Angel City, the Palace.
As soon as Keisha and Hexi returned, they saw Zhang Zheng being lectured by Yan and Zhixin.
But Zhang Zheng, what's with that look of enjoyment on your face?
"Ahem... Yan, Zhixin, and Zhang Zheng, you three should leave for now," Keisha said, her tone heavy.
Keisha and Hexi were already in a somber mood, and now being fed a dose of PDA by Zhang Zheng only made it worse.
"Yes, Queen Keisha," Yan, Zhixin, and Zhang Zheng replied in unison.
After speaking, the three exchanged a glance, feeling a strong sense of family harmony.
"Yan, Zhixin, where should we go?" Zhang Zheng asked after stepping out of the palace, pondering the crucial question of where he would spend the night.
This was Angel City; Zhixin had her own house, Yan had hers, but Zhang Zheng had none. That was awkward.
"Let's go to Zhixin's place," Yan suggested.
"Let's go to Sister Yan's place," Zhixin countered.
Although the answers were different, the meaning was surprisingly similar.
"Haha." Zhang Zheng could only give an awkward laugh.
"How about we spend the night on Tianren? You can give me a tour of it too," Zhang Zheng proposed, making what he thought was the wisest decision.
"Alright," Yan and Zhixin agreed simultaneously.
Tianren Eight.
"Welcome back to Tianren Eight, Master," Zhang Zheng was greeted by the mechanical voice of Skynet as he stepped inside.
"Ugh, Skynet, when will you change that voice? It's noise pollution," Zhang Zheng complained.
"Master, it's not my fault," Skynet responded.
"Don't give me that, Skynet. You used to blame it on mechanical limitations, and I tolerated it. But now that Tianren Eight is one of the top configurations in the universe, stop making excuses," Zhang Zheng retorted, not wanting to hear any more of Skynet's justifications. The fact was, Skynet had repeatedly failed to change.
"Master, you haven't specified a voice type for me," Skynet replied, its tone full of self-righteousness.
"Heh..."
Zhang Zheng couldn't help but laugh in frustration.
"Stop messing with me, Skynet. You were able to create the Sanctuary for me, don't tell me you can't choose a voice," Zhang Zheng dismissed Skynet's excuses, convinced that Skynet was just toying with him.
"Uh... alright, Master, this is just my personality. Please respect my personal preferences," Skynet conceded, realizing that Zhang Zheng wasn't buying the excuses anymore.
"What? Personality? You're an AI and you're talking about personality? Why don't you just fly up to the heavens?" Zhang Zheng was stunned by Skynet's response. Was AI really this quirky now?
"Master, technically, we are already in the sky, so your request has already been fulfilled," Skynet replied, straightforward and literal.
"Tch." Zhang Zheng decided not to argue further. He didn't have the mental energy to deal with such sophistry.
"Remember, these two are my wives. From now on, they are your mistresses and have the highest authority," Zhang Zheng said, pulling Zhixin and Yan close.
Zhixin and Yan had found the exchange between Zhang Zheng and Skynet amusing but were surprised when they were pulled into it.
"Hello, Ms. Zhixin, Ms. Yan," Skynet greeted them.
"Hello," Zhixin and Yan responded.
Even though Skynet was just an AI, because of Zhang Zheng, Yan and Zhixin were very polite.
"Master, according to human ethics, your behavior is quite immoral," Skynet said after greeting Zhixin and Yan.
"Huh?" Zhang Zheng didn't catch Skynet's drift.
"Master, two-timing is considered highly immoral, especially in the moral values of your country, Greater China," Skynet explained patiently.
"Skynet, shut down!" Zhang Zheng ordered, feeling defeated. To think he, a model youth from Greater China, would be judged by an AI—this was too much for him to handle at the moment.
"Zhang Zheng, don't take it to heart. It's no big deal to us," Zhixin comforted him as he shut down Skynet.
"Hehe, Zhang Zheng, I never thought you'd get dissed by your own AI. This is too funny," Yan laughed heartily, not holding back.
It had been 7,000 years, and for the first time, Angel Yan saw a Main God arguing with his own system and losing.
"My man is really something else," Yan thought to herself.
"Yan, laugh all you want! Tonight, I'll take you down," Zhang Zheng, embarrassed by Yan's laughter, shot back angrily.
After speaking, he glanced at Zhixin out of the corner of his eye, relieved to see she wasn't upset.
"Tch, as if I'd be afraid of you. If you dare come at me, I'll gladly swear my allegiance as your Guardian Angel tonight," Yan responded, her face a little flushed by Zhang Zheng's blunt words, but as a 7,000-year-old veteran, she wasn't one to back down.
"Sister Yan, Zhang Zheng, stop fooling around. Let's go tour Tianren Eight first," Zhixin interjected, blushing slightly at the mention of Tianren Eight. It wasn't a big deal, but Zhang Zheng's antics had turned an ordinary name into something embarrassing—at least in Zhixin's mind.
"Alright, your Tianren Eight is basically a replica of my Tianren Seven, so I'm familiar with it. I'll show you around," Yan said before leading the way out of the command hall.
Seeing Yan go ahead, Zhang Zheng quickly grabbed Zhixin and followed.
Tianren Seven was massive, almost the size of a large town. Zhang Zheng and Zhixin followed Yan through various areas, including a residential zone filled with exquisite buildings in European style. The area was connected by long corridors, with hot springs, artificial mountains, grassy fields, and streams along the edges.
This wasn't a spaceship; it was a bona fide vacation resort.
Zhang Zheng's eyes gleamed with excitement as they passed the hot springs.
Next, Angel Yan led Zhang Zheng to a standalone castle, her castle, as it had been on Tianren Seven.
When Zhang Zheng pushed open the castle doors, he was awestruck. The entire living room exuded a sense of grandeur.
This wasn't a style you'd expect from a girl, yet it perfectly matched the silver armor and red dress Yan wore.
"Do you like it, Zhang Zheng? This will be your home on Tianren from now on," Yan asked, turning to Zhang Zheng, whose eyes were still shining, her voice filled with pride for the castle's design.
"Not bad. It matches your aura perfectly, Yan. But what I'm most curious about is the bedroom," Zhang Zheng responded, giving Yan a suggestive look as he spoke.
"Haha, then let me show you. It's yours anyway, no big deal," Yan said nonchalantly. Having already chosen Zhang Zheng, she had no regrets.
The three of them then went to the third-floor bedroom. The master bedroom, spanning several hundred square meters, was sparsely furnished, with only a purple sofa by the window, a white dressing table, a wardrobe, and a large bed.
The bedding was primarily white, with gold embroidery, showcasing the angels' nobility and purity.
"Not bad. Let's stay here tonight. Yan, your clothes are already here. Zhixin, do we need to go get yours or transport them through a wormhole?" Zhang Zheng asked, nodding approvingly.
"Haha, Zhang Zheng, your ambitions are showing! But I'm fine with it. I just wonder what Zhixin thinks," Yan teased, smiling at Zhang Zheng and Zhixin.
Hearing Yan's teasing, Zhang Zheng, whose face had thickened over time, was unfazed. He turned his gaze to Zhixin, waiting for her response.
Feeling their eyes on her, Zhixin grew embarrassed, lowering her head and murmuring, "I..."