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Upon hearing this, the emperor was slightly stunned and seemed to fall into a brief contemplation.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Well, it seems the situation is indeed urgent. I must expedite the Great Crusade and cannot delay any longer. I will immediately make careful plans and coordinate the overall situation to put the Empire back on track."

Having said that, before Xi could say anything more, the Emperor reached out and decisively closed the communication.

Xi was left alone there, staring at the black screen of the communicator, feeling helpless.

She stood distractedly in front of a desk piled with official documents. She had just finished an unpleasant conversation with the Emperor and turned around to see a mountain of impeachment memorials beside her.

Glancing over, she discovered that apart from the thorny tax issue, all other impeachments were directed at Guilliman's "ambition".

In recent days, such impeachment memorials against Guilliman have been submitted like snowflakes, as if someone is deliberately trying to cause trouble for the newly returned Primarch.

The Imperial Regent frowned slightly and ignored the impeachments. Instead, he reached out and picked up the relationship table with detailed information about the Primarchs that Alpharius had carefully compiled and presented.

Her fingers lightly brushed across the paper, her thoughts drifting away. She found it hard to imagine that Guilliman, the general who was originally designed to be manic and warlike, was now the ruler who ruled a world.

On the form, information about the newly returned Guilliman has been recorded in detail.

His eyes stopped at the column about Guilliman's growth background, which listed his adoptive father, Konor, and the Lord of Internal Affairs, Euden, who took care of him like a foster mother.

Although her adoptive father Connor has passed away, Xi only needs to imagine a little to sense what completely different personalities would be developed if this warm family were handed over to other Primarchs.

It's like handing it over to Ferrus, who has a tough personality and follows the law of the jungle. I'm afraid he would be softened a little by the gentleness of the land.

Let’s look at Ultramar’s geographical advantages. Within a one to two month voyage around it, there are densely populated planets rich in resources.

This unique condition makes Xi sometimes secretly sigh, is this thirteenth son truly the child of destiny?

With such unique advantages, it is no wonder that he was able to accumulate such a huge fortune in a short period of time.

After a moment of wandering thoughts, Xi slowly came back to his senses.

Xi picked up the red pen again and continued to correct the documents at hand. As for the memorials impeaching Guilliman, she didn't even look at them. She raised her hand and threw the documents into the blazing furnace.

After all, he is his own son!

I can only pamper him.

As for the tax gap, we should find other ways to fill it elsewhere.

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At the heart of Ultramar's power, Talatha Jotun stands as a calm and bright star, shining with wisdom.

As the Lord of Internal Affairs of Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar, she possesses the acumen, composure, and wisdom of an excellent politician. She can always offer Guilliman insightful advice at critical moments, like lighting a bright lamp for his long journey.

Walking into Guilliman's spacious and majestic office hall, the first thing that catches your eye is the desk that occupies the center and is almost exaggeratedly tall. It is made of solid and rare wood and is carved with exquisite patterns, highlighting the supreme status of its owner.

On the side of the table, there is a small office desk quietly placed. Its style is simple yet elegant, which complements the luxurious decoration around it.

This small table, carrying Guilliman's warmth and foresight, is a special space he designed specifically for his adoptive mother, Talasha Udon, and those equally talented mortal advisors and politicians.

Whenever dealing with government affairs, Guilliman stood tall behind the tall desk, concentrating on reviewing documents and planning strategies; while Jotun and others beside him sat around the small table, some with their heads down in deep thought, some writing furiously, and together with the Primarch, they made plans for the prosperity of Ultramar.

After Guilliman's descendants came to their father, this unique office layout quickly spread throughout the XIII Legion like a spring breeze.

The Ultramarines followed suit, setting up similar diverse office areas in their respective camps and command posts, allowing officers and knowledgeable people to work together and brainstorm.

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Chapter 149 Mother's Enlightenment

Talasha Udon, during Guilliman's growing years, she poured endless maternal love into him, carefully nurturing an ignorant child into a giant who stood tall and proud.

"No matter how great you become, you will always be my favorite child in my heart."

This sentence reflects her most sincere inner feelings.

Every time Guilliman returned home in glory after achieving great military exploits and demonstrating exceptional leadership, she would gaze upon him with eyes filled with pride, the light in her eyes gleaming brighter than the stars.

That look seemed to say that she had witnessed every step of the child's growth and was well aware of the sweat and hardship he had put in, so every achievement of his made her ecstatic.

She watched Guilliman grow from a toddler playing in the hut to a Primarch capable of commanding armies and conquering the stars and the sea, and the pride in her heart was beyond words.

In their daily interactions, when Guilliman was busy with government affairs, she would quietly offer him a cup of hot tea and soothe his fatigue with gentle words; when Guilliman faced difficult choices, she would draw on her rich life experience to give him unique and thoughtful advice to help him make the right decision.

However, Talasha Euton always knew in her heart that although Robert Guilliman was like a mother to her, in terms of blood and mission, he did not belong to her alone.

