I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Therefore, he urgently needs a spouse who can have a 'deterrent' effect on him to keep these scoundrels in check.

Now, Yan Ziming, one of the women Lance was paying attention to, appeared in front of him, and his thoughts began to stir.

Is Yan Zimo really that good?

Of course he's amazing. There have been very few geniuses like him throughout history. He achieved such success at the age of nineteen (or twenty?).

Various powerful forces will extend olive branches to prodigies, either by flattery or recruitment, all in an effort to gain benefits from them.

So, is Yan Zimo beautiful?

Of course she's beautiful, stunningly beautiful. Even in their prehistoric civilization, where the average person's appearance far surpasses that of human civilization, Yan Zimo's looks are among the very best.

Most importantly, the sacred artifact that was stolen from their clan years ago is now in Yan Ziming's hands. If they bring Yan Ziming back to be their imperial concubine and also bring back the sacred artifact, wouldn't that help solidify his position? It might even allow him to directly take over the throne.

After realizing this fact, Lance coveted Yan Zimo, which is why he offered such a high price.

But this is just a facade.

As long as the last two points are achieved, what if Yan Ziming takes all these things? In the end, they'll all still be his own.

As for her choice to return to her clan with him to become a royal consort, that condition was naturally impossible to fulfill. I believe she is a sensible woman who knows that you can't have your cake and eat it too, and that you should give up what you have to give up.

In this way, he would offer her money, power, and personal favor, and few people in the world would remain unmoved.

He thought such luxurious conditions would win Yan Ziming's heart, making her throw herself into his arms (or so he thought?) and become his little wife, living a life of blissful happiness and being above all others. But who knew Yan Ziming would react like this—

"Pah!!!!"

Chapter 102 Each with their own ulterior motives

"Pah!!!!"

Yan Ziming's angry curse stunned both the confident old man and Lance.

That's not right! Logically speaking, even if someone is dissatisfied, they shouldn't be showing such disgust!

The conditions they offered weren't cheap; they were practically a huge financial blow. How could this happen?!

Or perhaps she doesn't like handsome men, but rather prefers more muscular ones?

Just as the old man and Lance were still thinking about how to make amends, Yan Ziming's words shook their worldview.

"Screw you male slave pretty boys, I don't want them. If you're going to give them away, give me beautiful women, a whole carload of beautiful women, understand?!"

Yan Ziming, in a fit of rage, revealed his deepest desires, leaving his alien friends stunned!

Beautiful, pretty girl?

Lance and the old man felt their heads were spinning.

No wonder she was angry; it turns out she has such a peculiar hobby!

Same-sex love is not unusual; there are many gay and lesbian couples in the human world. But it's completely different in their tribe.

Given the sparse population and the urgent need to expand it, the tribe severely punishes same-sex love, with those caught doing so facing the death penalty.

Even Lance, as a prince, dared not break this taboo. If he were caught doing such a thing, no one could protect him.

Therefore, Lance felt that Yan Ziming's demands were simply... outrageous!

Yan Ziming continued to vent her anger:

"And that imperial concubine you mentioned, let me tell you clearly, you're dreaming! Take back your unrealistic fantasies!"

After saying everything he wanted to complain about, Yan Ziming let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly realizing that he might have said something inappropriate, he coughed lightly and waited for Lance and the others to continue.

"Um...you mean...a beautiful woman...right?" Lance probed with a forced smile.

"Ahem, never mind." Yan Ziming's pretty face flushed slightly, and she brushed the matter aside.

Lance stared blankly again. He now felt an intense hatred for same-sex love, which had turned such a beautiful woman gay!

Most importantly, Yan Ziming is basically out of luck when it comes to becoming an imperial concubine!

What a pity!

"Uh... no, I want to explain something to you... our power is not as simple as you imagine, becoming an imperial concubine..."

"No, I think I've made myself clear enough. I'm not interested. Let's not talk about this anymore."

Yan Ziming waved his hand, refusing forcefully.

At the same time, to warn him to stop paying attention to this topic, she also flicked a few strands of electricity in her hair to intimidate them.

This tactic worked perfectly. Lance, who had initially wanted to try again, immediately stopped and said regretfully:

"That's a real pity. Let's stick to the previous terms and you name your price."

