bo Yisi clearly felt that what he was holding in his hand was not just these few thin sheets of paper, but as if it were that His Highness, who used to be high above and could dictate his Zerg life.

When this thought appeared in his mind, Bo Yisi felt that the heartache surging within him faded a lot.

He even thought that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Having lost his illustrious status, noble position, friends and family avoiding him, and the masses misunderstanding, condemning, and reviling him.

And the His Highness, who had fallen into such a plight, would be unable to protect himself, with no one to rely on and nowhere to go.

Yet, he had been weak since childhood, requiring a large amount of precious medicine to maintain his health, as fragile as a dodder flower.

Such a His Highness, without any power to struggle or resist, could easily be kept in his hands, imprisoned in a small world, and appreciated by him alone.

This had always been his long-cherished wish, and also the purpose of this trip to the Imperial Capital. Now that such an excellent opportunity had been served up, why should he let it slip away?

The Marshal had been holding the paper and reading for a while; logically speaking, he should have finished reading long ago.

Joyce, who had waited a long time without a response, felt a bit doubtful in his heart and couldn’t help but secretly glance over with his peripheral vision.

The Marshal seemed to be deep in thought, but his black eyes were so deep and gloomy that it was startling, and there was a vague, unidentifiable light flickering within them.

Why does the Marshal feel a bit scary right now! Joyce hurriedly reined in all his thoughts and focused on being a good piece of wood.

Time passed bit by bit. Bo Yisi collected all his thoughts, his face bearing its habitual cold hardness, his eyes like an abyss, and the paper in his hand was casually put down.

”Joyce, how much longer is it expected to take to reach the Imperial Capital?”

A majestic, powerful, and slightly sharp voice rang out in the quiet bedroom.

”Marshal, we have been traveling through the stars for nearly ten days. If we continue at the current speed, we are expected to arrive at the Imperial Capital in twenty days.”

Joyce immediately concentrated all his attention out of reflex and replied respectfully.

”Twenty days, huh.”

Bo Yisi repeated it with an ambiguous tone. A look that was hard to define as either heartache or anticipation appeared on his cold, hard face.

”Tell the Empire that I am aware of the matter. I will arrive at the Imperial Capital in a few days. This is my own private affair. Once I return, I will handle it personally. As for irrelevant personnel, please do not interfere.”

Although judging by the Empire’s attitude, the matter seemed quite urgent, the transmission of a document also took about ten days, so it was just a matter of handling it a few days later.

Therefore, Joyce did not feel there was anything inappropriate about the Marshal’s instructions.

”Understood, Marshal. I will go and contact the Empire immediately to convey the Marshal’s meaning truthfully.”

Bo Yisi only nodded slightly in response and waved his hand to signal Joyce to leave.

As a slight sound of the door closing rang out, the room returned to its usual silence, where one could hear a pin drop.

After a while, the Military Zerg who had been sitting upright rose to his feet.

Dressed in a military uniform, tall and sturdy with long limbs and extremely smooth muscle lines, his pitch-black eyes were like a deep pool of water that could drown a person, leaving them unable to breathe.

His footsteps were forceful and resonant, steady and unhurried. He walked to a small cabinet and took out a file bag that looked a bit old.

His fingers, which looked extremely powerful, moved neither slowly nor quickly to take out a thin sheet of paper that felt slightly cold to the touch.

Bo Yisi looked down at it, and a murmur sounded in the silent room.

”Your Highness, whether or not things end now is no longer up to you. As for this divorce agreement, there is no need for it to exist anymore.”

His deep black eyes were filled with determination to win, his cold, hard face was as strong as ever, and his distinct, bony fingers gently stroked the words on the paper, as if caressing a lover’s cheek.

But that was actually just a signature: Nash Carlisle.

And this thin sheet of paper was merely a divorce agreement signed only by the Male Zerg.

”Your Highness, we shall meet in the Imperial Capital. Please endure it for a while; after all, without experiencing the devastation of wind and rain, how would you know the goodness of the eaves on my side? Once I return, I will personally pick you up and take you home—our home.”

Then the paper in his hand was torn into pieces and thrown into the trash can; even those few sheets on the desk did not escape the same fate.

After the events just now, Bo Yisi’s heart was so eager that it was almost unbearable; he wished he could firmly grasp the person in his hands right now.

In his mind, he involuntarily recalled the wrong beginning between him and Your Highness.

That day, the gentle Mental Energy was like murmuring flowing water or the rare sunlight of the Ice Region, softly soothing him.

It was also on that day that he, having lost control and half-Zergified, offended the cold and noble His Highness.

When he was obsessed, the Pheromones released by His Highness were like the fresh and elegant scent of lily of the valley, with a hint of sweetness. It smelled extremely good, making him feel both comfortable and delighted.

Even though his consciousness was chaotic at the time, he still deeply imprinted everything about His Highness in his mind.

He knew that for His Highness, everything that happened that day was a psychological trauma, so he had never mentioned it in front of His Highness.

But Bo Yisi was unable to forget it. In the days that followed, every time he thought about it, his heart would flutter, and sometimes he even needed to inject suppressants to forcefully suppress the restlessness of his body and the craving in his heart.

”Don’t be anxious, it’s almost time. You will have him soon; he will soon be the flower in your palm, pampered by you.”

The tone was full of reassurance, yet it was weirdly unclear what it was comforting.

”My Your Highness, according to the Imperial Zerg laws, there are some obligations you should also fulfill properly.”

In his murmurs, there was full excitement mixed with a bit of malice, which made one’s scalp tingle upon hearing it.

After a long while, no sound came again, as if everything had completely quieted down.

Bo Yisi’s figure seemed to be hidden in the slightly dim bedroom. Only his pair of pitch-black, deep and gloomy eyes were quietly watching a certain spot, and in his pupils, devoid of any other colors, flickered a cold light like a beast staring at its prey.

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This was a very inconspicuous and even somewhat terrible civilian building. It looked like it had been built for quite some time; the wall plaster had peeled off a lot, and the facilities were also a bit old.

There were even some climbing plants, as if no one had taken care of them, covering most of the outer walls and quietly spreading into the building along the dilapidated windows.

At the end of the fifth-floor corridor, because the window was blocked all year round, it was a bit dim and damp, and there stood a rusty door.

At this moment, a tall and sturdy Military Zerg with a bit of a roguish air was standing in front of the door, holding a medicine bag in one hand and using a key to open the door with the other.

With a click, the door opened.

The Military Zerg put away the key, walked in with extremely light footsteps, and closed the door behind him.