Abyss Solo

This message is simple.

[Listen to my arrangements.]

No need to think, only Li can decrypt the channel between him and Lyu, so this message must have come from Li.

The only hope is Labuduo, who hasn't appeared yet.

Yang Ming sent a message back to Lyu.

[Don't worry, Li has arranged everything.]

In the Thought Space, Lyu thought briefly, realizing her secret communication with the boss was no longer secret, she sighed lightly.

The upcoming speech would likely be a stage for various forces to compete.

Her influence on Emperor Star was rather limited, all she could do now was prepare more 'rescue the master' plans.

The external cell group rebirth technique should be used sparingly, even if the boss can maintain his personality, it will inevitably cost him some of his strength.

There aren't many bugs to kill now, so if the boss's strength can remain intact, it's better not to lose any.

In Daphne's sleeping chamber, Yang Ming put his watch back on his wrist, waving his hand to the side, as the maids bowed and continued to serve.

He closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace, as his fingers lightly tapped.

Fifteen minutes later, Daphne sent a communication invitation.

The venue for the speech was changed to the Prince Glory command ship, ordered by four elders from the Military Department. The Old Emperor feared they might take action and had dispatched three influential elders from the Elder Court, along with two princes who ranked in the top ten for the succession to the throne, to Prince Glory.

Yang Ming reacted calmly to this news, though inwardly he clicked his tongue.

Indeed, 'even a vicious tiger won't eat its cubs' is just a moral perspective from agrarian times.

Yang Ming asked, "Daphne, where are you now?"

"On the way to Prince Glory," Daphne rotated the camera to show the ship she was aboard. "Wait for my message, once everything is confirmed here, I'll let you know to come over. If they urge you, don't mind them."

"This is too dangerous," Yang Ming pondered aloud.

"Are you worried about me?"

Daphne smiled warmly, with a touch of smugness in her eyes.

The maids and guards beside her were a bit bewildered.

Their princess seemed to change when facing the White Ghost, losing her previous decisiveness, and gaining some girlish coquettishness.

"Alright," Yang Ming shook his head, "I'll be waiting for your message here... I will send over twelve armed robots of Da Wa to protect your safety, discuss with me if you encounter any issues."

"Alright, my lord," Daphne smiled, "I will act cautiously."

Yang Ming ended the communication and tapped lightly on his watch.

Lyu naturally heard what he had just said, and a medium-sized transport ship that had been waiting at Emperor Star Space Port began approaching the military port, packed with armed maids who would soon arrive at Daphne's side.

East Wind, anchored outside Emperor Star's defense circle, immediately took action, moving closer to Prince Glory.

A guard hurriedly came by: "Grand Duke, His Majesty invites you for breakfast."

"Hmm, I'll go right away."

Yang Ming replied.

These people each have their own agenda, who knows what tricks they might be up to.

...

Breakfast at the Imperial Palace was naturally lavish. Yang Ming continued to chat cheerfully with the Old Emperor, making some predictions about the content of the upcoming speech.

A special protective ship, six-hundred meters long, hovered above the Palace module, awaiting transfer.

The two princes in the Imperial Palace and the three elders of the Elder Court had already stepped into this ship ahead of time, slightly nervous about the looming arrival of the White Ghost.

After finishing his meal, Daphne had already arrived at the Prince Glory's command ship and begun a full-ship scan.

Even without witnessing the scene over there, Yang Ming could imagine the number of people on that command ship with sweaty palms right now.

"Hanton, it's about time."

The Old Emperor glanced at the time and smiled: "You may go to deliver your speech."

"Your Majesty," Yang Ming responded with a smile, "Daphne advised me to wait for her message. She's worried someone might attempt to harm me."

The Old Emperor couldn't help but laugh: "Hanton, what are you worried about? When you deliver your speech, you'll have a host of princes, elders, and ministers standing behind you. Who would dare act against you here?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty," Yang Ming nodded solemnly, then continued, "Moreover, ordinary methods can't really threaten my life, but I worry that an attack on me isn't meant to silence or eliminate me but is driven by political motives."

The Old Emperor raised his brows slightly, earnestly asking, "Political motives? Why?"

"It's actually quite complex."

Yang Ming spoke seriously:

"Your Majesty, the Empire has yet to escape the shadow of nationwide unrest.

"The Military Department suppressed disturbances everywhere with force, curfew and travel restrictions have been enforced, the fear among the populace is rising, reflected in the economy, as extensive areas show signs of hoarding by the citizens.

"At this critical juncture, I have been elevated by you and hailed as a national hero, with every move watched closely.

"If I were attacked during the speech, the shock to the populace would be enormous, forcing down the nationwide unrest would explode again exponentially."

The Old Emperor frowned deeply, nodding continuously.

Observing the Emperor's subtle expressions, Yang Ming continued, "Therefore, from this perspective, forces that want to disrupt the Empire are most likely to attack me at this time, then blame the Empire's Great Nobles. The New Federation CIA has been operating internally for many years, we must guard against it."