He is the son of the Emperor of the Human Empire and the Regent, and is charged with the responsibility of ruling the Empire and expanding its territory. He is one of the twenty Primarchs, destined to compose a magnificent epic in the vast universe.

This clarity allowed her to give Guilliman motherly love while also knowing when to let go and allow him to pursue his own glory.

Tarasha Euton stood aside, looking at Robert quietly.

At this moment, the Primarch was like a statue lost in thought. His usually straight back was slightly bent, his broad shoulders seemed to be carrying an invisible burden, and his furrowed brows seemed able to break a needle. The familiar scene made Euton's heart suddenly tighten.

She knew very well that whenever Robert fell into such a quagmire of embarrassment and disputes, he would always reach out and gently stroke the Thinker left by his adoptive father Connor, as if the cold object could give him the strength to get out of the predicament and take him back to the warm and stable times in the past.

"What are you worried about, Robert?" Yuton spoke softly, breaking the silence in the hall.

The voice was as gentle as the warmest spring breeze, and full of a mother's unique concern for her child. Every word was like a gentle hand, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in Robert's heart.

As she spoke, she walked forward with steady yet slightly anxious steps, her eyes full of worry, as if the person before her was no longer the awe-inspiring Primarch, but the ignorant and helpless little boy who had just entered the world.

"No, Lady Euton," Guilliman responded quickly, but even as he spoke, his evasive eyes betrayed him.

The moment his eyes met Yuton's, in less than a second, he lowered his eyes in panic and turned his head away, like a night walker caught in a strong light.

This subtle movement, like a key, instantly opened the door to Yuton's memory, reminding her of Robert's childhood, when he would look like this every time he wanted to hide something.

In Euton's heart, Robert will always be the child who needs her care. Even though he now commands a large army and dominates a region, the deep bond between mother and son has never weakened in the slightest.

She simply walked silently to Robert's side, and like countless times before, stood side by side with him, looking out the window at the prosperous scenery of Ultramar.

After a long time, she whispered, "Child, no matter what happens, don't forget, I will always be here with you." As soon as the words fell, it seemed as if a warm current was flowing slowly in the house, dispelling some of the haze.

He stood there for a long time after hearing Lady Euton's words. Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice trembling with a slight tremor that he himself had not noticed: "I am amazed at the privileges the Emperor has granted me."

Every word in those words carried the waves in his heart.

Tarasha Yuton asked, "What's the problem?"

Guilliman turned slowly, his expression agonizing. "Lady Euton, think about it. When has any empire ever granted tax exemptions to a territory? This is too extraordinary, too unreasonable."

As he spoke, he paced back and forth, and every step seemed to step on the taut heartstrings, making a dull sound.

At this moment, his mind kept emerging with the disputes caused by resource tax conflicts in various galaxies of the empire. Those war-torn scenes collided with the privileges granted by the emperor before him, causing his inner balance to swing violently.

"But it was your father who gave you this right!" Yuton reminded softly.

"But he is also the Emperor of the Empire of Man!" Guilliman raised his voice, his emotions becoming more and more agitated, his eyes full of struggle.

On the one hand, he knew that as a son, he should be grateful for his father's trust and preference; but on the other hand, reason was like a sharp blade, analyzing the chain reaction that might be triggered by this decision.

He seemed to see the huge gap in the empire's finances due to this tax-free privilege, and the chaos that might be caused by the imbalance of resources in the future.

Guilliman understood that the Emperor's move might be out of consideration for his personal growth and the development of his territory, but from the perspective of the entire Empire, this was undoubtedly a bomb that could explode at any time.

Yuton looked at her adopted son and spoke slowly:

"But Robert, you must know that you can exercise this right because the Emperor, as a father, favors his children. In his eyes, you are the most outstanding son, so it is natural for him to favor you."

Guilliman stopped pacing, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.

The Lord of Internal Affairs hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke softly, once again dispelling the gloom for his son from another perspective, completely abandoning his inner struggle: "And your biological mother, the Regent of the Empire, has no objection to this, right?"

But when saying this, Yuton's tone was inevitably a little strange.

As Guilliman's adoptive mother, she has taken good care of him and accompanied him in his growth for many years, and they are as close as biological mother and son. However, when the word "biological mother" is mentioned, an indescribable complex emotion still arises in her heart.

Not long after, Guilliman opened his eyes. Although there was still doubt in his eyes, there was also a hint of relief.

His adoptive mother's words were like a glimmer of light guiding him in the right direction. He followed this ray of light and tried hard to figure out the deeper meaning behind the attitude of his biological mother, the Regent of the Empire.

He pondered over it again and again. Since the regent had no objection, what role did this tax-free privilege play in the overall chess game of the empire?

Is it to balance the forces of all parties, or is there another plan?

Guilliman was lost in thought, completely unaware of the complex emotions that Lady Euton was experiencing at that moment, and the subtle thoughts behind her words. He continued to search for a solution to the problem on his own.

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Chapter 150: Guilliman's Emerging Ambition

"I understand, Ms. Euton, thank you for your enlightenment."

