My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Princess! Watch out!"

clang--

Suddenly, the guard beside Princess Wei Qing shouted and pulled her aside, using his body as a shield to block an unexpected attack.

This is an assassination attempt against Her Majesty the Princess! The guard who blocked and subdued the sudden assassin had no time to feel lucky that he had made it in time. In the next instant, he was stunned to see that the attack he had blocked had also affected Duke Kosiché and her husband.

Chapter 65

"Ouch... Ouch... Uncle Li, what is this...?"

When Princess Wei Qing recovered from the sudden dragging, she clutched the dragon horns on her head and tried to get up. She had a bad feeling; someone was trying to assassinate her at such an important occasion—wasn't that a terrible thing?

But—this place is so heavily guarded, why did an assassin still manage to sneak in? Where did he come from? And what was his purpose in assassinating me? Before Princess Wei Qing could figure out what was going on, she felt a warm current flowing from the fingertips of her hand that was supporting her on the ground.

Ugh?

She froze for a moment. She felt the chilling warmth emanating from her fingertips: moist, sticky, and most importantly, emanating a persistent, pungent, fishy odor...

What happened? Was Uncle Li injured? When Princess Wei Qing raised her head to check on her most loyal guard, she froze.

Uncle Li was unharmed. He pinned the assassin with Colombian features—signs of human modification—to the ground, restricting his movement. The assassin didn't have many wounds either. Although he was bruised and battered, his wounds didn't bleed much.

So what is the blood that has already flowed here...?

"Mr. Yang Hao?! May I ask who you are—... eh?"

She thought Mr. Yang Hao was injured, but when she turned around to ask about his condition, she saw the man kneeling on the ground, holding his dying wife in his arms.

Princess Wei Qing could see that Miss Green was seriously injured. It seemed that the attack that Uncle Li had blocked had affected Miss Green's body; almost half of her abdomen had been cut open, and the continuous flow of blood from there foreshadowed her death—a wound that could not be healed by the existing medical technology on this land.

Her mind went blank – the assassin who came to kill her had implicated the nobles of the Ursus Empire, and even caused the death of a once loving couple. She could already see how the international situation, which had finally eased due to this incident, would suddenly change.

This was a dereliction of duty for Wei Qing that she couldn't defend herself against! But she wouldn't try to explain it away, because what's done is done, and most importantly, how can she salvage the relationship between the Great Yan and the Ursus Empire now?

"Doctor—Doctor! Come quick!"

The guards and nobles around them, their faces contorted, called for a doctor. Just as everyone was scrambling to their feet, Wei Qing, who had finally managed to stand up, looked at the distraught man and his dying wife in his arms, and was about to say something when she suddenly saw a small child running towards them from not far away.

The little child was dressed in expensive clothes. When she ran over, no one around stopped her. Her mind still a mess, she thought, "This must be a child Mr. Yang Hao knows," but she really hadn't expected...

"--dad!"

"...ah..."

That's actually Mr. Yang Hao and Duke Kosiché's child? Huh? How could that be? The age doesn't seem to match... Wait a minute? That rumor...?

Princess Wei Qing recalled a rumor about the Duchy of Kosiché—it was said that neither Duke Kosiché nor Duke Yang Hao had conceived after their marriage, and they still had no heir...

Could it be that the child they adopted?

Watching the girl huddle beside the dying Miss Green, and seeing the distraught gentleman cradling his child in his arms, seemingly letting the child see his mother one last time...

Princess Wei Qing was filled with guilt and self-blame.

"...Can everyone go outside?"

Just then, the distraught man suddenly looked up at the chaotic nobles. He was ordering them to leave.

"But--"

The danger wasn't over yet, and the doctor was on their way; even just hoping for a miracle was worthwhile...

"...Please leave. I want to spend some time with my wife."

...A heavy sense of guilt suddenly weighed on my heart.

"...yes."

Princess Wei Qing, like the other nobles, had no choice but to leave with her guards. They wanted to take the captured assassin back for interrogation, but as they were escorting the assassin away, the guards from the Duke's mansion who had rushed in to maintain order stopped them.

The fully armed guards bound the assassin to the ground right in front of the Great Yan envoy. It seemed they intended to interrogate him themselves. Princess Wei Qing couldn't stop them, because it now appeared they shouldn't have been at the banquet—if they hadn't come, perhaps this unprecedented diplomatic crisis wouldn't have occurred.

That loving couple wouldn't have to be separated by death at such a time.

"...Uncle Li, once you get back, immediately send an urgent message to Father. Tell him...that I caused the assassination of a duke in Ursus. That's all."

After leaving this place and arriving at the parking area in the outer courtyard, Princess Wei Qing gave an order to Uncle Li, who was standing to the side, with a bitter expression.

Faced with Princess Wei Qing's act of taking responsibility, the burly, middle-aged man simply knelt down abruptly.

"Princess! This is my sole responsibility. If I hadn't resisted their attack and had instead perished with them, this wouldn't have happened! Please take the blame upon myself!"

