vstars Chapter 302 May the Gods Bless Us
Chapter 302 May the Gods Bless Us
Chapter 302 May the Gods Bless Us
After the ceremony, Sang Qing took Bai Xiao's ashes and the highest honor, along with Ying, back to the Seventh District and buried him and some of the Flying Bird Team members who had no relatives on the snow-covered mountain peak.
"May evil be vanquished and the world be at peace."
Sang Qing's voice choked, and her nose felt slightly sore.
With a flick of the wrist, paper butterflies transformed and filled the sky, just like their freedom.
May the gods bless you, and if there is an afterlife, may you be untamed, free, and happy.
Shi Ying stood beside Sang Qing and saluted the distant spot where the white paper flew. Everyone behind him also saluted with solemn hearts.
"Captain, Feng-ge, don't worry, we will live well with your share. We will come to see the snow with you every year from now on. The healer has become the new empress. We will never suffer injustice, be bullied, or be used as sacrifices again. The special forces team will be the empress's personal team from now on."
The snowy owl sniffed, knelt on the cleared ground, brushed the snow off the gold badges one by one, and said with a firm look in its eyes.
The little follower who used to always follow Bai Xiao behind has now grown into a young hero who can stand on his own and lead a platoon.
Shortly thereafter, two new regulations were promulgated:
Before reaching adulthood, between the ages of 16 and 20, females must provide the military with a specified number of treatments. This number is not many and varies from person to person, but it is definitely within the female's tolerance.
Secondly, females must provide mental health treatment to their male partners: once a month for the master, at least once every three months for the concubine, and at least once every six months for the servant. If this cannot be provided, the male partner may request a divorce, and the female protection committee should provide support.
Sang Qing knew that this would cause dissatisfaction among some females, but females could not simply enjoy rights without fulfilling their obligations.
Pollution cannot be removed; it is interstellar dust that is constantly scattered in the air.
Even if she completely cleans up all the contaminated areas, the strange beasts will reappear after a while, and the misty domains will form anytime and anywhere.
The front lines need the protection of male orcs, so the rear must have supplies and protection.
Tao Tao and the others, Man Zhu and the others, don't deserve such unfair treatment.
Moreover, the values she set were all within the normal range after discussion.
The hospital is also intensifying its research efforts to develop drugs that can alleviate the aftereffects of psychological counseling in females.
All the members of the special forces team, as well as many soldiers in the military who were struggling in the darkness like them, wept with joy when they heard the news.
They had finally waited for this day.
General Curry stood on the podium, with bright red text on the large screen behind him.
His arm, which was supporting him on the table, trembled slightly. As the last word fell, the knot in his heart that had been tied up for many years finally loosened, and he felt a sense of relief.
He looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.
He wasn't wrong; that kind-hearted little girl would eventually illuminate this decaying world.
If kindness has an edge, then it is her most powerful weapon.
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In the imperial court
Not long after her official ascension to the throne, some people began to suggest that she choose more beast husbands.
"Your Majesty, as the ruler of a nation, your abundant offspring are the foundation for the continuation of the empire..."
Sang Qing sat high on the throne, listening with utter boredom as the officials talked one after another about the benefits of opening up a large harem. They gave a lot of examples and arguments, using classical Chinese phrases, and they did so in a reasonable and dignified manner.
Sang Qing stared at the officials who were talking the most enthusiastically, especially the Duke Green, who had been mentioning to him recently, intentionally or unintentionally, how handsome and intelligent his youngest son was at the age of twenty. He wanted to see what kind of nonsense they could come up with.
Suddenly, her eyelashes twitched, as if she sensed something. Sang Qing raised one hand to support her head, tilted her body slightly, and glanced towards the doorway with a seemingly casual look.
While the officials below the throne were still engaged in lively discussion, the palace door behind and to the side of the throne opened.
A black-clad figure stepped forward, the exquisite gold patterns on his body confirming his supreme status. The scene fell silent instantly.
Black Panther climbed onto the throne with a calm and elegant gait, and then lay comfortably on Sang Qing's lap.
Its golden beast eyes, seemingly imbued with gilded sediment, swept over everyone present with a cool gaze, and it casually said, "Continue."
Like a little pet that accidentally wandered in, I apologized for interrupting their conversation and said, "You don't need to worry about me, you can continue."
Everyone: "..."
Seemingly harmless, but actually exuding a powerful aura.
From those lazy, narrowed beastly eyes, everyone felt a chill, and their backs were drenched in sweat.
Their queen was leisurely stroking the black panther's back, completely indulging him, signaling them to continue; the phoenix's will was her will.
No one dared to speak.
The eloquent speech they had just given had long since vanished, and the room was completely silent.
No one spoke anymore.
Sang Qing waited a while before speaking to conclude: "This matter should not be mentioned again."
A gentle yet authoritative voice rang out in the hall, carrying an irresistible tone of command that completely extinguished their restless desires.
"Yes," the official replied, head bowed.
No one dared to question the Empress's decision. The rumors were indeed true; their Empress and Feng Jun had an extremely good relationship, so good that no one else could interfere.
Back in the study, Sang Qing dealt with the remaining official business, while Shi Ying sat opposite him, looking at a photograph.
After Sang Qing put down her pen, Shi Ying put down the photo, looked at Sang Qing with deep eyes, and said in a low, magnetic voice, "Awan, come here."
Sang Qing raised an eyebrow, walked over, and naturally sat on Shi Ying's lap, a smile playing on her lips.
"Went in at a time like that, weren't you afraid they'd accuse you of being jealous?"
Shi Ying's hand landed on Sang Qing's waist, completely unconcerned. "It doesn't matter. Let them say what they want. I never deny my greed. As long as Awan belongs to me alone, that's enough."
Sang Qing clicked her tongue; her leopard was getting more and more domineering.
However, she liked it very much.
Shi Ying picked up the photo on the table again. He moved his desk to a spot near the window so that he could see the second half of the sentence when the sunlight streamed in each day.
"I want Awan to explain it to me."
Shi Ying pressed Sang Qing between himself and the desk, forcing her to explain to him.
Her long hair fell onto the table, its edges gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Shi Ying gently stroked Sang Qing's soft neck, her teeth itching slightly, wanting to take a bite and leave a bright mark on it, so that no one would ever think of it again.
When their lips touched, he couldn't bear to hurt her, so he gently licked her.
It eventually transformed into its beast form, leaving a small, extremely inconspicuous plum blossom mark behind Sang Qing's ear.
Sang Qing hugged Shi Ying's head, pressed her face against it, rubbed against it, and let out a satisfied sigh.
The ears, paws, and tail would all be willingly handed to her, allowing her to knead and shape them as she pleased.
Sunlight streamed in through the curtains. Sang Qing cradled Shi Ying's head, her nose gently touching Shi Ying's, and smiled, "It means, my love is only for you."
Looking into those gentle, smiling black eyes, Shi Ying felt all the pent-up frustration in her heart vanish instantly.
Regardless of whether Awan is decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, or cold and aloof in the court, gentleness and kindness are always the underlying characteristics of her personality.
His favoritism was always open and straightforward, like a piece of candy melting in his heart.