"Yes, too soon." Fu Xing forced a smile.
Ji Mian looked at Monger and another person, speaking bitterly, "I just examined the Lady and discovered that her constitution has already become S-level. The last time on the flagship, she was only A-level!"
The two were shocked and pressed for answers.
"The stimulation of the Spirit Suppressor on the flagship caused the Lady’s genes to mutate once more amidst life and death. Now her body type level keeps rising, surpassing my predictions. That means, once the Lady’s constitution reaches a critical point, it will completely collapse."
"Even more terrifying is her spiritual power level is also growing. Since the Lady’s spiritual power level was already very high, the impression it leaves is not as shocking as her physique. But it is indeed increasing, which will double the load on her, shortening her life span much more than other Genetically Modified People."
Ji Mian’s face was filled with worry, already sensing that his life was at stake.
Considering how much the Commander cares about the Lady, if she were to die, he’d definitely be sent to accompany her in death.
Oh! Right, and Horace wouldn’t escape either.
Had it not been for the stimulation of the Spirit Suppressor, the Lady’s genes would not have mutated again.
Monger’s eyes reddened instantly, recalling the Lady’s bright smile that morning, trembling as he murmured, "How... how could this happen?"
Ji Mian shrugged his shoulders, "Heaven knows."
"Why do they still want to hold her accountable by the Military Court when she’s ? Why let her bear such immense pressure?"
"The Lady doesn’t know yet."
Everyone fell silent at the same time, Fu Xing closed his eyes, remaining unresponsive for a long time.
In Major General’s private residence, after Fu Xing and others left, the butler immediately entered work mode, organizing everyone efficiently. The courtyard grew busier as more items were being delivered from the old family estate.
And many were from the family’s ancestral lands.
The Duchess’s ceremonial guard, family heirloom jewelry, and the dresses that had previously been ordered.
It was a grand presentation, startling the neighbors who privately discussed how the cold and distant Major General Fu Xing doted on his wife immensely, making Lin Fu the topic of discussion once again in the entire Capital Star System’s noble circle.
Even Mervin, who was nursing injuries at home, heard about it.
"Big news, big news, Major General Fu Xing is already paving the way for Lin Fu to enter the circle of nobles."
In Mervin’s study, a delicate and lively girl in a green, luxurious dress barged in. Bursting into the room, she chattered nonstop about the fresh news she had just received.
"Do you know how generous Major General is? Tsk tsk tsk... even the Royal Princess would be envious."
After saying this, the girl covered her mouth and giggled, her voice crisp and sweet.
"Theresa is still looking down on others! It’s really embarrassing."
Theresa’s fall from grace was something the noble daughters relished.
Mervin, pale and visibly thinner, lifted his head, a hint of deep pain flashed through his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
He asked in a flat tone.
"Let me tell you," the girl began, counting on her fingers, "that Mr. Yun, who has not taken up his pen for a hundred years and is listed in the Imperial Records, will personally paint a portrait for Lin Fu. The Legendary Mecha, mirroring the status of the Lady of the Fu Family, has been transported from the land, and also, the set named ’Purple Moon’ that is on par with the Imperial Blade, became Lin Fu’s gift."
Mervin nodded calmly, but his hands hanging down were clenched tightly into fists.