My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Her Majesty Catherine still hopes to reduce the salaries of infected soldiers and then replace those reductions with other things—such as necessities and consumer goods. After all, she has come to realize that it is more practical to reduce the amount of money printed and allow products to circulate more freely than to maintain economic income through continuous money printing and inflation.

After thinking for a while, the Duke of Kosiché felt that the problem was not too big—the only difficulty was how they could possibly ensure that it was as fair as possible.

"If Your Majesty were to allow the Infected Army Group to receive a higher overall income than other Army Groups... this unequal treatment from the Royal Family would inevitably cause the Army Groups that originally supported us to become disloyal. Therefore, Your Majesty..."

"I understand the problem! But to be honest, for this kind of work that requires a very long period of discussion or inspection, it's really impossible without his opinion..."

"Ugh..."

Duke Kosiché sighed in frustration. It was true; ever since Yang Hao's help, they'd become his mold—their work efficiency plummeted without his assistance. What were they going to do now?!

...But thinking about it, I guess I should call and ask.

The Duke of Kosiché gently settled Green on the sofa. After saying goodbye to everyone, she left the meeting room, intending to call Yang Hao in the hallway to ask for his opinion.

In fact, she did just that...

"Hello, hello?"

Honey...

Why does your voice sound...so strange?

The Duke of Kosiché, holding his phone, was utterly bewildered.

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"Honey? Do you have a moment? I have something I'd like to ask you."

Although she was puzzled by the strange sound of Yang Hao's voice, Duke Kosiché had no reason to waste time. She listened intently to the strange whispers coming from his direction, hoping her husband would have time to help her with the problem.

"Ah, oh... yes, there are..."

"...What's going on over there?"

"No, it's nothing. I just felt a bit chilly outside... Ah, wait a minute... Okay. So, what's the problem? I'll activate my ability and take a look."

...Something feels a bit strange.

Duke Kosiché clearly heard another voice, seemingly trying to remain silent... Hiss, Little Bat? Little Bat! What are you doing to my husband...?

Duke Kosiché's lips twitched, but she thought to herself, "It's probably just accompanying him for a walk, right? Hahaha... Kosiché, Kosiché, don't think so much, okay?"

...

Kosiché's sense of foreboding grew stronger.

However, she still honestly explained to Yang Hao her ideas with Her Majesty Catherine—the issue of creating an infected army, the expenditure of the infected army, and the comparison of treatment between the infected army and the normal army.

She spoke very seriously, and she knew that Yang Hao was listening very attentively, but why was there a faint panting sound coming from over there? A girl's panting sound?

Miss Margarita?

While I did do something minor out of jealousy while you were on the phone with him, do you really have to be so upset with me? You, as a child, couldn't possibly handle such a good man! So, as an older person, is it wrong for me to help you seize the opportunity? It's not like I didn't give you a chance...

Duke Kosiché was extremely wary of Margarita's existence... for some reason. She was clearly just an infant; could this infant somehow ascend to heaven?

And after her explanation...

"Um..."

Mr. Yang Hao on the other end of the communicator pondered for a moment. Then, he seemed to shift something in his arms, eliciting a cute gasp from Miss Margarita...

"In short, I understand. As our loyal followers in the future, the Infected Army Group's treatment cannot be low—here's what we'll do: when the time comes, we'll issue a public announcement saying that Infected soldiers will receive more consumer goods and necessities as subsidies, but their monetary pay will be relatively less. In any case, overall, their current income will be the same as other army groups."

"Currently? You mean it will increase in the future... I understand."

"Also... please tell me and Her Majesty Ekaterina that—while creating an army of infected is feasible, we can't rush it. After all, those newly arrived infected need time to adapt... next year would be best. May or June next year, the research that the research slot has been conducting is almost finished... ugh."

"I know. I'll speak to His Majesty. But how are things on your end?"

"...It's alright. I just don't know if my brother-in-law from Da Yan will keep looking for me... Anyway, that's all for now. I'll let you know before I go home... Okay. I'll hang up now."

"OK, bye."

Something's definitely wrong with Yang Hao! Duke Kosiché keenly noticed the panic on Yang Hao's end... but what exactly happened? She racked her brains but couldn't figure it out!

After much thought, perhaps it's because Duke Koschche never considered Margarita a rival from the start? After all, the child is far too naive; even if given the chance, she probably wouldn't achieve anything extraordinary.

...

Duke Kosiché returned to the meeting room with a glimmer of hope, ready to explain Yang Hao's suggestions and ideas to everyone.

And the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Margarita, who had been holding back her tears for so long, was finally able to let out a sob. Slumped on Yang Hao's lap, her body was convulsing; her small lap couldn't even accommodate Yang Hao's entire vessel, and she could only sit there, supported by him.

"Phew... This feels so strange..." He muttered, sweat pouring down his face, as he put down his phone. He held Margarita like a fragile porcelain doll. "And Margarita? Is she alright? Um... should I stop?"

"No, no... Waaah... This is so strange..."

"...That's how the adult world is. If you want children, this is the only way."

"Then, does the teacher want Yang Hao's child?"

After Yang Hao slowed down slightly, Margarita seemed to catch her breath. She blinked and turned to look at Yang Hao, her eyes full of curiosity.

