Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 The Wrong Kind of Advice

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“Ugh. I didn’t even get the chance to punish him by making him copy imperial law,” Blair sighed. “His cars turned red, and he hung up on me.”

“That just proves it, Sweetheart. If you want to take the lead at home, you can’t stay passive. You have to act first. Take a shower. Send a sexy photo on the bed. That’s what real influence looks like.”

She paused, then added bluntly, “What Reloy taught you was too subtle. Men need more stimulation. Alright. Go shower and post a photo.”

With that, she pulled her hand back and turned to leave.

Sylvara froze for a second, then shouted after her. “Daddy! Is this from your personal experience? Do you have notes? A guide? Send me a copy so I can hide under the blanket and study it properly.”

The Empress didn’t even glance back. She waved her hand lazily. “That’s other people’s experience. As for mine, yours isn’t good enough. Even if I told you, it wouldn’t help. Good night. Kisses.”

My hardware isn’t good enough?

What did that mean?

I don’t have a waist? Boobs?

No hips?

Or no legs?

What kind of nonsense was that?

Does that mean…

Then Sylvara’s eyes

flew

open.

She gets it now.

That bargain-bin dad was making a dirty joke.

Bragging about how she won Relos with her hardware.

And Sylvara, lacking that hardware, could only rely on flirting and posting sexy photos.

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Holy moly!

That shameless bastard is showing off!

Flaunting their affection this dramatically, wasn’t she afraid of getting struck by lightning?

The next morning.

Sylvara was awakened by Eggy, who was tumbling around on the bed from left to right.

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She opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a moment before remembering this was her bargain-bin husband’s bed. A huge one. About 6.5 feet by 8 feet.

He had slept in this bed for over ten years.

She lifted her optical computer, snapped a photo of her feet, and posted it on Starnet with a voice message. “Woke up in my husband’s bed.”

She uploaded the photo.

Not long after, the comments exploded.

[Sylvara looks well, her brother’s voice sounds amazing, she knows a Level-7 Plant Healer, and now these feet? I could admire them for half a year.]

[Half a year for feet is easy. A year for calves, no problem. By the way, did that friend who sent you durian tell you where to buy it?]

[Same question. Where can we buy durian? I want to make Durian-Shell Chicken too. Gotta stay strong and healthy so my wife doesn’t complain.]

Sylvara scrolled through the comments and rolled over on the big bed.

Eggy thought she was playing. It rolled even harder. Up and down. Left and right. Whatever way she rolled, Eggy rolled right along with her.

After rolling around for a bit, Sylvara lay flat on the bed and posted another nine-photo update. Four photos were from yesterday’s durian dishes. Four were close-ups of fresh durian. The one in the center showed a pair of feet standing on top of durians. She added the caption, “Durian- Shell Chicken strengthens the body. Durian stew restores balance. Durian can even be made into desserts.

“But none of that compares to the punishment. If someone at home won’t behave, punish them with this. Minimal harm, maximum humiliation. Guaranteed results.

“Starnet friends, you deserve this.”

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After finishing the caption, she hit send.

:

Early that morning, Sylvara posted two updates in a row.

Starnet exploded.

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People across the network started searching for durian. Chicken sold out. Eggs sold out.

Some sharp-eyed and very bored users zoomed in on the fabric covering the feet in the photo. Based on the material and color, they boldly guessed it had to be a high-ranking military uniform.

Soon, rumors spread. Everyone was guessing that the big shot’s husband worked in the military and that he was a general-level figure.

Sylvara saw none of this.

After posting, she hugged Eggy, got out of bed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and walked out of the bedroom.

In the hallway, palace attendants were waiting. They held a red gown, a row of high heels, a line of hair accessories, and a full set of jewelry. “Your Royal Highness,” one of them said

respectfully, “please choose today’s outfit.”

Sylvara pointed at the red gown. “Are you choosing?”

serious? There’s only one gown. What am I

A gown with high heels was terrible for fighting.

Then she shook her head. Who would she even fight in the palace?

That bastard?

No need. Someone had already punished him.

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