Beast World: Rise to Power with the Offspring System

Chapter 170 169 Is This Your Birthday Wish?

"My eyesight is quite good. If there's nothing else, I'm going to go back and rest."

"You stop right there!" As Sally was about to leave, Aria immediately called out to her and moved around to her front, scrutinizing Sally's face.

Exquisite and delicate, perfectly proportioned, without any flaw.

But the more perfect it was, the more discontent Aria became.

Since her own appearance was not attractive, even makeup could not hide her sharp and harsh features, and without it, she could not even bear to look at herself.

The uglier one is, the more arrogant they become, and the greater the jealousy they harbor towards those of lowly birth who are more attractive than themselves, wishing nothing more than their death.

And her status allowed her, to a certain extent, to act on her malicious desires as she pleased.

Aria raised her hand toward Sally's face with her sharp nails, like blades ready to ruin Sally's beauty at a touch.

Sally didn't move but stared back at her coldly.

Those around who had noticed the scene were shocked by Aria's raised hand.

The Holy Mother was pregnant with the Holy Monarch's child, the future heir of the Empire, an event eagerly awaited by all. It didn't matter what happened to the Holy Mother, but the Empire's heir could not suffer the slightest harm.

Instantly, someone stepped in to protect Sally.

But before they could reach her, a dark figure teleported over, enveloping Sally in his embrace and using his back to shield her from Aria's hand.

His clothing was a defense artifact, and as soon as Aria's hand touched it, she was repelled by the artifact.

[No wonder you didn't want me to act. The Holy Monarch sure arrived in a timely manner.] Xiaomei said to Sally.

Sally responded, [If that slap really did land on my face, I would take the child and leave.]

A man who can't protect his woman certainly can't take good care of his children; she wouldn't feel safe leaving her baby with him.

Aria was helped up from the ground by a maid, her makeup ruined, and she stared angrily at Frans, "Frans! Whose side are you on?"

Without hesitation, Frans replied, "Yanyan's side, she is my companion."

"Companion?" Aria gaped, "She is just a plaything!"

The people around were also surprised.

Unlike other Beast Clans, the Angel Clan is bound by loyalty to their companions. They must remain faithful to one person while their companion lives, and only after their death can they seek another, although they are often still constrained by the lingering bond, making it difficult to accept another female.

Therefore, the Angel Clan seldom commits to companionship, sometimes not even in their lifetime.

Sally was unaware of this restriction and thought that Frans was merely joking, similar to how girlfriends and boyfriends on Earth might playfully call each other husband or wife even if they weren't married.

Frans's gaze became calm and icy, and his words made Aria tremble with fear, "Aria Goulding, from tonight on, you need my consent to enter the palace. Unauthorized entry will be punished as a crime against superior authority."

Having said that, he teleported away from the banquet with Sally in his embrace.

Aria had lost face completely and even her dignity.

Everyone exchanged glances, then looked at Aria as whispered conversations began.

"Tsk, did you hear that? His Majesty just now left out the 'Holy World's' primary royal surname when he said her name, how is that different from being expelled from the royal house?"

"She dared to meddle with the imperial heir, it's what she deserved."

"The Holy Mother is beautiful and has strong fertility strength, this one's old illness has flared up again. Too bad she has hit the blade's edge this time."

"Wait and see, there will be a good show in the future, this one is well-known as the Poison Princess."

"Stick around with her less in the future, don't bring disaster home."

"Got it…"

Aria listened to the sounds around her, suddenly yanking off the various jewels and head ornaments, her disheveled hair framing her bloodshot eyes as she glared at the people around her, and fiercely shouted, "Get out! All of you get out of here, from this princess!"

"Still calling yourself a princess, you don't even have the royal surname anymore."

...

Atop Frans's bedchamber, the Moonwatching Pavilion.

"Your birthday celebration seems to have gone poorly," Sally said with a hint of apology.

Frans was unperturbed, "It was about time to wrap it up anyway; I've socialized with all I needed to. As for that aunt of mine, she's always been unlikable, so don't be upset over her."

"I'm not."

"Her beast form is of the Crow Clan, not angelic. Thus, her appearance tends more towards the features of the Crow Clan. I heard from the elders in the palace that she's always been envious of good-looking females since she was young."

"Ha, a person's appearance is innate, given by parents—if it's good, it's good; if not, it's fate. But cultivating one's mind can change one's appearance. If she was kind-hearted and compassionate, with benevolent eyes and brows, even an ordinary look would be graced with a divine light and be admired by all. Cultivating malice instead of goodness will only make one uglier."

"Mhm, Yanyan is right," Frans drew her into his embrace, "You are my only partner."

Sally pursed her lips with a faint smile, "Of course, I wouldn't want my children to be bastards of some mistress or playthings. I'll give them the noblest of statuses, to live proudly in this world."

"Then... let's hold the mate bonding ceremony," Frans said, gripping her hand with obvious nervousness.

Looking at him, Sally asked after a moment, "Is this your birthday wish?"

Frans was startled, then nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's my birthday wish."

"Alright, I agree," Sally replied. If the day came when she had to leave, she could just annul the agreement then.

But giving her children a legitimate status was something she ought to do as their mother.

"Thank you, Yanyan," Frans knelt on one knee, kissing the inside of Sally's wrist—a place only a mate could kiss, though he'd been kissing it all along, wishing he could break the skin there, to inject his own blood...

Sally stretched out her other hand and gently patted his head, "Happy Birthday, Frans."

...

The next morning, Sally was sprawled in beast form under the covers.

The truth was, last night Frans was like a devilish vine, persistently entwined with her, forcing her to take her beast form in the end.

But even in beast form, she didn't escape his 'clutches'.

He held her as they slept.

His palm was very warm; when she said it was hot, he would cool the temperature in his palm a bit—voice-controlled temperature...

Later, someone sought him out, and he had to leave, finally giving her the freedom to sleep.

Sally turned on the System Map to see what the people around her were up to and if any harbored ill intentions towards her.

Last night she had offended someone powerful and influential.

It was inevitable that they would seek to do something to her to vent the hatred in their heart.

But not a single person behaved suspiciously; everyone was diligently busy with their duties.

Just as she was about to close the map, she saw Lena arrive.

The lady-in-waiting stopped her, not allowing her entry.

Sally immediately shifted back into human form, dressed herself, and went out, telling the lady-in-waiting, "Let her come in, Cesselin."

"Yes, Holy Mother," Cesselin stepped aside to let Lena pass.