Guilliman looked at Euden sincerely, the haze of dispute in his eyes dissipated a little, and in those eyes like the deep night sky, there was now a glimmer of gratitude.

"Well, Robert, you can tell me anything that bothers you. After all, I am also your father."

Lady Euton spoke softly, her eyes gentle and inclusive, as if they could accommodate all of Guilliman's anxiety and sorrow.

As she spoke, she was secretly cautious and deliberately did not regard herself as the mother of the original body.

"Well, perhaps you are right, Lady Euton." Guilliman lowered his head slightly, and a rare softening appeared on his usually stubborn face, just like a towering mountain showing some signs of loosening under the spring breeze.

He walked towards his own tall desk with heavy yet relieved steps.

On the desk lay the first edition of the Codex Astartes that he had compiled and revised.

This holy book carries his hard work and expectations, and is specially tailored for his descendants.

When he thought of his offspring, Guilliman couldn't help but frown, his eyes full of worry.

The scene of his first encounter with the Sons of War was still vivid in his mind. Those Astartes warriors were completely different from what he had expected.

They are murderous, impulsive, reckless, irritable and easily angered, as if driven by endless anger and desire to kill.

Guilliman found it hard to imagine that a warrior of this appearance was born from his gene seed.

After all, he has always been known for his rationality and foresight, and the light of wisdom shines brightly on him, which is in sharp contrast to those "problematic" heirs.

"Is this what you plan to prepare for your legion?"

Talasha Jotun's eyes fell on the heavy book in Guilliman's hands. She was careful not to refer to the Astartes as Guilliman's children.

Although the years have quietly carved some wrinkles on her face, and most of the friends who once laughed with her now have children and grandchildren around them, enjoying the happiness of family, she still worries about Guilliman.

But in her heart, those so-called sons of war were eccentric and unruly, and were not worthy of calling Guilliman their father.

"Yes, Lady Euton." Guilliman nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a bit of helplessness and determination.

"Those from Terra's Thirteenth Legion were too reckless and unreasonable. I simply could not sit idly by and watch. I even dedicated a chapter in this Codex Astartes detailing the rules of etiquette. I hope that one day they will learn to exercise restraint and know when to retreat."

When he mentioned the Legion, his tone was also distant, and he did not refer to them as "descendants". This attitude made Ms. Yuton nod secretly.

"Then... I mean, Robert, what will happen if those stubborn people who always stick to their own ideas don't learn?"

The Lord of Internal Affairs, Tarasha Yuton, frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubt.

Some members of the Thirteenth Legion were at odds with Guilliman's ideals and acted recklessly, but their loyalty to the Primarch was unquestionable.

She knew Guilliman too well and was sure that he would not let it go, so she asked this question, actually wanting to find out Guilliman's subsequent plans for the Legion.

"I have decided to split the Thirteenth Legion into chapters of one thousand Astartes, with corresponding auxiliary troops and other formations. Each chapter will be stationed on its own occupied planet."

Guilliman spoke of the Legion's plans, appearing high-spirited and standing tall as a pine tree in front of his mother.

Ms. Yuton listened quietly. She had always recognized her son's foresight and nodded frequently at this time. She could hardly get a word in, but could only express her full support.

"I will induct those stubborn and recalcitrant individuals and bloodthirsty warriors into the 22nd Regiment. I will make them the hidden blades of Macragge, working in the shadows."

Guilliman spoke firmly, "Those willing to change will be incorporated into my Ever-Victorious Army, the Invincible Guard, and serve as my personal guard. While I do not need them to constantly protect my safety, I do need them to offer advice and understand the Astartes' perspectives so that I can make decisions that take all parties into account."

As an outstanding politician, the Lord of Internal Affairs listened to Guilliman's words and thought to himself.

The move to split the legion into sub-legions demonstrates political wisdom, effectively preventing others from inciting civil unrest and consolidating the foundation. There is really no reason to refute it at the moment.

"What about the fresh blood the Legion needs? We can't just rely on these Terran warriors!"

The Lord of Internal Affairs raised his chin slightly, and a subtle selfishness flashed in his eyes.

As a native of Ultramar, her heart naturally leans towards her hometown, hoping to win more glory for this land.

“Well, this is my second decision.”

Guilliman folded his arms and spoke calmly, "I have decided to select outstanding talents from the various conquered planets and test their ability to become Ultramarines. If they do not meet the requirements, they will be incorporated into the auxiliary forces or allowed to govern their own planets."

The Archon of Ultramar stood erect, his words full of strategic planning, a decision that would rewrite the fate of countless worlds slowly unfolding.

"This is indeed a good decision." The Lord of Internal Affairs nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

It is indeed a good move as it not only expands the strength of the legion but also takes into account the development of all parties. The blueprint for the future has begun to take shape during the conversation between the two.

"And I have big plans for these new warriors." Guilliman said as he reached out and picked up the thick books on the table, turned to Lady Euton and showed them to her.

The books in his hands included various tomes written by the eleventh Primarch, covering the secrets of psychic energy, the essence of mechanics, and anatomical studies of many aliens, all of which were precious information.