Hua Xi had long since discovered that the real Jiang Xinli, now that she was back to her senses, was in love with Sheng Tianze.
If he stayed by her side, he feared he wouldn’t even have the chance to humble himself for a place in her heart.
At this thought, Hua Xi’s heart clenched painfully.
He slowly held out a divorce agreement.
Jiang Xinli feigned a sigh, taking it with a dejected look on her small face.
She didn’t want to look at Xuan Ying, but she had to.
A playful glint flickered in his ice-blue eyes as he said with a wicked smile:
“I want a divorce, too.
You may have gotten my first kiss, but I don’t need you to take responsibility for it.”
Jiang Xinli: “…”
A sheet of paper fluttered down in front of Jiang Xinli.
“You—” Jiang Xinli clenched her fists, suppressing her rage as she turned to Sheng Tianze, who was closest.
“What about you?”
The gazes of the other four husbands shot toward him like sharp arrows.
“Me?” The corner of Sheng Tianze’s lips curled up slightly.
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze fixed on her, as if trying to capture every shift in her thoughts.
Unfortunately for him, while the young woman looked thoroughly wronged, her heart was as calm as still water, as if she had made some unshakable resolve.
“Yes.” Unaware that her thoughts were being spied on, Jiang Xinli just nodded earnestly.
“Do you want a divorce, too?”
“Yes.” Sheng Tianze handed over a sheet of paper, his lips curling into a smile.
“Of course.
I want…
Li, too.
I want…
Li, very, very much.”
Everyone was stunned, their gazes shifting back and forth between him and Jiang Xinli.
Xuan Ying, however, shot a sharp glance at the paper he’d handed over and sneered.
“I truly didn’t know that my past self brought you all so much pain.” Seeing that several of her Beast Husbands wanted a divorce, Jiang Xinli didn’t look sad.
Instead, her eyes filled with self-reproach and her face with regret.
“I thought that if I just changed, I could make you all a little happier, a little more joyful…”
Jiang Xinli began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“But I never imagined it was all just my own wishful thinking…
SOB SOB SOB…”
“If that’s how it is…” Jiang Xinli wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and stacked the papers together.
Just as she was about to rip them all up, she noticed that the divorce agreement from Sheng Tianze was a little too short.
She looked closer, and her eyes widened in a stupor.
Peach Marriage Agreement
During the continuation of this marriage, I voluntarily enter into the highest-level interstellar notarized contract and pledge the following with my life:
In all major matters concerning the marriage, I will respect and obey my Female Master’s every decision and word (exception: in life-threatening situations, where protecting the Female Master’s safety shall be the first priority).
2.
In the event of special circumstances, refer to Article 1.
3.
Spousal Sentence: Permanent.
Signatory (Beast Husband): Sheng Tianze __________ Signee (Female Master): Jiang Xinli
Three clauses was the minimum number required by the Interstellar Marriage Law for both marriage and divorce agreements.
Jiang Xinli suppressed her astonishment as a warm feeling spread through her heart.
She looked up at Sheng Tianze, tears welling up in her eyes once more.
In those salty, warm tears were four parts emotion, three parts acting, two parts sincerity, and one part suspicion.
The next second, she wiped her tears, carefully tucked this agreement into her Space Ring, and then, with a single RIP, tore up the divorce papers from the others.
“Female Master!” the remaining three cried out in alarm, though their voices held a hidden trace of relief.
Each of them reached out as if to stop her, only to feign the motion and stop halfway.
Xuan Ying didn’t understand what she was trying to do.
He sat up straighter, his gaze locked on her, his expression profound.
Sheng Tianze remained perfectly composed.
“I will divorce all of you, but—” Jiang Xinli lifted her small face, her gaze firm.
“Not right now.”
The men asked in unison, “What do you mean?”
Jiang Xinli didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she straightened her back and said in a clear voice, “The welfare mission issued by the interstellar prison…
I assume you all saw it?”
Ye Kuo and Hua Xi nodded.
“Yes, we saw it.”
Sensing the sudden shift in her tone, a flicker of suspicion crossed Yue Hua Yin’s silver eyes, as if he’d caught the scent of something unusual.
Xuan Ying said nothing, his slender fingers tapping on the Light Computer on his wrist.
After a piece of information flashed across the screen, he looked up, his falcon-like gaze shooting toward Sheng Tianze, who was still staring at Jiang Xinli.
Sheng Tianze seemed to sense it and met his gaze.
Their eyes locked in a silent exchange.
This time, there was none of their previous animosity.
Instead, there was a tacit understanding that others would find difficult to fathom.
Hua Xi raised a hand to smooth his beautiful peacock feathers and analyzed the situation:
It usually only happens when a new ruler ascends the throne, sort of like a general amnesty.
But it’s very strange that this one specifically targets Dark Star, and only prisoners with sentences of 90 years or more.”
“Completing the mission grants a sentence reduction of over 90%.
The terms are certainly tempting,” Yue Hua Yin said unhurriedly.
“But we still don’t know the specifics of the mission.”
Ye Kuo chimed in, “But one thing is certain: there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
This mission is bound to be incredibly dangerous.”
Xuan Ying suddenly cut in, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Isn’t that obvious?
Did we really need you to point that out?”
“You—” Hearing this, Ye Kuo’s black leopard ears shot straight up in anger.
Veins bulged on his fists as he clenched them with a CRACK, and he shot to his feet.
“Xuan Ying, stop being such a damn cynic all the time!
If you’ve got a problem with me, let’s fight!”
‘I’m speechless,’ Jiang Xinli thought.
‘Ye Kuo’s temper is like a powder keg with a short fuse.
I wonder if he’ll ever change…’
“A fight?” Xuan Ying’s voice was mocking.
“With only Martial Power, what’s the difference between you and a common brute?”
Sheng Tianze, who had been quietly observing both Jiang Xinli’s facial expressions and her inner thoughts, spoke in a low voice:
“The Female Master hasn’t finished speaking.
If you want to fight, take it outside.”
After speaking, he gave Jiang Xinli’s palm a gentle squeeze and shot her a reassuring glance.
“Female Master, please continue.”
Ye Kuo glanced at Jiang Xinli and, though still unwilling, sat back down with a frustrated huff.
Xuan Ying lowered his gaze and raised his hand.
A small, ice-blue snake emitting a faint glow appeared in his pale palm.
He took the blade of wild grass from his mouth and began to leisurely tease the snake with it.
Jiang Xinli picked up her glass of water and took a small sip before continuing.
“This mission will definitely be dangerous, but the details will be announced by the 1st of next month at the latest.
No matter what it is, I want to take it.”
She paused, her gentle gaze sweeping over them.
“I think that rather than wasting away for a hundred years on this Deserted Star, getting harassed by Puppet Corpses from time to time, we should risk it all and fight for a chance.”
“The average lifespan of an interstellar beastman is over 200 years.
Even without considering the life extension from leveling up superpowers and spiritual power, an exile of 100 years means more than half our lives are gone.
The best years of our lives will be gone.
After 100 years, can people who’ve spent so long on this primitive, savage planet still adapt to the high-tech civilization of interstellar life?”
Her tone shifted as her gaze swept over them once more.
“Of course, I know you can choose to divorce me right now.
But after the divorce, can you guarantee your lives will be any better than they are on this Deserted Star?”