From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

"No... Lord, High Priest, do you think this is normal?" The prince felt that the world was so fantasy, and that noble had some status in the aristocratic circle, if nothing else.

that's all……? !

"Of course it's not a big deal, but our aliens have a strict hierarchy. It's a conspiracy for him to sacrifice his face to get benefits." Although the high priest looked down upon this noble's behavior, he was still used to it.

If a low-ranking noble wants the next generation to surpass him, he must get the essence of other nobles who are much better than himself.

But nobles higher than him would not breed with him easily, let alone establish a relationship decently according to the spouse process.

Alien nobles will only maintain spouse relationships with nobles of the same level as themselves.

The next generation like this nobleman belongs only to himself.

The other nobles who cooperated with him to provide the essence, regardless of their level, would not admit that the next generation born in this way had anything to do with them.

"..." The prince said plausibly: "Isn't it said that the more powerful the spouse is, the easier it will be for the offspring to break through? That's why when looking for a spouse, the most important thing is the strong genes of the spouse."

The high priest looked helplessly at the Lord first, and then at the prince who was still waiting for his reply. Shi Shiran bowed and said goodbye, sighing as he left, not to be upset.

"My lord, the high priest just left like this?" The high priest left, and the prince had no choice but to ask his lord, Brother Wang.

Brother Wang could understand his thoughts very well, seeing his face as if he had eaten something: "The high priest must be upset, how come the prince and the master he taught did not care about the lesson about the reproduction of royal heirs. Something went wrong."

Trying to control his smile: "It seems that you didn't learn this lesson well, and you didn't even understand the process."

"Yes?" Some princes immediately grasped the key point, "Master, you don't know either?"

"Ahem... I knew it earlier than you. Otherwise, why do you think I had a quarrel with the high priest a year ago?"

"..." At that time, the Alien Prince happened to not be assigned overseas, and one day the Lord and the High Priest had an inexplicable quarrel.

The Lord also put the high priest under house arrest in the priest's palace for an entire interstellar week. After they came out, the two of them kept secret about what happened.

The Alien Prince thought it was some military and national event for a while. The two of them insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to each other.

Or perhaps it was because the lord had no intention of expanding his territory and was annoyed by the high priest's nagging, and finally his power became stronger.

result……

"The high priest wants you, my lord, to multiply your heirs, and then...?"

The Alien Lord nodded happily, "I don't know if something went wrong during the incubation. I just don't remember anything about reproduction. Why don't you know?"

"I..." The alien prince himself didn't know how to say it. In short, in short, the final result was that he didn't know.

"What the hell is this?" The alien prince pointed at the protective shield in the back garden.

The alien lord didn't even need to use his powers to see the aristocratic corpses of the nobles who were shouting and getting more and more energetic in the protective shield.

The somewhat irritated person turned sideways to face his brother to prevent his eyes from being stung further: "It's written in the information given by the high priest, especially the second half of the sentence."

"The reproduction of the royal family requires the royal family to personally conceive offspring in order to cultivate the royal family. Otherwise, no matter how high the level of the spouse is, the children will only be of the noble level."

"That is to say, if you and I want to breed a royal heir, we must be like the one named Zhenghuan."

As if he was afraid that his brother would have some psychological shadow, the alien lord also explained very considerately: "Of course, as a royal family, even if the method of nurturing the royal heir cannot be changed, those who cooperate will not dare to treat us like him."

"What's more, the high priest said that as soon as you have a royal heir, it won't be a problem to ask those nobles to give you all the little nobles. Don't worry, you are already a majestic prince. Our father and uncles are all so."

Although the alien lord himself first learned about it a year ago, he did not care about being discovered and placed the high priest under house arrest. It wasn't until the high priest compromised and temporarily gave up trying to persuade him to have a royal heir that he was released.

"...Nobles are pretty good too." The alien prince rolled his eyes and made up his mind not to have any heirs. As long as he doesn't want an heir, it will be fine for His Majesty the Prince to have a master, Brother Wang.

"My lord, as long as you have an heir, that's all." After saying that, he ran away, fearing that if he ran too late, he would end up like the noisy nobles in the garden.

Who would have thought that he would be plotted against by his brother Wang in the end...

"Do you listen to me?" The alien prince suddenly said this, making Zhu Ma hesitate.

But he still said: "Of course, what are your orders, Your Excellency the Prince?"

"Go and tell my brother Wang that I am very satisfied with you. One interstellar week is too short. I will kick you out and ask him to extend the time."

General Bamboo Horse felt that he was so happy that he was falling from the sky, and his happiness blossomed. But he still pretended: "If I do this, others will hate me."

After all, the longer the time, the better the chance for His Highness the Prince to successfully conceive a royal heir, and it is natural for him to become the prince's consort.

There have also been many cases in history where the original spouse of a member of the royal family was replaced after the royal family successfully gave birth to a royal heir. Giving birth to a nobleman is simply more meritorious than not cooperating with the royal family to give birth to a royal heir, and there is nothing to be done about being replaced.

Doesn't extending the time mean a greater probability? It is inevitable to attract people to bear grudges.

In the circle of top aristocrats, no one is waiting eagerly for their turn.

"What are you afraid of? Who dares to do anything to you with me on your side?" It must be said that the alien prince is lazy and lazy, and his tigerishness is not false at all. "Stop talking nonsense, now while your arm is weak, run and get miserable."

"Give me at least two more interstellar weeks, or even one." He urged as if to shoo away flies: "Go, go, go and come back quickly."

Zhuma was still immersed in the sudden enlightenment of the alien prince, and Pidianpidian dragged his disabled right arm to the front line to apply for an extension of time.

Looking at the warships taking off outside the window, the Alien Prince finally let out a sigh of relief.

At least I can sleep peacefully. Not to mention the time it takes to go back and forth, even if the master doesn't agree to extend the time, I can at least live in peace for a few days.

It would be better if Brother Wang agreed, then it would be exactly what he wanted.

When General Bamboo Horse comes back, he will follow him to lurk into the inner star field of Pluto!

It's called cultivating feelings, and by the way, you can get down to business.

Waiting for an opportunity to get the high priest back, so that the Lord will not have to make decisions about him.

The high priest is back, so there is no reason for the Lord King to force him to give birth to a royal heir.