Chapter 992 - 394: Enlightenment No.1 Ship
Emilia sat quietly in the corner of the court gathering.
She was the main character today, the Wind Palace was adorned with lights everywhere, all to create an atmosphere of joy for her.
Unfortunately, Emilia was still in low spirits.
She wore the most beautiful princess dress, adorned with expensive jewelry and a crown, yet there was always an undeniable melancholy on her flawless jade-like face.
Emperor Edwan of the Empire was enthusiastically chatting with several ministers about economic development plans.
Edwan was somewhat worried about Emilia, glancing over at her repeatedly, and finally couldn't resist getting up, walking past the edge of the dance floor to stand before Emilia.
"Oh, what's the matter with you, my dear sister?"
Edwan smiled and said:
"Cheer up, Emilia, everyone is gathered to celebrate your birthday! Over the past period, we have achieved outstanding results in various fields, and this banquet is also a celebration of our harvest in the field of technology.
"Don't look so grim, everyone is worried about you."
Emilia nodded calmly, gazing at Edwan's face, and softly said, "I'm fine, brother, go entertain the ministers."
"Alright," Edwan didn't say much more, warmly saying, "Shall I have Miss Guina come over to accompany you?"
"No need," Emilia shook her head, "Later, there will be a small gathering in my chamber, Miss Guina will attend."
"It's a girls' gathering, right? Haha."
Edwan gave Emilia a warm look, then turned and walked toward the corner where wealthy merchants were gathered, performing his public relations duties as the 'Wind Alliance's spokesperson' like a perpetual motion machine.
Emilia watched Edwan's back, and finally just sighed lightly, her expression showing even more loneliness.
Beside her leg lay a decorative metal sword, the blade showing fresh polishing marks.
A figure appeared in the dark corner at the back, walking straight towards Emilia's back.
A few vigilant maids noticed this figure, instinctively wanting to stop him; the head maid a bit farther away hastily gestured for them to remain still.
The figure walked out of the shadows, revealing a still-young face with a kind smile.
"Hey."
Yang Ming's voice sounded:
"Why is the birthday girl hiding here alone?"
Emilia was visibly taken aback, and when she raised her head, her eyes were already glowing brightly, quickly turning around to look behind her, though with some lackluster pouting.
It was just a realistic robot that came, not an actual bounty hunter.
A true bounty hunter would never wear a protective vest underneath a military uniform; only fragile realistic robots need real-time protection.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "It's me."
Emilia asked softly, "Assistant?"
"The person himself."
Yang Ming calmly moved forward, sitting boldly beside Emilia under the covert glances and gazes of most men present.
He laughed and said, "It's such a big occasion, your birthday, of course, I'd come over, just military duties kept me busy, so I was a bit late."
Emilia raised her head slightly, a smile she couldn't conceal on her petite face.
She was already a mature and beautiful human female, with delicate features, a lovely figure, milk-white, soft skin, and those big lively eyes that seemed to speak, easily attracting admiration from men with a regular orientation.
Emilia said calmly, "In previous years on my birthday, I didn't see a trace of you."
"Talking like this makes you no friends."
Yang Ming gazed at Edwan socializing over there, slightly sighing.
"Are you okay?" Yang Ming asked.
Emilia said calmly, "Which matter's negative impact on me are you asking about? My workload has only increased in recent years, people jokingly call me half the queen of the Luofeng Empire, the secretary-general of the Wind Alliance, all thanks to you."
"Uh, is it very tiring?" Yang Ming turned to look into her eyes.
Emilia pursed her lips, her right hand clenched into a fist, making a cheering gesture: "This is called being fulfilled!"
"Being fulfilled is good," Yang Ming laughed, "in reality, you are the empress of the Wind, just many things can't be announced for now."
"Let's not talk about this."
Emilia lowered her head, adjusting her long skirt.
"You're too careless, bounty hunter, we can't afford to pay any price due to minor oversights, and in occasions like this, it's hard to be sure if they are carrying any high-tech products."
Yang Ming laughed and said, "Don't worry, those invited today are under our tight surveillance daily… since a poison gas attack incident, we've developed a complete set of algorithms on human brainwave compiled language, already maturely applied now."
Emilia was slightly at a loss for words: "Anyway, it's never wrong to be a little cautious."
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, warmly asking, "Do you have some time later?"
"I don't want to dance with a fake hunter."
"Who said anything about dancing," Yang Ming replied, "do I look like a man with such romantic flair? I meant do you have time later, I'll take you to visit an opening ceremony."
"Opening ceremony?" Emilia was a bit puzzled.
Yang Ming watched the overlapping figures on the dance floor, speaking slowly, "You can take it as a form of recognition; it signifies, from now on, you are mine."
Emilia glanced at Yang Ming, then pretended to turn her head calmly.
She certainly understood that the thought bubbling up in her heart at this moment was an absurd, unrealistic idea, yet she couldn't suppress it, her mind unable to move on for a long time, and only responded softly: