My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Even at a time like this, there's still someone who won't take the initiative? My husband, you dared to lay a hand on the Kuranta people, why don't you dare to lay a hand on our head maid? What is it about Monica that's not good enough? Don't you think so, Monica?"

The black snake, who had lived for over a thousand years, was smiling as she used words and actions to force Yang Hao and Monica to confront their true feelings—after all, she genuinely couldn't stand by and watch any longer. Now, Yang Hao and Monica were still cowering; was she going to wait until Monica missed her chance like that little blood demon before she started to worry? No, impossible!

She needed to get her head maid to clarify her relationship with her husband as soon as possible. After all, it was common knowledge that immortals didn't have to abide by the ethics and morals of criminals. But even so, Koschie didn't want her trusted head maid to one day be crying and complaining that the little blood demon had stolen her master.

As for what the little bat would think if she knew about this? Koschke didn't care—after all, it was the little bat who released the man herself. Now that she's going to grow up, let's wait a few decades and see what she can do when she comes back.

"Lord Cosiche...Lord Yang Hao..."

Monica was led by Koschich to the opposite side of Yang Hao's room. Bewildered, she was guided by Koschich to lean forward in the bathtub, and then her hand was guided to grasp something in the water...

Her already flushed face was now completely devoid of any other color besides red. Her eyes darted around in panic, but Yang Hao clearly saw that she was merely avoiding his gaze, occasionally stealing glances at the object she was holding in the pool...

Yang Hao wanted to say something, but when he felt a sudden tightening grip from the other side, and saw Koschich submerge his head in the water, followed by the sensation of sucking and licking, and the awkward, rough touch of Monica starting to rub him up and down... he closed his mouth.

...... ......

......

On the night of the fifth, after dinner, Yang Hao lay on the bed in a daze, chatting with Kosic about the new roster while reliving the joy he had just experienced.

It wasn't a big deal, really. They didn't even get to the point. Although Monica awkwardly gave Yang Hao a handjob under Koschche's guidance, Koschche was basically the one doing all the work... Afterwards, this old snake even claimed to a blushing, speechless Monica that "what happened in the bathroom was just education," implying that she'd probably get a lot more to suffer in the bedroom...

Anyway, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Come to think of it, Yang Hao was prepared to spend several months with his wife before his long journey... Sigh, sometimes he would think of secretly buying some nutritional supplements from the doctor to nourish his body, but considering that if he did that, Koschche would be even more excited, he decided against it.

And speaking of which, Monica was so cute just now... It's hard to imagine that shy, flustered, and awkward expression appearing on the face of a serious and earnest head maid... And she was trembling, and I don't know what her other hand was doing, could it be...?

“My dear. On this list of emperors, the one worth noting is the current Speaker of the Imperial Council—he is a neutral party, but he is also a dove. He doesn't want Ursus to get involved in the war, so in a sense, he might want His Majesty to make a compromise with the Sherlock Holmes.”

As Yang Hao was lost in thought, Koschie gently slapped him with her tail, bringing him back to reality. While enduring the ticklish sensation from his nose, and to avoid further distraction from his wife, he simply put the tip of her tail into his mouth.

She made happy sounds, especially after Yang Hao gently circled his tongue in the furry tip of her tail.

"...Does that mean a quasi-traitor who wouldn't even mind sacrificing his own country to maintain peace?"

Yang Hao, who was sucking on Kosich's tail, mumbled indistinctly.

"Hmm...more or less. He's the kind of person who would trade Ursus's interests for peace even if it's hopeless—I'm not entirely sure how he got to the position of Speaker of the Imperial Council, but anyway, you go over there and help us take him out."

"Oh? That's true... I don't want to be stabbed in the back by someone when we're stabbing Duke Nikolai... Ah? Koschche? What's this?"

"The minister of the Empire's moderate administrative department, he's too moderate, just someone who sides with His Majesty. His appearance on the list probably means His Majesty is somewhat dissatisfied with him... so it's enough to remove him from office, there's no need to kill him."

"Oh... so this?"

...

The couple were discussing important matters, and for a while they were so engrossed in each other that they wouldn't be going to bed early tonight.

Meanwhile, the execution of the nobleman this morning and the insults inflicted on Duke Nikolai have had a significant impact on the situation at Saint-Germain-des-Prés this evening.

Sitting in the palace working through the night, watching the endless stream of councilors from the Maslenitsa nightclub requesting an audience, Her Majesty Catherine sneered, thinking to herself that she would definitely teach them a lesson in the next few months.

Chapter 206

...

6 month 10 day.

A lot has happened recently.

The first thing to be affected was the conflict between the Duchy of Kosice and the Duchy of Nikolay. Because the events of early June directly involved the nobles under the two duchies, this conflict was featured on the front page of almost every newspaper, providing ample entertainment and fodder for conversation for people outside the two duchies who were deeply mired in economic crisis.