As for Ms. Norsen's thoughts... to be honest, Yang Hao didn't quite understand... but one thing was certain: Ms. Norsen wanted his essence because of his blood...

So Yang Hao simply shook his head, indicating that he didn't really know either... He hugged Margarita, feeling a pang of guilt towards Koschie, who had been completely ignorant of what was happening here.

.......

Meanwhile, while Yang Hao and Margarita were entwined on the top of the landship for a while, Ms. Northon was lying on her bed in her room, stretching and preparing to drink some blood to wash herself off before going to sleep.

"Sigh... I really don't know how to explain my relationship with Yang Hao to Margarita..." she muttered, sucking on the blood vial, taking off her clothes, and going into the bathroom to take a long, refreshing shower. "This complicated relationship... oh dear, why did I have to run into it? Could it really be revenge for what I said back then... 'I despise guys who steal men from babies'... Sigh!"

Ms. Norson was becoming increasingly clear about what she was doing.

Although she still refused to admit it... well, a good man is indeed a good man...

Good men are just too attractive to immortals... especially for those immortals who haven't seen a good man in hundreds of years... sigh!

I accept the verdict! But as expected, the incident of stealing a man from her own student still happened...

"..."

Ms. Northumber was soaking in the bathtub. Her lips twitched; she thought to herself, this is something that absolutely needs to be addressed...

Ugh!

Margarita, I'm sorry...

The teacher really didn't want this to happen... really.

Ms. Norson soaked in the bathtub, not wanting to say anything.

Just then, she heard Margarita open the door and go back into her room...

And the pungent smell wafting through the crack in the door, the smell of something she'd already drunk countless times...

odor?

Ms. Northumber's expression froze.

Ignoring the fact that she was still naked, she jumped out of the bathtub and rushed out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

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"Margarita?!"

Wrapped in a bath towel, she was terrified by the smell of something "familiar".

When Ms. Norson, in this state, rushed out of the bathroom and back to their room, she saw Margarita lying on the bed, her face flushed and her expression dazed... and smelled Mr. Yang Hao's scent emanating from Margarita's body.

No, what's going on?! Margarita, weren't you just going to hang out with Mr. Yang Hao?! What's going on with you?!

Why do you have that smell?

"...teacher?"

Ms. Norson was still lost in thought.

Margarita, the obedient little girl, tilted her head, then rolled over, awkwardly crossing her thighs, and stared at Ms. Northumbery, saying in a daze:

"...Ugh...This is so weird..."

"Margarita?! Yang Hao, what did Yang Hao do to you?!"

Could it be that bastard took advantage of Margarita's trust in him at that moment?! Margarita is still a child!

Ms. Northumber panicked, still indignant that Mr. Yang had actually harmed a child—but before she could frantically examine Margarita, she heard her beloved apprentice say this:

"I think I understand... why the teacher liked doing that kind of thing with Yang Hao..."

"...what?"

She was stunned.

The air suddenly turned cold.

A sudden chill ran from her tailbone throughout her entire body. It made her scalp tingle and made her dizzy.

Margarita... what are you talking about?

you...

“That… Margaret… Rita…?”

Ms. Northumbers, her face stiff, forced a dry laugh and took two steps forward.

Then she reached out and touched Margarita's rosy cheeks, then through her outer garment, she felt her breasts, which were askew and didn't quite fit... finally sliding down to her lower abdomen, where it was noticeably damp and sticky...

"Woo?"

"You...found out?"

"Hmm? You mean the thing about you and Yang Hao doing something I don't understand today?" Margarita blinked, then looked at her teacher, who was sweating profusely. "At first, I was confused as to why an adult like me would do such a strange thing with Yang Hao... but after experiencing it with Yang Hao, it's not entirely incomprehensible..."

You... you actually found out? Margarita... I...

Ms. Northumber's expression hardened even more.

To be honest, Ms. Northumber had considered the possibility that Margarita might find out—but she imagined it would happen years, even decades, after she had taught Margarita everything about sex education...

I never expected it, I never expected that this afternoon would just...

...

Ms. Norson felt very uncomfortable.

I'm so ashamed, so ashamed!

She's more than just a scumbag teacher who tries to steal her students' men!

His own desires and misconceptions about Margarita even led to the truth being exposed decades earlier than intended...

Margarita, oh Margarita...

you...

We've grown up... in every sense of the word.

...

Ms. Northumbers slumped to the floor. She stared down at the floor for a moment, then whispered:

"Margarita...you're not mad at me?"

"Ok?"

Margarita blinked, looking at her teacher with great confusion, and finally asked in bewilderment, "Why are you blaming the teacher?"

“It’s just…” Ms. Norson wiped the cold sweat from her face, then said in a barely audible voice, “about Mr. Yang Hao… these things…”

Margarita paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Hmm? Hmm~ I was angry about this at first~" she said, then smiled shyly, "And I was also hesitant... After all, one side is my teacher who takes care of me like a parent, and the other side is Yang Hao, whom I love the most... I was really angry at first... But thinking about it carefully, Yang Hao has so many girls around him, maybe my teacher will be attracted too~"

"...Can't you have a little faith in your teacher?"

"But that's just how it is, isn't it?"

Ms. Northumbered fell silent. She leaned over Margarita's bedside, sighed heavily, and thought to herself that she was even worse than her student in terms of character...