I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Chief." Annabell saluted, her voice so soft that it sounded like singing.

Zhang Chen nodded and suddenly said, "You are too thin."

Annabell was stunned.

"Ask the logistics department to give you some extra food," Zhang Chen said, "eat more."

After saying that, he turned and walked away, leaving Annabell with a blushing face.

In the evening, the maid brought a table full of dishes: braised pork, steamed fish, stewed soup... enough for three people.

"Your Highness," A'man stamped his feet anxiously as he looked at Annabelle who was forcing herself to stuff food into her mouth, "Don't do this!"

"No," Annabelle swallowed a piece of meat, "This is the leader's order."

"He just kindly reminded you to supplement your nutrition," A'man said distressedly, "He didn't want you to eat yourself to death!"

"What if he sends someone to check..." Annabelle picked up another piece of fish.

"Your Highness!" A'man snatched her chopsticks, "Why do you have to ruin yourself like this?"

"I can't disobey his orders," Annabell said stubbornly, "not at all."

"But..."

"Aman," Annabell smiled bitterly, "you don't understand. Here, we can only follow orders."

"Your Highness..." A'man was about to cry when he saw how hard his master was trying to hold on.

A'man was so angry that his face turned red, and his long red hair fluttered in the wind: "Who does he think he is! He can only fight? He doesn't even know the most basic way to be gentle with women!"

Chapter 725 Meeting the Right Person

"Aman!" Annabelle scolded.

"Am I wrong?" A'man was getting angrier and angrier. "His women are more powerful than each other. Sophie is a genius of the elves, and Dr. Lin is a miracle doctor. But he only bullies a little girl like you!"

"enough!"

Annabell put down her chopsticks, her face pale: "You are not allowed to say that about him."

"Why? What's so good about him?" A'man was dissatisfied. "He doesn't even look at you!"

"He's my future husband," Annabelle said softly.

"But..."

"A woman's husband is her God," Annabelle said, looking at the moonlight outside the window. "To say something bad about him is to say something bad about me."

"Your Highness!" A'man stamped his feet anxiously, "Why are you still following these old rules? This is the end of the world!"

"Precisely because it is the end of the world," Annabell smiled, "we must uphold our responsibilities even more."

"But look at you," A'man said distressedly, "because of his words, you have tormented yourself like this..."

"I volunteered," Annabelle said. "I want him to know that I can do anything for him."

"Your Highness..."

"Aman," Annabelle held the maid's hand, "promise me that you won't say bad things about him in the future."

A'man looked at his master's determined eyes, bit his lip and nodded: "Okay..."

"Go and get some rest," Annabelle said. "You have to get up early tomorrow."

As the morning sun shone into the courtyard, a group of maids in red filed in. They held gold-painted gift boxes, bright red silk, and exquisite jewelry in their hands, filling the entire room with a festive atmosphere.

The leader was none other than Nanny Wang, who had made things difficult for Annabelle the day before. At this moment, she smiled brighter than a flower and said flatteringly, "Your Highness, the leader will come to the courtyard to have dinner tonight!"

Annabell stood there in a daze, her emerald green eyes instantly covered with a layer of mist.

"This is a gift specially prepared by the leader," Nanny Wang opened the gift box like offering a treasure, "Look, this phoenix fairy skirt suits you so well!"

A'man watched coldly from the side: These snobs, they said yesterday that the princess was not worthy of the leader, but they changed their tune today.

"And this golden hairpin," Nanny Wang said with increasing excitement, "I heard that it was bought specially from a southern caravan!"

Annabell touched the embroidery on her skirt with trembling hands, and tears finally fell.

"Your Highness?" A'man stepped forward worriedly.

"I'm fine," Annabelle wiped away her tears, but couldn't stop the smile on her face, "I'm just... so happy."

"Look at you," Nanny Wang handed over a handkerchief, "it's not good to have your makeup ruined by crying. Someone, come and help the princess with her makeup!"

The maids started to get busy. Some prepared hot water, some took out rouge and powder, and some started to tidy up the bed curtains.

"Your Highness," Aman whispered, "Are you really happy?"

"Well," Annabell nodded, her eyes sparkling, "he finally agreed to come and see me."

"But..."

"Aman," Annabelle held the maid's hand, "You know what? When I was in the Federation, I thought every day how nice it would be if I could marry someone who truly loved me."

"The leader..."

“I know he may not like me right now,” Annabelle said, “but the fact that he’s willing to come means he’s giving me a chance.”

A'man looked at the innocent smile on his master's face and suddenly understood something.

Perhaps, in this doomsday, meeting someone who is willing to give you a chance is the greatest luck.

"Come here, Your Highness," Nanny Wang came over holding a gorgeous dress, "Let me dress you up. Tonight, you must outshine all the other beauties!"

Annabell nodded and let the maids work around her. The sunlight shone through the window, dyeing her golden hair the warmest color.

"Report!" The communicator rushed into the office, "The Federation is in emergency!"

Zhang Chen took the information and frowned. The three Western Regions, the Northern Alliance, and the Southern Xinjiang tribes all launched attacks on the Federation at the same time.

