Such an obedient subject.

LATER THAT EVENING

"I grew up loving my Grandpa, and you could say we were exceptionally close. I always had immense respect for him, and if he said something I considered foolish, I would ponder what mistake I might be making.

I was always thinking and rethinking.

I always respected my dad, and with his death, I realized how painful it is to lose someone close to you.

And you were the person he chose for me," Hui expressed to me, her voice carrying the weight of attachment and love.

"He chose me for you because he knew I would love and cherish you the way he did" I tell her, my tone genuine "Did he? Was he the best?" I inquired, seeking more insight from Hui.

"I believe he was the epitome of the perfect Grandpa, he was also a mentor, a friend, and a guiding light. " she conveyed to me.

Nobody is perfect. Perfection means stagnation, and stagnation means deterioration. He surely must be very lovely, caring, and wise, but perfect? It's not possible.

"It's saddening he's no longer with us. Are you going to miss him forever?" I inquired.

"He knew he would one day be gone despite being a Quasi-Deity. He wanted me to understand I had a duty to fulfill in this world."

Internally, I scanned the room, taking in the scenery, the faint light casting shadows that mirrored the solemnity of the conversation. Hui's expression conveyed a blend of sorrow and acceptance, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions while speaking of her grandfather.

"I presume that duty is doing good for others and training your mind to be upright," I questioned, trying to understand the weight of her responsibility.

"I'm uncertain," she replied. "Perhaps that is the duty, but I sense there might be something more."

"That divine duty could also be to become my divine companion, grow up to be beautiful for me, and give us some fat and big children once we're grown," I joked, but swiftly redirected the conversation, not letting her process what I said. I questioned her, "What fascinated you most about him? What was most interesting about him?"

"There was too much expectation on me because of divine birth. He wanted me to be better, and he knew how to balance the tough love part with the love part."

"He showed confidence in you, resulting in self-confidence in you," I continued. "He knew what to praise, and his praise was helpful. Am I correct?" I questioned her.

"I don't even know how we came to this topic. Let's not talk about it; I'm getting sentimental."

I licked my palm, slapped myself internally, and came back to reality.

"You wanted to know what am I planning to do with that Prince Carl."

"Yes, but that doesn't concern me anymore," Hui replied, her tone tinged with indifference, her gaze drifting momentarily toward the window.

"He is an insecure, weak person to a strong and strong person to a weak person"

"Chances are he'll soon be killed. I feel sorry for him."

"I know but I consider him my friend and would love to help him" I confessed softly, my voice laced with a hint of compassion

"Friends? You? The one who doesn't treat his future wife good? The chances of you wishing to get a stamp figurehead working for you in this part of the kingdom are greater." She said skeptically, raising an eyebrow in contemplation.

"I'm very hurt by this, Hui. How could you ever think that a compassionate person like me would have a hidden agenda behind friendship? Sometimes I wonder who did you take after in intelligence. Me or your grandfather," I retorted, a tinge of hurt underlying my words

"You will have a match tomorrow, don't you?" Her inquiry was direct.

"I believe so, as far as that sect leader informed," I confirmed, my voice carrying a hint of certainty amidst the shifting atmosphere.

"Hmm," she mused, her response holding an air of contemplation, perhaps a hidden thought she chose not to vocalize.

"I needed your help for something, though I could also seek assistance from Prime Android 17 and Aca... I mean, the squad leader."

"You suddenly need my help now?" Her response brimmed with a curious skepticism, an undertone of surprise lacing her words.

The inner thrill and eagerness pulsed within her, Just as I expected.

I again licked my palm and slapped my cheeks. All INTERNALLY, Mind you.

"It would truly delight me if my beloved wife, my endearing wife, bedecked in newly acquired jewelry solely for my sake, would assist me in the consumption of five 100-millennium-old ginsengs while I undertake the completion of my Immortal-Destroying Breathing Technique."

Despite having no need for her aid, absorbing the remaining five 10000-millennium-old ginsengs I acquired as a reward from the system proved challenging on my own, and I am averse to receiving assistance from my subjects.

However, she merely took a sip of her coffee and regarded me with a vacant expression, appearing detached from her surroundings, at least from the perspective of an ordinary person.

Should someone be attempting to woo women of her caliber, he might perceive her indifference as a lack of interest. However, my perspective diverges from that of the typical suitor.

Sipping her tea in an air of detachment, she cast a cold, indifferent gaze in my direction.

Frankly, her demeanor didn't faze me in the least.

She strode purposefully toward the room's center, effortlessly employing Qi-telekinesis to clear everything obstructing her path.

Glancing my way, she silently gestured, urging me to proceed.

"Quite the extraordinary fiancée," I muttered softly, just enough for her to catch.

I fervently believe that my fondness for her will be everlasting, unchanging. I have no desire to harm her as I did to others—she merits adoration and care.

So should I consider ending her life?

My sentiments for her do not match the love I held for my first wife, nor do they mirror the affections for my previous wives from past lives or even my feelings for Acantha (the Maid).

The question of love versus killing lingered as she helped me absorb the 100-millennium-old ginseng.

I widened my meridians and my aperture while continuously destroying 7 chakra acupoints and recreating them.

*******

(After half an Hour)

"Hui, you've truly put in a lot of effort for me. I appreciate it," I expressed, now using my charm Infinity.

"It's really nothing," she responded quickly, walking away and taking a seat on the bed. "You should go; I'm all sweaty."

"How cute." I thought inwardly

I appeared instantly in front of her, breaking the sound barrier, yet making sure no harm resulted from it by using Qi telekinesis.

I hugged her and as I calculated she resisted but didn't try much to push, which she could.

"Didn't I tell you I'm sweaty and you should leave, It's not appropriate for a man and woman to be in the same room for such a long time."

It appears she might have overlooked the fact that we are not the only ones in this room. But given that the presence or absence of my shadow guard doesn't seem to affect the situation, I suppose her observation is technically accurate.

"I understand, and I'm leaving," I continued in a gentle tone. "I just want you to know that I love you. Even though I might not fully grasp your divine duty, always remember that I'll be right beside you."

Internally, a whirlwind of guilt and conflicting emotions stormed through my thoughts.

"All I want is your happiness, your smile, and your well-being. That's my sole wish. I'll handle any stress or burdens that come our way," I added, releasing a deep breath.

*****

"I'll be departing for the Lower Human Realms or potentially other realms following the trial's conclusion," I conveyed telepathically. "Make sure Hui remains unaware."

"Understood, sir," Acantha acknowledged.

"Maintain the utmost secrecy regarding this plan. Only the Emperor, the Provincial Leader, and a handful of trusted individuals should be aware," I specified.

"Yes milord," Acantha said as she took off my clothes.

"Such an obedient subject," I observed, taking in her athletic and well-endowed tall physique adorned with dark skin and lustrous black hair.

Let's look forward to tomorrow's duel.