"...No, Uncle Li. You have fulfilled your duty as a guard. And do you believe my father will let me off the hook just because you took full responsibility? In any case, the Great Yan needs someone of high enough status to take on this diplomatic responsibility. So let's leave it at that."

"But..."

"No buts. I'm willing to accept whatever punishment comes my way—that's it. I really don't want to stay here anymore. A woman I just met, who could have become a friend, died because of me... What will happen to their child?"

Princess Wei Qing left filled with self-reproach.

And it was after all the other nobles had left, still in the banquet hall, that Yang Hao gently laid Miss Green's body down and closed her eyes.

The rest of the family came over. When Monica arrived, she stopped Ms. Kal'tsit, who had just come over to prepare for the rescue—after all, Ms. Kal'tsit was unaware of their plans and decisions, so it was best not to let her come.

"Heh, not bad." Kosic, now in Phidia's body, gave Yang Hao a sinister smile as he looked at the constantly jumping gray dot in Yang Hao's palm: "You did it, darling."

"correct."

Yang Hao nodded. He placed the small, bright light from his palm into the body of a rag doll that Hela had handed him. After a moment, he held the rag doll high, and once a strange aura began to emanate from it, he smiled and said:

"Can you hear me, Green?"

Chapter 66

On October 9th, a horrific assassination attempt occurred within the Ursus Empire. It was an assassination attempt targeting the Great Yan princess, but which mistakenly injured the esteemed Duke Koschei.

On October 10th, although the new Duke of Kosice had taken office, nothing could change the fact that the former Duke of Kosice had passed away, and that the former Duke of Kosice's husband had lost his beloved wife and become a widower.

Moreover, considering that a banquet was being held at the time to welcome the arrival of the Great Yan princess, and that His Majesty the unmarried and pregnant emperor from Saint Jun Castle was also present and witnessed the assassination... it can be said that this assassin not only destroyed the friendship between the Great Yan and the Ursus Empire, but also severely humiliated the current Ursus Empire. Once this assassin reveals his background and who he serves, it is estimated that the wrath of the Ursus Empire will soon descend upon that country.

But now, the people of the Duchy of Kosiché believe that the most urgent task is to help Lord Yang Hao recover from the grief of losing his wife!

"My God, Lord Yang Hao is clearly a good person, why would he encounter such a thing?"

"That damned assassin should have been buried alive! But why did our lord get caught in the crossfire when the assassination was clearly targeting the Great Yan? Could this be a trap set by the Great Yan?!"

“A friend of mine who works as a gatekeeper at the Oripathy Research Institute in the infected area said that the best doctor in our territory wanted to help but was stopped... Sigh! What should we do now? We barely managed to pull through the worst situation under the leadership of the two lords, and now what if Lord Yang Hao also becomes depressed due to the mental blow?!”

The whispers among the people of the Duke of Kosiché not only revealed the supreme prestige of Lord Yang Hao and Lord Kosiché in their hearts, but their subtle anger towards the Great Yan also put Princess Wei Qing and her entourage under immense pressure.

They had repeatedly requested to meet with Mr. Yang Hao through city communications, partly to express their apologies and partly to offer their compensation—but their requests had been refused each time. Moreover, the reason given only deepened Princess Wei Qing's guilt: "Lord Yang Hao now stays indoors all day, drinking heavily and neglecting his duties"—a reason no one could condemn.

What should we do? Princess Wei Qing thought with guilt, she would be willing to give her life to atone for her mistake! Because if she didn't do something, this matter would become a fuse... a fuse that would cause the two countries to completely turn against each other and even turn to arms.

As the guilty party, she knew she would be tormented by guilt, unable to eat or sleep, and might even wish she could die to atone for her sins. Therefore, she kept trying to find a way to save the situation, but—

"...Princess, a message has arrived from home."

"...Nian. I'm ready."

"Yes."

A message arrived from home. Princess Wei Qing swallowed hard, sat upright in her chair, closed her eyes, and awaited the decision from home.

Uncle Li, holding the letter, stared at its contents with a deathly pale face, but a glimmer of hope still shone in his eyes—

"—'My daughter, I am deeply disappointed in your outcome. But there is still a chance. Do everything in your power to restore the relationship between Great Yan and Ursus. If that fails, Ursus will become your homeland.'"

"...Phew. The punishment I expected."

"Princess..."

"Given my father's character, he has already given me a chance—I either have to do everything I can to salvage the relationship damaged by this assassination, or I will have to marry some powerful Ursus nobleman and use my body and life to repair the relationship between the two great nations. Yes, this is the best outcome I can think of, much better than being sent home to atone with my death right now."

"but..."

“We still have a chance, Uncle Li. Neither the Emperor of the Ursus Empire nor Duke Yang Hao has formally condemned us yet, so we still have a chance... But what should we do now? At all costs...?”

...