Moreover, it wasn't just those within the Ursus Empire who were paying attention to this conflict; even those outside Ursus were watching. The neighboring Kazimirians, noticing that Duke Nikolai seemed to have been forced into power, began to consider ceasing their support for his "Conquest." Furthermore, the Kazimirians noticed a familiar-looking intelligence unit appearing in the Kosichean Duchy. Realizing that this unit was their abandoned spy force, they immediately took action: sending more spies to gather evidence and, more importantly, to teach the traitor a lesson.

Leaving aside the good fortune that the "loyal Kazimierz commercial spy" might bring them, further away, Lord K and Lord L were deep in thought, looking at the newspaper on the table.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. A was involved in the assassination attempt on the head maid of the Duke’s mansion. We haven’t received any response from him since he lost contact; it seems he’s dead.” Lady K puffed on her cigarette while using tweezers to remove a raised scale from her face. She was somewhat annoyed by this, but there was nothing she could do. “As for the other nobleman, although our intelligence doesn’t record him, it’s likely an internal problem within the Ursus Empire…”

"The question now is, how exactly did A die? If I remember correctly, he should be the hardest one for us to die—if he were disguised as obsidian, lava, or even just a pile of shit, he shouldn't have died in such a ridiculous way?"

"...I don't know. But it's conceivable that this was the effect of that gentleman's abilities. Alas, the assassination plan has been completely ruined. How is Colombia's military expansion progressing?"

"This is terrible, many state governments aren't listening to our policies... What can we do?"

"Kill him. Or give him enough money."

"Then let's just kill him."

In Colombia, the immortals, led by Lord K, are troubled by the failure of their plan. Of course, they must have a Plan B—although the expansion of this Plan B seems so strange, it's not surprising considering it's the Colombian people's idea.

However, their military expansion is less about "preparing to fight Ursus" and more about "planning to take down Poland first." After all, thinking about it carefully, preparing to fight Ursus with Casimir in between... that's really bad news.

If Casimir is willing to stand with Colombia, then everything will be fine—but if Casimir sides with the Ursus, then Colombia will be in danger.

It would be better to sign a non-aggression pact with Ursus before such an event occurs, and then consider how to wage war against Ursus after eliminating Casimir. This would not only greatly reduce the risks, but Colombia could also gain considerable resources after defeating Casimir.

What? Colombia can't possibly defeat Casimir? Are you kidding me! Isn't it a universally acknowledged fact that Casimir has been corrupted by capital and is gradually becoming unbearable? Besides, Casimir's capable troops are all stationed on the border towards Ursus, not facing Colombia right now?

Let's not even talk about those second-line troops. With the support of advanced research institutions such as Rheinland Life Sciences, Colombia at least holds the upper hand in terms of science and technology.

"...So, the distribution of new equipment, and the modification of industrial lathes?"

"It will take quite a while. Don't rush them; even short-lived people need time to adjust, don't they?"

"Phew... Give them ten years. Ten years is enough for those short-lived devils to complete the first phase of their transformation."

"What about Ursus?"

"Let's put it aside for now. If we can't even handle our own affairs, how can we fight the Ursus?"

"That's true..."

The long-lived people of Colombia are working hard for the prosperity of Colombia.

Meanwhile, a caravan from Yan Kingdom had arrived in the Duchy of Koschei with their goods and an expedition team. Under the warm hospitality of the officials, the Yan merchants and the economically recovering Duchy of Koschei engaged in a pleasant transaction. Secretly, they were also granted permission to construct an embassy near the city center using their workers and the building materials they had brought, to facilitate better communication between the two sides.

For the Duchy of Koschei, the arrival of the Yan Kingdom merchant caravan not only greatly boosted the economic confidence of businesses within the territory, but also, in a sense, set a good example for other territories in the Ursus Empire that were deeply affected by the economic crisis. At the same time, the fact that the Duchy of Koschei could communicate with the Yan Kingdom right under the Emperor's nose was also a signal—an extremely dangerous signal for others: that the Duchy of Koschei might become a focus of development in the Emperor's eyes in the future.

Why do you say that?

Firstly, once the Duchy of Koschei becomes the core of the Ursus Empire's development, the resources of other duchies will be tilted towards the Duchy of Koschei. In other words, if the average person can eat three bowls of rice, but one person grows up and can eat four bowls of rice, the others will have less rice to eat.

Secondly, if the Duchy of Kosichea does indeed become the second center of the empire in the future, then other noble dukes or great merchants will face a terrifying problem: if the Duchy of Kosichea does not stand with the Imperial Council, but with the Emperor... then it is very likely that the great empire of Ursus will head down the path of dictatorship.

