The soft little female makes the beast husbands lose control and fall

Chapter 221. Only ten days given.
Lan Yi Garuda's question, "How long?" struck the silent hall like a hammer blow, instantly freezing the warm atmosphere.

All eyes were drawn to Su Yaoyao as if by invisible ropes, and the air seemed to be filled with the sound of tense heartbeats.

Su Yaoyao could clearly feel the tension in Augustine and Bai Leon's muscles beside her. They held her hands tightly, their palms filled with endless worry, yet trying to give her strength.

She took a deep breath, the sweet scent of roses still lingering in her nose, but the cold, metallic aura brought by the interstellar visitor was like a sharp blade, tearing apart this beautiful atmosphere.

She raised her head and met Garuda's eyes, which seemed to see right through her. The oppressive feeling in his gaze felt as if he wanted to dissect her completely.

But Su Yaoyao did not back down at all. Her eyes were clear and firm. "At least, let me finish today's wedding."

This is my wedding day, the day I enter into a vow with the one I love.

I do not want it to be tainted or interrupted by anything, not even the great cause of saving a race.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and carried an undeniable resolve.

She paused, her tone softening slightly, "Afterwards, I need time to discuss it with my husbands."

"One month, Wing King. Please give me one month. You can come back in a month, and then we will give you an answer and decide on the next steps."

"A month?!" Lan Yi's brows furrowed again, his tone revealing obvious impatience and anxiety. "The Winged Clan is dying at a rate far beyond your imagination. Every day, eaglets fail to hatch, and every day, warriors' wings lose their luster! A month is too long!"

The energy around him seemed to begin to fluctuate erratically again, and the air emitted a slight hum.

"Ten days!" Lan Yi's voice carried a resolute and authoritative force. "I can only give you ten days! After ten days, I must take you to the Royal Court! This is my final bottom line!"

"Impossible!" Augustine roared in immediate response, pulling Su Yaoyao even closer behind him, his aura exploding instantly. "Ten days? Don't even think about it! Yaoyao needs time, and we need time to figure out if your prophecy is true or false, and whether your race is really as you say! This is no child's play!"

Bai Leon also stepped forward, his power condensing into a subtle halo at his fingertips, his eyes sharp:

“Wing King, if you are genuinely seeking help, not plundering, then please show the respect that is due. One month is a reasonable request from Yao Yao based on reality and etiquette. We have heard your urgency, but our bottom line is equally inviolable.”

Just as the atmosphere was tense and a great battle seemed imminent, Mingye's deep voice calmly interrupted, carrying the composure characteristic of the serpent race:
"Your Excellency Wing King, you have traversed the starry seas to arrive, and you must have suffered considerable losses. Forcibly abducting someone, even with your exceptional strength, would not be easy against the combined power of our entire force and the Star Glory Empire. In the end, it would only result in mutual destruction and delay your truly important matters." He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "Since Yao Yao has agreed to negotiate with you and given you a deadline, why not take a step back? Ten days or a month, perhaps you could stay and see for yourself, personally confirming Yao Yao's value. It's better than blindly chasing after her across the stars, or even losing this 'hope' entirely due to recklessness."

Mingye's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing some of the anger. Lan Yi's silver eyes flickered, her gaze sweeping over everyone as she weighed the pros and cons.

He could indeed sense the immense power of these orcs, especially Augustine and White Leon, along with several other orcs whose auras were not weak. If they were to actually fight, even if he could barely take Su Yaoyao away with his racial talents and technological advantages, he would inevitably pay a heavy price, and might even harm the target he was so eager to save.

His gaze fell on Su Yaoyao again. At this moment, she stood there, upright, with a firm look in her eyes, unwavering in the slightest. That rare calmness and courage was indeed different from the mere existence of power he had imagined.

After a long silence, the chilling oppressive feeling finally subsided. Lan Yi nodded slightly, his movements stiff, clearly rarely compromising. "...Fine. Ten days. I'll give you ten days." His sharp silver eyes swept over everyone. "I'll come back in ten days. If I don't get the answer I want by then..." He didn't finish, but the threat in his words was unmistakable.

“These ten days,” Su Yaoyao suddenly spoke, looking at Lan Yi with calm and sincere eyes, “you can stay as well.” Everyone was stunned by her words, even Augustine looked at her in surprise.

Su Yaoyao calmly explained, "Since we're going to talk and get to know each other, both sides need to be sincere. You can see for yourself whether I really have the abilities you need, and you can tell me more specifically what the Winged Clan needs, instead of just relying on a prophecy and the intuition of a crystal."

Lan Yi gazed intently at her, his eyes probing, as if trying to discern her true intentions. Finally, he nodded again: "Alright. I'll stay." He needed to observe this SSSS-level Holy Maiden closely, and he also needed to ensure she wouldn't "disappear" within the next ten days.

A sudden interstellar crisis has temporarily eased in a delicate and fragile balance.

The officiant wiped the cold sweat from his brow and cautiously looked at Augustine.

Augustine's face remained somber, but he held Su Yaoyao's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, and finally nodded to the officiant.

The wedding ceremony continued in an extremely complex atmosphere. Su Yaoyao looked at her beast husbands beside her. Augustine gently adjusted her veil, Lucia held her hand nervously and expectantly, and the other beast husbands also looked at her intently, their eyes full of love.

Although cheers and applause still rang out, the initial pure joy was gone, replaced by a heavy feeling of worry. Every blessing, every smile, seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

Lan Yi Garuda stood alone in a corner of the hall, out of place with the festive atmosphere around him.

He was like a cold sculpture, his silver eyes never leaving Su Yaoyao. His gaze was incredibly complex, a mixture of scrutiny, longing, anxiety, and a hint of extremely subtle confusion and...interest arising from Su Yaoyao's unexpected performance.

He watched as Su Yaoyao completed each ritual in the company of the beastmen, and seeing the happy yet determined smile on her face, a corner of his heart seemed to be gently touched.