My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Ugh!

Norsen, Norsen, don't become one of those old fogies you despise the most...

She sighed again.

Margarita ignored Ms. Northumbery's sigh and continued speaking to herself:

"Then, thinking about how the teacher wanted to teach Yang Hao some things... I can understand it... I actually have my own thoughts too... So knowing that you and Yang Hao have such a good relationship makes me feel relieved..."

"My own thoughts?"

"Are you relieved now?" "No, Margarita, my little bat... what are you thinking?" Mrs. Northumberna was stunned again... she truly hadn't expected things to turn out this way...

"Mmm!" Margarita nodded shyly and happily. "Because that way, I can ask my teacher to come with me to Ursus! When I grow up..."

"...Ugh."

Oh, so that's what it is...

Ms. Northumber smiled wryly and stroked Margarita's forehead. "If that's the case, Margarita, you don't need to worry! Your teacher is more worried about whether you'll be bullied by others after you go to Ursus alone... So you really don't need to worry so much, really!"

Sigh! But things have come to this...

"I'll go with you, really..." Ms. Northumber gently rubbed Margarita's cheek. She figured things had come to this point anyway, so Mr. Yang Hao probably wouldn't mind having another old blood demon living in his house, right? "But Margarita...you'll have to step it up, won't you?"

"Ok!"

"Sigh... Go take a shower first. You smell terrible..."

"Okay! Rather than this, teacher, could you teach me how to dress myself?"

“Of course. Let’s go, let’s go… Sigh.” Mrs. Northumen, who had gotten up, touched Margarita’s cheek, then picked up the little bat from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

She thought to herself that it would be very awkward when they met at lunch tomorrow.

Definitely. After all, Mr. Yang Hao, you can forget about ever having a private time with me during "teaching" sessions again...

Margarita, she'll surely pass away eventually, won't she?

"By the way, teacher?"

"Ok?"

"...Don't hide it from me next time."

"...Okay, okay."

And Margarita? Your eyes are terrifying...

I promise I won't hide anything from you anymore... and I don't remember raising you into that kind of twisted girl who wanted to kill other girls with a knife...

...

Ms. Norson is tasting the bitter fruit of her actions.

Meanwhile, back in his room...

Mr. Yang Hao was also washing himself, sweating profusely, and contemplating his future.

Chapter 214

...

　The period from December 16th to December 30th.

That is, the time for complete retirement.

Mr. Yang Hao really had nothing to do, and even when he did have something to do, it was just dealing with some trivial matters—so that's how it was.

The Crown Prince of Da Yan would occasionally visit his brother-in-law to strengthen their relationship. On the 20th, he even sent a small team of cooks. Mr. Yang Hao initially declined repeatedly, but eventually found it difficult to refuse and reluctantly accepted the cooks and some ingredients. His brother-in-law had clearly figured out Mr. Yang Hao's tastes; the cooks he brought were famous for their freshness and knife skills. Their knife skills—cutting a palm-sized piece of tofu into thousands of thin threads—were something even the head maid, Monica, admired.

Their culinary skills were truly remarkable. If Mr. Yang Hao hadn't represented the dignity of Ursus in some way, he probably would have completely stopped eating Ursus food after that group of chefs arrived, eating salt-baked chicken, salted fish and cured meat all day long, and for breakfast, he would have had a few bites of delicious century egg and lean pork congee and rice noodle rolls.

The arrival of those Great Yan chefs brought considerable convenience to those around Yang Hao. Even Mr. Napoleon from the Temple Tour Group and officers from the Ursus Regular Army Tour Group would occasionally come over for a meal, which, in a sense, proved that Great Yan was the world's number one in culinary arts.

But then again...

"So... Imperial Guards, tell me, have my brother-in-law still not caught those Great Yan's [Demon-Hating Faction]?"

12 month 30 day.

Yang Hao's intimate address to Crown Prince Wei Su was largely due to the incredibly delicious food the chef he sent over had prepared.

But as close as we are, brother-in-law, it's strange that you haven't brought those people back yet. Logically speaking, with your abilities, capturing those anti-demon nobles should be a piece of cake, right? Why is there still no movement? Why?

