Interstellar Beast World: Winning the Villain's Heart with Cubs Chapter 132: The Calm Before Storm

Her body stiffened instantly.

"Who is it?" she asked nervously.

A familiar, respectful voice answered from outside.

"Lady Yue, your food has arrived."

She let out a long breath of relief.

She opened the door just enough to take the tray. It was filled with carefully prepared dishes, warm and fragrant.

She did not let the servant step inside.

The mont she took the tray, she closed the door and locked it again.

After eating, there was nothing else for her to do. So she stayed inside.

Days passed quietly.

She rarely left her room. At most, she walked a little inside the inner sanctum. She avoided going outside completely, afraid she might run into that strange man again.

Everything remained calm.

What puzzled her the most was Feng Yansheng. She had not seen him much lately.

But he always makes sure to co every night and sleep beside her and hold her tightly.

But sothing felt different. He was quieter than before.

Whenever she asked him questions, he answered calmly. When she asked where the egg was, he only said one thing.

"It’s in a very good place."

And then he said nothing more.

She could not tell if he was giving her the cold shoulder or not. His behavior felt normal, yet sothing was off.

Still, she did not push him.

While the atmosphere inside the inner sanctum is calm, the world outside the inner sanctum has descended into absolute madness.

The peaceful, sacred silence of the temple was a thing of the past. Now, the air was filled with the shouting of guards and the arrogant demands of high-ranking Orcs.

The emissaries from all four great empires had arrived at once. They weren’t just knocking on the temple doors; they were practically trying to break them down.

Each group was louder than the last, and they all had the sa demand: they wanted to see Lady Yue Yue.

From his position in the temple, Feng Yansheng could sense the chaos. His nerves were bulging with rage. These Orc were shaless. They weren’t just here to pay respects; they were here to bargain for her like she was a piece of territory.

The empires were demanding that Yue Yue take at least two husbands from each of their royal lineages. They were offering their most handso, powerful, and elite n as if they were presenting a nu.

Feng Yansheng’s expression turned chilling. Do they think I am dead? he thought, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. Do they think I will just stand by and let them offer their filthy n to my female?

He knew why they were acting so boldly. Up until now, he had not officially laid a claim. In the eyes of the law, she was still a "free" high-grade female, and they were trying to snatch her before the Temple solidified its hold.

But Feng Yansheng snickered to himself. In just a few days, his plan would be complete.

He would announce her as his to the entire world, and then he would see which bastard dared to even look at her.

He would gouge their eyes out and throw them into the most dangerous parts of the polluted zone to rot.

On the other side of the temple guest quarters, the atmosphere was just as tense, but for a different reason. Han Qiaone, the Master of the Winged Serpent Clan, was slowly going insane.

Fifteen days. It had been nearly fifteen days since he arrived at the temple, and he still had not seen a single shell of his grandchild.

He had spent his entire life commanding armies and ruling a clan with an iron fist, but here, he was being treated like a nuisance.

He had sent out his best scouts...n trained to track even the smallest insect...to find the egg...to bring back his hier.

But the report they brought back was devastating.

"Master, the aura of the egg has completely vanished from the temple," His aide reported, his head bowed low. "We have searched every corner of the sanctum that we can reach. There is nothing. It’s as if the egg never existed."

Han Qiaone felt like his heart was being squeezed by a giant hand.

He wanted to smack his head against the stone pillars of the room. How could the egg not be here?

He knew his son, Han Soi, was a stubborn rascal, but he never thought the boy would be clever enough to hide a grandchild from his own grandfather.

"That useless brat!" Han Qiaone roared, pacing the room like a caged beast. "He is hiding my bloodline from ! I am the head of the clan! I am the one who secured his future!"

The pain in his heart was real. He was an old man, and the continuation of his line was the only thing that kept him going.

He had confird through his spies that the female, Yue Yue, was definitely inside the temple. But the egg was missing.

A terrible thought crossed his mind. What if the egg hasn’t even been laid yet? What if the pictures I saw were fake? But he shook his head.

No, his sources were too reliable for that. The egg was real. It had co into this world. But it felt like a ghost. He couldn’t see it, couldn’t touch it, and couldn’t protect it.

He felt a suffocating sense of failure. He had traveled across the planet, leaving his clan for the first ti in a decade, only to be blocked by his own son and a manipulative High Priest.

"If that egg isn’t in this temple, then where is it?" Han Feng whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

"Is he keeping it in a subspace? Is he hiding it in the polluted zone? I will burn this entire mountain down if I have to, just to find my grandson."

He didn’t know that the egg was currently sitting safely inside Feng Yansheng’s personal domain, tucked away in a pocket of space that no scout in the world could ever hope to find.

To Han Qiaone, the lack of information was like a slow-acting poison.

Every day that passed without seeing the egg made him more volatile, more dangerous, and more likely to start a war that would shake the foundations of the four empires.