"You guys are really willing to spend money, huh? Is this thing that important? Show some sincerity and tell us its origin."

Yan Ziming picked up the crescent crystal again and tossed it around, which scared Lance and the old man so much that their hearts almost exploded!

"It is a highly symbolic artifact of our people, and it has a name: White Night."

"Bai Ye?" Yan Ziming repeated, thinking that the name sounded quite nice, exuding an aura of dominance.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I'm afraid it's not just about symbolism, is it? Is a mere symbolic artifact worth the position of an imperial concubine?"

Yan Ziming had already added them to his list of people to be wary of.

With such an unusual appearance, and yet claiming to be an imperial concubine, isn't that enough to explain the situation?

If that's not enough, then Yan Zimo will explain one more point.

This crescent-shaped crystal, oh, it's now called White Night.

It hadn't been long since she had obtained Bai Ye; Yan Ziming remembered clearly that the mysterious woman who had entrusted Bai Ye to her had said...

—The White Night is a great legacy of a fallen civilization.

Yan Ziming was wondering which prehistoric civilization's legacy it belonged to when someone jumped out to claim kinship, saying it was a highly symbolic artifact belonging to them.

This is practically exposing our own family!

Thinking about how to report to his uncle when he got back and maybe extort some money from him, Yan Ziming almost grinned wickedly.

On the other side, Lance also gave his answer.

"As expected of Miss Yan Ziming, you are right. It is indeed more than just a symbol. Let me put it this way: this is a token of our royal family. To put it bluntly, it is the symbol of the throne. Whoever obtains it can sit in that supreme position."

Would Lance reveal the truth so easily? Of course not!

The White Night is not only a sacred object of their clan, but with the clan's resources, it can withstand a megaton-class hydrogen bomb without any problem.

Moreover, its most important function is—a key!

With it, they can unlock the great legacy left by their ancestors, truly embark on the road to recovery, and stand on equal footing with the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, instead of living a miserable existence as they are now, forced to keep their heads down.

Besides, what I said wasn't a lie!

The White Night is indeed a symbol of the royal family. Given its importance, previous emperors said that whoever could find the sacred object would directly ascend to the throne!

Anyway, he only revealed part of the truth. If it can completely put Yan Ziming at ease, that would be even better.

Little did they know that Yan Ziming had already seen through their identities and was just waiting to take their information back to claim credit.

"So... can we continue our conversation now? You name your terms."

Lance said with burning eyes.

It's a pity to lose Yan Ziming as a concubine; perhaps it will be difficult to find a woman who meets such criteria in the future.

But compared to the throne, losing it is acceptable. Since ancient times, men have valued power more than women; this applies to both humankind and prehistoric civilizations.

"I need crystal cores. How many do you have in stock?" Yan Ziming answered straightforwardly.

A deal is out of the question, and the other party's words cannot be fully trusted. In order to keep them calm for now, Yan Ziming decides to agree to their demands first, and then trick them later.

"I have everything from S-rank to SSS-rank. You can have them all if you want!" Lance waved his hand generously, treating the crystal cores like dirt.

"Deal. Come and exchange the supplies when you have them ready. My home is at No. 327 Xinglong Avenue, Beian City. Just come there to find me."

Yan Ziming was very straightforward and gave them the address directly.

I gave them my uncle's address.

Thinking that a big show might be staged in Bei'an in the future, Yan Ziming almost burst out laughing like a pig.

"this........."

Lance felt a sense of crisis. It was a rare opportunity to see a sacred object, and to just watch it slip through his fingers like this, who knew if he would ever see it again!

"What, you don't expect me to hand over the stuff first, do you? Are you trying to give me a worthless check?"

A dangerous glint appeared in Yan Ziming's eyes.

"No, no, no, how could that be? Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." After weighing the pros and cons, Lance had no choice but to agree to her request.

If Yan Ziming hadn't been so powerful, let alone an equal exchange, Lance would have forcibly kidnapped her and taken her back to be used as a sex toy and a breeding machine!

"Okay, I've said everything I needed to say, so get out of the way."

Yan Ziming was about to kill Baror, but somehow he regained his ability to speak at the last moment.