Abyss Solo

Yang Ming clicked his tongue: "This little time is not enough for me to show my skills."

"But it's enough for me."

Daphne stood up and straddled Yang Ming's lap, her face adorned with unabashed allure, her eyes rippling with myriad emotions and a hint of shyness.

"I love you, Hanton, always have, this has twisted my soul almost completely."

Yang Ming sighed in his heart, proactively wrapped his arms around her slender and rather elastic waist, warmly embracing her as she lowered her head for a passionate kiss.

The cabin only contained the two of them.

Lyu casually blacked out the surveillance cameras, and in the Thought Space, covered Molly's eyes with his hand.

This is not something for immature Thought Bodies to see.

...

One and a half Galaxy Time later.

Outside Emperor Star, Yang Ming and Daphne, now changed into different clothes, boarded a ferry, directly descending to the surface of Emperor Star.

Greeting Yang Ming was a head of the Antenna Organization, a middle-aged aunt who looked somewhat familiar to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming scrutinized this old aunt for a few moments, concluding that this old aunt should be a confidant of the Emperor.

The old aunt was secretly looking at Daphne... Daphne was radiant but appeared languid, with an intense attachment to the man beside her, evidently having recently experienced pleasure and satisfaction.

This middle-aged maid had been in the Imperial Palace for long enough to understand such matters well.

First, take care of business.

"Respected Imperial Duke," the old aunt smiled, "Princess Daphne."

"Let's get straight to the point," Yang Ming reminded her.

"Alright," the old aunt said quickly, "We will reach the Imperial Palace in twenty minutes. You are allowed to land directly near the palace hall. The situation within the Empire is rapidly changing, and we've encountered quite a tricky political storm."

Yang Ming nodded: "And then? Any instructions from His Majesty?"

"At first, His Majesty did not concern himself with the public marches and demanded that no force be used against the protesting masses, but now, His Majesty also sees the enormous harm caused to the Empire by the conflict that arose between the noble and civilian classes."

The old aunt concisely stated:

"The noble class is an essential tool for the realization of imperial power, so imperial power naturally favors nobles, I hope you understand this.

"Furthermore, the best approaches right now are either to quell the public's anger, to divert attention as much as possible, or if neither can be smoothly executed, to opt for external conflict, using outside pressures to reunite the civilians and nobles.

"Which of these three routes do you think is more likely to succeed?"

"All three routes are viable, it's just about how we operate them," Yang Ming said, "Personally, I would choose to quell the public's anger."

Daphne added: "This is the path with the most issues during execution; quelling the public's anger would require harming the interests of the noble class."

"The princess speaks correctly," said the old aunt, "His Majesty is more inclined towards the second route, finding ways to divert the Empire's citizens' attention. You may extend policies in this direction later."

Yang Ming suddenly asked: "His Majesty's situation is not very good either, is it?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Otherwise, His Majesty wouldn't send you to find me ahead of time, wanting to use my voice to suppress opposing views... Let me think, are there quite a few people from the Sherman family near His Majesty?"

"Yes," the old aunt showed a helpless smile, "Those uncles and cousins of the Emperor, relying on their deep qualifications and abundant resources, pressuring His Majesty collectively, demanding that His Majesty promptly issue the expedition order, the third expedition to New Federation, to divert domestic conflict and attribute Count Quigen's death and a series of negative news to New Federation's deliberate incitement."

Yang Ming nodded: "Actually, that's a good idea, simple, efficient, and significantly reduces the intensity of current conflicts."

The old aunt said: "His Majesty is not interested in specific policies, does not wish to be manipulated by them, and that is the crux."

"I understand, to oppose the Sherman family."

Yang Ming almost burst out laughing, while Daphne beside him couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead.

"His Majesty holds high hopes for you."

Boss Yang slowly rolled up his sleeves, smiled: "As long as His Majesty allows it, I'm quite good at arguing."

"You understand what I mean, that's good," the old aunt smiled with squinted eyes, her tone suddenly shifted, "Besides, there's one more thing I'd like to discuss with you... A department under us detected some unlikely minor data fluctuations within the Imperial Defense System's black box server when Count Quigen's murder happened."

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

It made him a bit shocked.

There are actually capable people lurking within the Empire's upper echelons!

"You suspect that the Emperor Guard System killed that Earl?"

"It's just a possibility, but the data fluctuation has disappeared, what I mean is, the remaining data records mysteriously vanished," the old aunt sighed, "I just hope the Imperial Development Divine Sect can give us a reasonable explanation, or... this really sends chills down my spine."

Yang Ming also nodded with a solemn expression.

Daphne beside him looked at Yang Ming's side profile, in thought.

Yang Ming wondered if this exposure was deliberate or 'accidental' or whether it was completely unconcerned about being exposed.

Meanwhile, Daphne pondered on what methods to use to avoid pregnancy and what medications to consider, as she didn't want a child tying her down just yet, life had just begun... Such irrelevant topics.