Inside the embassy, ​​Princess Wei Qing, overwhelmed by guilt, her own dereliction of duty, and the weight of her responsibilities, was racking her brains for a way to salvage the diplomatic situation and Mr. Yang Hao's current state of despair.

Meanwhile, inside the Duke of Cosiché's mansion—

"Grin? Grin—oh dear... I need to make you a talking doll body as soon as I get back, otherwise, with Kosicche speaking for you right now, I can't even talk to you properly..."

"..."

"Eh? Is this Ms. Green? Um, Mr. Yang Hao? Now that Ms. Green has been turned into a rag doll, is she being carried around by Lord Koschche?"

"I guess so. After all, Kosichek has to teach her what to do next... Don't you agree, Green?"

Mr. Yang Hao, who was drinking heavily every day because of the grief of losing his wife, was chatting with Karina, who was preparing for her trip to Kazimierz, while holding a plush toy of the cat Flint, which had been inhabited by the soul of Grimm. They were preparing for their upcoming work.

Since her soul was extracted from her dying body and placed inside a rag doll, Miss Green has faced a major predicament—that is, she cannot speak!

After all, it makes sense. It's a rag doll's body, and rag dolls don't have mouths, so how can they speak? But then again, she could clearly feel Yang Hao rubbing her face when he held her, so why couldn't she speak?!

Extremely anxious about this, Miss Green finally found a solution—to have Lord Koschei speak for her. However, the price was that Miss Green would need Lord Koschei's constant care for her for some time to come...

"Hey, stop teasing Green, okay? My husband, who swore he'd make her happy, is now acting like a spoiled brat, bullying her all the time when no one can speak up."

Returning from the bathroom, fresh from a shower and now in Miss Lorelei's body in Fydia, the white-haired, green-eyed Duke Kosiché rolled his eyes at his husband, thinking to himself, "Men are just like that—saying sweet things while doing the worst things." Sigh.

"Hehehe, aren't I so happy? And Hela has also given Grin protection, right? It just means that once I get back, I'll have to start researching how to make dolls from human bodies..."

Faced with his wife's complaints, Yang Hao could only chuckle dryly as he ruffled the hair of the rag doll Green in his arms. He was genuinely happy, truly happy—especially after Green was willing to live for him.

When a person gets happy, they're capable of doing all sorts of crazy things.

However, Koschke might not listen to Yang Hao's explanation. She simply rolled her eyes, then, radiating heat, walked over, gave Karina an encouraging look, and extended her hands to her husband:

“That’s natural—here, give me Green.”

"alright."

Yang Hao obediently handed Green to Koschich, and after holding Green for a while, Koschich looked at Mr. Yang Hao, who was helping Karina tidy up her things, with a strange expression and said:

"—Darling, Green asked me to tell you something—if you dare touch her forehead again before she can move, she'll pin you to the ground and give you a good beating once she can move—"

"...Actually, it's okay if you don't finish what you're saying, really."

Yang Hao reached out and covered Kosichek's mouth. He looked at Green in Kosichek's arms, cold sweat pouring down his face, feeling his future suddenly become incredibly dark—but what could he do? He liked this feeling, so what if it was dark? Even if it was darker, it didn't matter!

As long as you don't end up like Miss Elegy, draining me of every last bit of my soul...

"...Hehe. That's settled then. But by the way, are you ready to go to Kazimierz?"

"Of course it's ready. What could be a more convincing reason for sending troops than a duke who has lost his wife and is leading an army to seek revenge? Besides, no one on Her Majesty Catherine's side has any objections, right?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor has already prepared everything for you—we will declare war on Colombia this afternoon. The reason for the declaration of war is 'revenge'."

"It suits me quite well. Sigh."

How many people are you taking with you this time?

"I'm taking all the Templar Knights with me. And then, Theresa, Karina—"

"I'm here." Karina smiled and closed her packed suitcase.

"Yes, yes. Then there's Sonia, and Hela. I've already contacted more Sarkaz mercenaries with Lady Theresis, but I should at least bring some Ursus troops, right? So, Mr. Bozokasti, along with the Royal Guard and Army Group that I got from His Majesty the Emperor, I'll also bring them. All in all, that'll be about 3 people, right?"

"Kazimierz must be looking forward to your arrival with a mixture of joy and fear... Heh. Ah, did Green ask me to pass on a message to you?"

"Ok?"

Yang Hao reached out and rubbed Green's forehead—he really was bold, really.

"Be careful while you're in Kazimierz. Once you get there, there won't be any more of those controlled 'exercises' like yesterday. And she also said that if you touch her again, she won't talk to you anymore."

"Haha, I'll let go, I'll let go... By the way, where's that snake scale guy?"

"He got a beating from the Templars, and now he's out eating, drinking, and relaxing with them—all paid for by the Templars."

"That's true...sigh."

He sighed, thinking to himself that this time, he really was going on a business trip.

He wondered how many months it would be before he could return home. He was a little nervous, but he also knew that every man had to face this sooner or later. He hoped nothing bad would happen on this trip.

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