After all, the royal family values face, and cannot stand anyone speaking ill of them. Exaggeratively speaking, they virtually keep an eye on every galactic citizen.
Anyone making statents detrintal to the royal family would be imdiately arrested!
Commander’s ex-wife: Arrest? They’d need to find the ti for that. The commander is barely alive, border roars are lurking vigilantly. Seeking aid from the Nine Realms Kingdom was denied; the royal family is dood sooner or later!
Sweet Potato Big Tomato: The ones who really suffer from their quarrels are ordinary citizens like us.
Honey Dipped Knife: Wasn’t there an old saying in Blue Star, "In prosperity, common people suffer; in extinction, common people suffer." However, if the forr commander were still here, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Back in the day...
Mother Six: Whoa there! Speaking of him is worse than cursing the royal family. Wanna lose your head?
Honey Dipped Knife: Okay, okay, I’ll stop talking.
The night was eerily quiet. The beeping sound in the livestream room never ceased, with people sending private ssages and comnts
Hannah occasionally chatted with people, which was quite joyful; however, she sotis blankly stared at the screen, looked out the window at the night, and then at the comnts.
Nobody knew what she was thinking.
Golden Lotus secretly took a sneak peek, she didn’t understand it but was curious about the forr commander ntioned only once in the comnts.
Until late into the night, when a cold wind blew by.
There was a sound in the yard as if sothing was blown away.
It was accompanied by faint, panicked footsteps.
The livestream room had excellent sound reception; everyone heard it and asked in comnts whether soone was outside.
The more they discussed, the scarier it got—ghost stories quickly abound.
Hannah just smiled sweetly, waved at the cara, "Okay, that’s it for today, see you next ti."
Golden Lotus closed the live streaming room and squatted obediently on the table.
Hannah got up and walked towards the door. As soon as she opened it, a person stumbled in.
Vincent raised his head and looked pitifully at Hannah, his eyes gleaming, his mouth pouted, as he pointed to the courtyard, "The hole is blocked."
The hole was blocked, so he couldn’t get in.
He was both wronged and sad.
Vincent knew his biting incident had caused trouble for Hannah last ti, so he always ca at night afterwards, not to disturb anyone and never entered through the main entrance.
He had grown used to it.
However, he didn’t expect the hole to be blocked when he ca last night, and it was still blocked today.
He thought Hannah didn’t want him anymore and found him annoying.
The more he thought about it, the more upset he beca.
Hannah found it funny. She squatted down to maintain eye level with him, patted his head, and explained, "I didn’t block it."
Vincent’s eyes glead brightly hearing this; his sadness disappeared instantly, but the sense of injustice remained, "Who blocked it then?"
Hannah thought for a mont about how to explain this to him, but ended up pointing to the real culprit, "Jackie Qualls."
Vincent wrinkled his nose and pouted, "A man."
Hannah nodded, smiled and said, "Yes, our neighbor."
Vincent was even more unhappy now. Thinking about how the town folks gossiped about the mischievous Old King always coveting other people’s cabbages, he grumbled: "His surna is King."
It took Hannah a few seconds to get the joke before she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Her laughter was light and joyful, as though she had co to life. Despite it being nightti, Vincent felt as if he was bathing in the sun.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her and found himself laughing along.
As a standard galactic AI, Golden Lotus did not understand what these two were laughing about.
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