"What a bunch of bastards who are taking advantage of the situation," Zhang Chen sneered, "Do you think that just because the Federation is weak, they can carve up the territory?"

"Chief, are you going to send troops?" asked Secretary Kobayashi.

"Gather the elite superpowers," Zhang Chen stood up, "and we'll set off tomorrow."

"But... aren't you going to..."

"Go get ready."

As night falls, candlelight flickers in the courtyard.

Annabelle was wearing that phoenix dress and her hair was tied up with a golden hairpin. She was as beautiful as a fairy. When she was about to stand up and salute, Zhang Chen reached out to support her: "Don't be so polite."

"I heard...something happened in the Federation?" Annabell asked softly.

"Well," Zhang Chen poured her a glass of wine, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Annabell lowered her head: "I'm sorry..."

"Why apologize?"

"If the Federation was not too weak, it wouldn't be..."

"Silly boy," Zhang Chen smiled, "This is what I should do."

"But..."

"You are my fiancée," Zhang Chen said, "and your country is my country."

Annabell looked up at him with tearful eyes.

The two chatted all night long. Zhang Chen talked about his war experiences, and Annabell talked about the customs and practices of the Federation.

"Actually, when I was a kid," Annabelle leaned into Zhang Chen's arms, "I loved going to the market to watch acrobatics the most."

"Will the princess sneak out of the palace?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile, "and I am often punished by His Majesty the King to kneel."

"Naughty." Zhang Chen scratched her nose.

Unconsciously, Annabell fell asleep in his arms. Zhang Chen looked at her peaceful sleeping face and gently kissed her forehead.

Outside the door, Xiao Lin was holding documents with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" Sophie came over.

"You said, Chief," Xiao Lin sighed, "Didn't you say before that marriage was shameful and that you would rather die than obey?"

"I'm enjoying it now." Sophie said with a smile.

“This is too…”

"People change," Sophie looked at the warm scene in the room, "especially when they meet the right person."

"Then you..."

"Me?" Sophie turned and left. "I knew this would happen."

Under the moonlight, the courtyard was peaceful and quiet. Zhang Chen hugged Annabelle.

The moonlight was like water, shining through the carved window lattices onto Annabelle's sleeping face.

Her long golden hair spread on the quilt like flowing honey. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, and her fair skin was pearly. Her slightly opened cherry lips were as red as petals, trembling gently with her breathing.

She exuded a faint scent of gardenia, mixed with a unique body fragrance, which made people want to get closer. Her slender fingers unconsciously grasped Zhang Chen's collar, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

Zhang Chen looked at her sleeping face and suddenly understood why the ancients said "her beauty can make fishes sink to the bottom of the water, geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on the flowers." Annabelle's beauty is not stunning, but as pure as the morning dew and as gentle as the spring breeze.

She looks like a little girl when she is sleeping, but there is a hint of melancholy between her brows, which makes people want to protect her.

Chapter 726 It’s time to set off.

The delicate collarbone is faintly visible in the moonlight, and the slender waist can be held in one hand.

"Hmm..." Annabell hummed softly in her dream and rubbed against Zhang Chen's arms.

Zhang Chen gently stroked her hair, feeling the smoothness between his fingers. Her body temperature came through her thin clothes, warm and real.

At this moment, Zhang Chen suddenly felt that perhaps marriage was not a bad thing. At least, it allowed him to meet this beautiful girl who was like an elf.

"Go to sleep," he whispered in her ear, "I will protect you."

Annabell seemed to have heard it, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sweet smile. Her smile was as pure as the sun at birth, which made Zhang Chen's heart soften involuntarily.

In the early morning light, Aman walked into the inner room carrying a copper basin, ready to help the princess change her clothes.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up..." Before he could finish his words, the copper basin in Aman's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Annabelle's snow-white skin was covered with purple marks. Her slender neck, round shoulders, and white wrists were all marked with ambiguous marks.

"This...this..." A'man's red hair moved without wind, and his eyes turned red instantly, "How could he do this!"

"Aman!" Annabell hurriedly pulled the quilt over.

"Why did he hit you?" A'man was so angry that he was shaking all over. "You are a princess! You are his fiancée! You are not the one he wants to vent his anger on!"

"No..." Annabelle's cheeks flushed.

"Still speaking for him!" A'man wiped his tears, "Look at your body, these injuries..."

"Aman," Annabell interrupted her with a blushing face, "this is not an injury."

"If it's not an injury, then what is it?"

"Yes... yes..." Annabelle stammered, "It's the mark of him... hurting me."

Aman was stunned.

"He's very gentle," Annabelle lowered her head and played with the quilt, "just... a little anxious."

"Your Highness means..." Aman widened his eyes.

"Yeah..." Annabell nodded, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"Oh!" A'man finally reacted and his face turned red, "Then...then I'll go get some water!"

Looking at Aman's back as he ran away in panic, Annabell gently stroked the marks on his neck with a sweet smile on her lips.

Outside the door, A'man covered his hot face and said, "Oh my God! What the hell am I thinking about!"

But seeing her master's happy look, she couldn't help but smile again: "This Zhang Chen finally did something human."