This would seriously affect the interests of the Imperial Diet, and also the interests of a segment of the bourgeoisie. Therefore, needless to say, the members of the Sherlock Holmes nightclub, and now even many neutral members have begun petitioning His Majesty the Emperor to condemn Duke Kosiché's unauthorized actions. However, what they don't know is that their disgraceful behavior is further troubling the Emperor, and unknowingly, the new list has been expanded to include many more unfortunate individuals destined to be burned at the stake...

"Just a few more days, a little longer... then we can burn all those bastards to death, and after dealing with the filthy maggots at the Carnival nightclub, Ekaterina, you'll be able to completely control this empire and lead it to glory... the heir...?"

Her Majesty the Emperor murmured to herself in her room, taking deep breaths. She knew she would definitely succeed with Yang Hao's help, so she was already considering the issue of her future successor.

Chapter 207

Ekaterina was genuinely considering the issue of succession. Now that she was certain of her success, she had to think about the crucial matter of who would inherit the autocratic Ursus Empire.

After all, Ekaterina is already over 30! Even if the Ursus race has a longer lifespan than the Feline or other short-lived races, being over 30 is almost the limit for Ekaterina to start a family.

If she doesn't find a successor soon, the Ursus Empire will face a fundamental problem!

After all, dictatorship is different from a parliamentary constitutional system. Complete dictatorship means that if Catherine doesn't handle this issue well, the empire is far more likely to disintegrate than before. Furthermore, the successor's ability is also a concern: if the successor is incapable of properly managing this vast empire, then Catherine might have no choice but to abdicate in favor of someone more deserving.

Even so, if one were to abdicate, wouldn't it have to be to one's trusted confidant? However, if the situation didn't get that bad, then Catherine wouldn't even consider it.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the bed in her palace. There was still room left on the bed, waiting for the other person to obediently lie down. If she included the future heir who would need careful care, then there were still quite a few rooms in this palace that could serve as the best nursery.

"Phew... I still don't understand why Duke Koschie, this immortal being, values ​​Mr. Yang Hao so much... And it seems like it really is 'love'? Didn't she consider what would happen if Mr. Yang Hao didn't live to see her grow old?" Ekaterina muttered to herself as she lay in bed, preparing for sleep that night. "But whatever. Everything, both overt and covert, is basically settled... A few days? Okay, when is my period again?"

To be frank—Empress Catherine is so lusting after Yang Hao that she'd practically want to imprison him for ten or twenty months as soon as he arrives. But she knows that doing so would only provoke Duke Koschche's furious resistance in the future civil war, so she can only regretfully think: ten or twenty days wouldn't be a problem, as long as it's all during my menstrual period, I can keep one child.

This cannot be attributed to Her Majesty Catherine's indiscretion, but rather to the fact that for powerful women in such high positions, the existence of a normal marriage process is, in a sense, meaningless. Their aspirations only rise higher, and to achieve their goals more efficiently, it's quite common to have a whirlwind marriage with a man they fancy and quickly secure an heir.

If there's any regret, it's that Mr. Yang Hao is already married yet still so devoted to his family. But that's also a good thing; at least Her Majesty Catherine doesn't have to worry about this man betraying her after she becomes pregnant—after all, it's still your child, isn't it? Even if you betray me, the most heartless thing you can do to someone as devoted to your family is probably to beat the Crown Prince a few times and then tenderly coax the tearful child to sleep, right?

And this even saves me the trouble of worrying about education... Sigh, you're so capable, I'll offer you a better position, better benefits, and better pay. Could you also help me take care of your child in your spare time? Anyway, your child will inherit this great empire in the future, so you won't lose out, right?

What's more, this was a trap Her Majesty Catherine had set for Yang Hao during their previous meeting—he thought the crown prince he would be educating was someone else's child, little did he know that the crown prince he was to educate was his own. To be honest, Catherine couldn't wait to see his utterly bewildered expression then...

"Phew... I should rest first. Lots of work tomorrow, so much work..."

Her Majesty the Emperor believed she had thoroughly understood Yang Hao's character—and indeed, she had. But she could never have imagined that Yang Hao's constitution might have some serious problem...

She did a few stretching exercises to relax, then lay down on the bed to go to sleep.

While His Majesty the Emperor was asleep, in the Duke's bedroom of the Dukedom of Kosiché, Yang Hao lay in bed, looking puzzled and also worried about recent events.

"Hey Koschche, am I being watched lately?" he asked his wife, who had her legs crossed on her thighs, looking puzzled. "I've been sneezing a lot lately, and I've seen a doctor, but I don't have any symptoms of illness."

"Perhaps Duke Nikolai thinks about how to devour you every night?" the noble Duke Kosiché said coquettishly, turning over with his member between her legs. "But don't worry. Nothing will happen here."

"I know...it's just that I sneeze every day, and it's a bit uncomfortable..."

"Then, that's settled..."

...

