Abyss Solo

Yang Ming wondered: "Isn't the Elder Court supposed to control the nobles now? Isn't that what it's used for?"

"Well, nobles are also divided into classes. The Great Nobles have long held the Elder Court, and their interests haven't been harmed yet. The ones in conflict with the commoners are those at the bottom, who have the least resources and are the most superior in feeling. They are also the group most easily swayed by emotions."

Lyu briefly explained:

"Similarly, the local lower nobles and the local commoners have some grudges between them.

"Count Quigen's death indeed acted as a trigger. Whether it's our previous publicity or the internet army guiding public opinion, it's all aimed at putting pressure on the Empire.

"Count Quigen's death directly pushed the Empire towards civil war.

"Li's move this time is truly impressive."

Yang Ming pondered for a while.

He asked, "Do you think we should continue following Li's lead?"

"Conditions aren't mature yet, Boss," Lyu reminded, "Li's uncertainty is too great. Unless we understand her true purpose, we must act cautiously."

Yang Ming nodded: "This time I'm going to the Emperor Star, but I don't know what kind of situation I'll face."

"They probably want to use your influence to cool the situation," Lyu smiled, "Having a fall-out with them and stiffening the relationship might be a wise choice."

"What should we ask from the Empire to make them think that we have ulterior motives here?"

Yang Ming muttered to himself, feeling a bit troubled.

His true purpose is naturally closely related to the future development of the Wind-Dark Star System.

But that matter is something that must not be mentioned.

Boss Yang certainly can't directly say—ah, return the sovereignty of the Luofeng Empire's vassal states—then he'll truly expose his intents.

In terms of power?

He is already an Imperial Duke, and his positions and honors within the Empire are at their peak.

Previously, Director Eno and Daphne suspected he wanted to become the new ruler as the White Ghost, based on 'desire for power.'

Money?

Well, does the White Ghost lack money?

Besides, what use does he have for money? Power achieves what money cannot.

Promote ideals of freedom and democracy?

Yang Ming couldn't help but twitch his lips at the thought.

Isn't that vocabulary commonly used by hypocritical politicians? Everyone is a walking embodiment of desires, playing the high and mighty.

Yang Ming truly found himself in a dilemma.

He must come up with a reason that convinces the Empire's high-level officials...

"Boss, Daphne is back."

"Okay, Lyu, you go ahead with your work."

Yang Ming casually removed his hidden earpiece and stared quietly out the porthole.

Daphne sat back next to Yang Ming, bending down to whisper in his ear: "The meeting over there is ended, and a consensus has been temporarily reached to fully resolve the current erupting class conflicts."

"The efficiency this time isn't bad," Yang Ming nodded with a smile, "How do they plan to resolve it?"

"Just some conventional methods."

Daphne said softly:

"Deploy the army, reinforce the imperial fleet's presence on every Administrative Star where conflicts have erupted, put pressure on the civilian class, and suppress those foreign agitators.

"In terms of public opinion propaganda, emphasize that the conflict was incited by foreign forces.

"Additionally, introduce some policies benefiting the people, providing short-term benefits to the populace and then retracting these benefits over a longer period.

"Other minor details include arresting the leading troublemakers, mobilizing the reserve Mechanical Army, conducting routine patrols in the most chaotic Emperor Star Circle... There's nothing novel; it's all standard policies addressing symptoms rather than causes."

Yang Ming smiled: "It's good they have countermeasures. I thought they would argue for a long time."

"Alas," Daphne's expression was somewhat complex, "You should be careful. Their anger towards you has accumulated to a certain extent."

Yang Ming raised his hand and patted Daphne's hand, speaking gently: "Don't worry about me. The worst-case scenario is my body being destroyed, and then I can have some small revenge on your family."

Daphne:...

"Hanton, your threats are too straightforward, with no artistry."

"What need is there for artistry?"

Yang Ming crossed his legs and said leisurely:

"Your elders are accustomed to being tyrannical. Let them suffer a bit, then they'll learn to respect others."

Daphne didn't know how to respond momentarily.

Making the actual controllers of the Milky Way's most powerful Empire suffer...

She suddenly felt a slight itch as Yang Ming's hand roamed less innocently along her arm.

Daphne turned to look at him, her eyes unconsciously shimmering with warmth, actively lowering her neckline and leaning towards his direction.

"Hanton..."

"Hm?"

"My youth is running out," Daphne gently spoke, "Are you willing to be close to me now?"

"Mm," Yang Ming responded, his right hand playing with the screen projection in front of him, his left hand showing no intention of retreat.

After a while, Daphne proactively wrapped her arms around Yang Ming's left arm, snuggling up to his shoulder, trying to kiss Yang Ming's earlobe.

Yang Ming laughed out loud from the ticklish sensation, turning to look at her charming face, speaking gently: "Your Highness, this isn't the time for such matters."

"We have over a Galaxy Time of private time," Daphne's eyes didn't avoid, "I read in books that the normal time for human males is between fifty-five seconds and thirty minutes."