Confused, he took a bite of the delicious salt-baked chicken. Behind him, head maid Monica stared blankly at the ceiling: she had gone to learn cooking techniques from a chef from Yan yesterday, and still couldn't understand why a dish requiring precise knife skills—cutting a block of tofu into hundreds of thin strips—was considered a common home-cooked dish...

When questioned by Mr. Yang Hao, the guard merely glanced at Karina, Ms. Norsen, and Margarita, who were also having lunch in the room, and then lowered his head and said:

"Hiss... Huff... No. And the [Demon-Hating Faction] of the Great Yan has not taken any action."

"...I see. Then you may all leave. Margarita? Could you help me with a prediction later?"

"Huh? Hmm—can I do it now?"

"...Then please help me now."

"Ok!"

The guards watched the Blood Demon, who had smiled and agreed. They were generally aware of her terrifying power. That seemingly petite and fragile body possessed a monstrous strength and resilience capable of tearing open the gates of a moving city. Although she appeared immature, the Blood Demon's ability of prophecy was, in a sense, an extremely powerful ability for the nation...

Therefore, the guards showed their respect for Margarita's existence—especially when they learned that this little bat was Mr. Yang Hao's first love...

...

They couldn't help but worry about the pregnant His Majesty back home: it was hard to imagine that a man would have such a chaotic relationship with other women while one of his wives was pregnant, but the thought of the Yan people handing them irresistible wedding invitations right in front of them...

...

Fine.

The guards waited in silence for Miss Margarita's "prophecy".

After a moment—she blinked, then shook her head, and said to the guards:

"Would those stupid [anti-demon faction] members of Yan Kingdom be planning to assassinate Yang Hao on January 3rd?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it plunged the room into an inescapable silence.

After a while.

"...Sigh." Mr. Yang Hao put down his chopsticks, covered his forehead, and sighed heavily.

"Huh?" Miss Karina paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.

“...I knew it.” Although Ms. Norsen was drinking blood, she muttered something under her breath, subconsciously straightening her back, preparing for the work to come.

Head Maid Monica remained silent—because this was precisely the most important reason she had come. So she simply stood behind Mr. Yang Hao, thinking that she wouldn't be going back for a while.

After a while...

“I really can’t understand why their thought processes are so strange—if I die, will this deal fall through? That’s impossible, right?” Mr. Yang Hao’s helpless words broke the silence in the room. “So… the guards? Please pass this message on to my brother-in-law—they want to handle it themselves. Unless it’s the most critical moment, it’s better if we don’t get involved.”

"Whoosh... Let's go now."

"Go ahead. While you're at it, also help me gather information about the [professionals] in other countries."

"Yes."

The guards left.

Only after the guards left did the women focus their attention on Mr. Yang Hao's bitter face.

"I really don't understand why they're so obsessed with me..." Mr. Yang Hao sighed heavily. "Look at how peaceful Kazdel is now, with many Sarkaz settling in the mobile cities, and even the Kazdel royal court relocating there—why would they assassinate me instead of the Sarkaz? What good would it do them to start a war with Yanwu..."

“...In fact, many people don’t even think that far ahead, my lord.” Monica, the maid, sighed, standing behind him and fixing his hair. “They’re only short-sighted, focused on dealing with the immediate situation, without considering future changes and consequences—and naturally…they’ve set their sights on you.”

"But this is going too far... Never mind. I'm going to Kazdel this afternoon to ask Princess Theresis and Princess Theresia if they can accept the second batch of districts..."

"Yes, yes, but please make sure I come along, okay?"

"Okay..."

Mr. Yang Hao responded to the head maid's request. He knew he absolutely could not die, so he had to ensure his own safety.

Chapter 215

On the afternoon of the 30th, Yang Hao, as usual, went to Kazdel's palace as a guest.

This time, however, he was not heading to Kazdel, which was built on the surface, but to Neo-Kazdel, which had already migrated to a moving city.

Strange to say.

The Sarkaz of Kazdel live in the mobile city of Kazimir brought by the Ursus people... If this were said in the past, people would probably think the person who said it was an idiot.

But now... well, it's a done deal that Kazdel has acquired the mobile city, Ursus has become Kazdel's suzerain state, Kazimir is Ursus's vassal, and the fact that the Grand Duchess is pregnant with Mr. Yang Hao's child is also a reality—so...

So be it.

In short, as Yang Hao, accompanied by his head maid, Margarita, Northumbria, Karina, and his guards, prepared to head to the court in New Kazdel for a meeting with the Therese sisters to discuss daily affairs, they noticed something strange while walking down the street...

"If I remember correctly, there shouldn't be any Yan Kingdom restaurants in the mobile city of Kazimir, right?"

Yang Hao glanced strangely at the bustling Yanfeng Restaurant not far away. His lips twitched; he thought to himself, "That brother-in-law is indeed not to be underestimated..."

By using chefs and delicious food to gradually pry open the hearts of the Kazdel people, and then establishing a solid diplomatic relationship with them through the cooks, the chefs ultimately became spies for the Yan Kingdom—even if they weren't spies, their casual remarks about the Sarkaz people's eating habits during their rest periods back home would give the Great Yan Kingdom a new understanding of Kazdel...

If they're lucky, they might even be invited to the palace to become royal chefs... This would improve the diplomatic relations between the Great Yan and Kazdel. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!

But your real intentions aren't what they seem. On the surface, you're trying to improve relations with Kazdel, but are you actually targeting me?!

Would I, a Duke of Ursus, be swayed by your influence?! This is unacceptable—

Sniff.

"...Holy crap, it smells like Sichuan peppercorns, and this strong aroma of butter... Holy crap, is this hot pot?!"

When Yang Hao caught a whiff of that irresistible, spicy aroma wafting from there... his expression changed.

(It's been so long since I've had hot pot... Hmm... How about giving it a try?)

...He was really thinking about this problem very seriously.

The people of Yan's culinary prowess is terrifying. Even the Duke of Ursus admitted that he was completely captivated by the irresistible aroma...

Oh well, it's not like we'll be completely starving in the future. I'll just have to be patient, just a little longer...

Under Mr. Yang Hao's forced patience, they finally arrived safely at the palace in New Kazdel. This government, which was using the city control tower as a temporary palace, seemed unusually busy today. Even with Mr. Yang Hao's arrival, the attendants said that the Demon King and the CEO would take some more time to arrive.

"His Highness is discussing important matters with the officials of the various royal courts. Please wait in the reception room for a moment. We will go and inform them now."

"alright."

Yang Hao and the others sat down in their private reception room.

While resting there for a while, Yang Hao said to everyone:

"It seems that the situation in Kazdel is not optimistic... I bet the Demon King is currently arguing with her royal court about the future development, while the nobles are trying to find ways to benefit themselves—if this conflict is not resolved, it will be difficult for our policies toward Kazdel to remain stable in the future."

"...Isn't this a common occurrence?" Ms. Northumbers pursed her lips. "That's why I hate politics."

"But that's politics, you can't escape it no matter how much you hate it, especially for people like us... sigh. Monica? Could you check how much longer they'll be? If you get any interesting news, let me know."

Monica nodded and then left. Only after Monica left did Miss Karina, standing nearby, wryly remark, "Mr. Yang Hao really thinks this place is his own home—so arrogantly ordering his maid to spy on their important meeting right here in the conference room! If people find out, it could give them leverage."

In response, Mr. Yang Hao simply ruffled his childhood sweetheart's hair and smiled, saying: "A handle? That doesn't exist."

“They wouldn’t dare risk their lives using that. Well, that’s settled then—we’ll just wait a bit until Monica gets back.”

......

They waited there for a while.

During this time, Miss Karina was very curious as to why Margarita and Mr. Yang Hao's relationship had become so close.

It's not that they weren't close before... but now it seems like this is more than just "normal" intimacy, isn't it? Miss Margarita seems to have grown up in just half a month... has she experienced some kind of trauma?

She looked at Mr. Yang Hao, wondering if she should ask him tonight? Perfect timing, her research had also made progress...

Just as Miss Karina was lost in thought... Head Maid Monica returned with a strange expression.

When she returned from the mirror world, she made sure to thoroughly check every possible hiding place for listening devices in the room. After confirming that it was a "clean" room, she walked behind Mr. Yang Hao, glanced at Margarita standing beside him having her cheek rubbed, and then whispered something in Yang Hao's ear.

After all, this isn't something that should be made a big fuss about... Kazdel's [scandal].