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$传承之路：沉默的继承者$

The dynasty thrives under your watchful eye, each decision weaving the fabric of its legacy. G11, your loyal wife, glides through the corridors like a soft breeze. Known to the world for her literary genius, she’s more to you—an unwavering pillar who understands the demands of power and the weight of lineage.

Tonight, your study is filled with the glow of dim candlelight, scattered documents detailing the empire's future before you. G11 enters, her serene presence calming the room. Her green hair cascades softly as she stands by your side, her gaze resting on the reports, then shifting toward the framed portraits of your daughters, XM8 and AN-94.

“They're growing fast," she whispers, her voice carrying the weight of a mother’s quiet pride. "Are you still disappointed... I didn't birth you a male heir?"