She sat up, pushed her husband down onto the bed, and silenced his sneezing with her tongue. The inseparable couple then prepared to end their day.

Completely bewildered, Mr. Yang Hao certainly never imagined that His Majesty the Emperor would have such thoughts about him—or rather, he had thought about it before, but his ideas weren't bold enough, so much so that he had no idea that His Majesty planned to immediately tie him up and take him to the palace to do everything as soon as he took office.

But it's actually a good thing he can't think of such a thing. How should I put it? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Knowing too much can actually make you unhappy, right?

The head maid Monica, who found this saying most accurate, strongly agreed with it—in her innocent days, she knew nothing of the world and lived a fulfilling and satisfying life.

Since being personally "instructed" by Lord Koschche that day, the head maid, who has learned a lot, has found her life recently quite unhappy... especially considering that her bedroom is right next to the two lords' palaces, her bed is against that wall, and her senses have become even more acute after her ascension... this is even more true.

She sat pressed against the wall, blushing as she listened intently to the sounds coming from behind it. She bit her pajamas collar, hesitating whether to sneak over...

But in the end, Monica gave up. After all, she was just the head maid, and she couldn't disturb the two gentlemen's private time.

So, let's find an opportunity tomorrow...

She swallowed hard. Meanwhile, far away in Minos, Margarita was planning to have a long-awaited conversation with Yang Hao the next day, and happily chat with him about her growth.

Chapter 208

June 11th. Yang Hao originally planned to go to the headquarters of the Creed to pat the pony's bottom after a long time, but as soon as he stepped out, he remembered that Theresa had already gone to work in the Duchy of Nikolai, so he could only regretfully give up.

"Alas, Mr. Napoleon has gone to find other Gauls who are still wandering, and Theresa and Paul have gone to the Duchy of Nikolai to prepare for the future theft of landships and weapons. Now, it seems that the only people I can find are Mr. Joseph and Mr. Grovazel? And Sonia, who has recently been staying at her base and using a remote communicator to direct another deep-sea hunter team to return?"

"Yes, sir. If you really have nothing better to do, why not make preparations for receiving the United City before their arrival on the 20th?"

"Oh dear, what preparations do I need to make? Koschche will be in charge of most of the work, and I'll just... go have a few rounds of beer with my old friends~"

"By the way, sir, if you don't come home at night..."

“…Ahahaha…”

Due to recent work issues, Yang Hao's cabinet has also become busy, and several members who were sent abroad have simply disappeared.

Mr. Napoleon intended to bring back as many Gallic compatriots as possible to populate the population before the outbreak of civil war, while also bringing more technical talent to the Duchy of Cosice.

Paul the Serpent and Theresa of Creed also led their teams to the Duchy of Nikolai to prepare for their next big move.

The deep-sea hunter, Rabi, along with her four younger members, a group of infected workers hired at high salaries from the Kossie duchy, and former mercenaries, went to Kos Village to replenish the workforce for Yang Hao's next plan.

So, all Yang Hao can do in the duchy now is either chat with Mr. Grovazel, discuss serious matters with Mr. Joseph, or go to Ms. Sonia to learn more about the living conditions of the deep-sea hunters.

Hmm... but no matter how you look at it, this place is completely empty now, right? So he could only regretfully think, maybe I should go check out what good stuff the House of Elegy has tonight?

"Sure enough, after getting used to being busy, having nothing to do when you're idle makes you restless..."

“Perhaps you could consider finding something to do, sir?” Monica smiled, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, then snuggled up to him from behind and hugged him from behind. “Or maybe we could just go back and rest? Everyone’s been through a day of doing nothing, after all.”

"...You obedient maid, why are you being so proactive now?"

"...Because that's how Lord Koschke taught me, you know?"

"Then let's wait until later... Hey, at least let me confirm, okay?"

"Yes, my lord."

Monica gently bit Yang Hao's earlobe and then disappeared. However, Yang Hao could clearly feel that in the mirror world, Monica was sucking on his finger... Sigh, he didn't know if the "education" brought by Keschke was good or bad, but Yang Hao was already prepared to be completely devoured by Monica, really.

After all, he knew very well that things had developed to a point where he couldn't simply refuse by righteously declaring "fidelity is fidelity." Not to mention, this was actually Koschei's own wife pushing Monica towards him... Of course, he also admitted that he did have similar feelings for Monica and Theresa, and had abandoned any semblance of male restraint...

He felt great, absolutely wonderful, and so happy. He wished Margarita could have come sooner.

"I feel like I'm getting too carried away..." Yang Hao muttered to himself, reminiscing about his life with Margarita. After comparing it to his current life, he wanted to bring Margarita back so she could enjoy such a wonderful life too. "But never mind... Oh, my little bat... Grow up quickly."

However, a promise is a promise, and if I really have children in the future, I should keep that promise.