Chapter 697: 293 The Emperor’s Right Hand
“This Imperial Palace is truly extravagant.”
Yang Ming rembered the Imperial Palace being like those historical palaces and pavilions back ho, at most a steel structure known as the ‘Cyber Forbidden City.’
But the Sherman Empire’s Imperial Palace was not complex, even sowhat simple.
Modules of the Imperial Palace were embedded in a gigantic fra structure, with a ground area of approximately several hundred thousand square ters, and tallic curtains on all sides that could project different simulated sceneries.
The architectural style was predominantly tall and spacious, with a few scattered palaces dotting the bronze-colored tallic squares, as if narrating the insignificance of humanity and human creations on the cosmic scale of space and ti.
These palaces were where the Emperor lived, worked, and entertained.
Walking alongside the road, Yang Ming saw several black fras with sides tens of ters in length, squares or rectangles of various sizes that appeared to be different buildings, which would slowly rise into grand tal halls if the Emperor needed them.
Solemn and oppressive.
“Viscount Hanton,” the elder in front of Yang Ming turned his head, lowering his voice as much as possible, “you are very clever, and we trust you, but make sure not to make His Majesty despise you.”
Yang Ming imdiately nodded: “Don’t worry, Great Elder, my life is important.”
“Don’t speak nonsense,” the Great Elder frowned, “the great Emperor would not falsely accuse a good person.”
Yang Ming:…
Too low.
His sycophant attributes were still too low.
After walking for over twenty minutes, they finally reached a grand tallic hall.
It was only up close that Yang Ming discovered the peculiarity of this place.
The outside of the hall was wrapped in a layer of deceptive imagery, while inside was completely different.
Walking through that layer of virtual film, they were t with a fountain, two rows of flowerbeds, and a flight of stairs made of white jade leading to the true office building of the Emperor.
More than ten beautifully dressed maids, seeming intoxicated, lounged by the pool, carefree and self-absorbed, probably a part of the landscape here.
Looking up, Yang Ming saw a very realistic blue sky and white clouds, feeling the light and heat of the Constant Star.
Behind the pond was the true Great Hall, looking square and proper, with art pieces scattered in front of the hall, which altogether wouldn’t amount to a single top garnt, with male and female symbols seemingly mixed up here.
Art, it’s all like this.
Standing outside the hall, several elders suppressed their panting with deep breaths, tidied their robes in unison, bowed their heads, and crossed over the threshold dozens of centiters high into the hall.
The Great Elder called out: “Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The sickness of Viscount Hanton, the White Ghost, has already improved significantly!”
Inside the hall, the Old Emperor who was doing his manicure motioned with his hand, and the maids carrying the beauty device kits bowed their heads and withdrew.
At a glance, Yang Ming recognized that the beauty devices were probably from the New Federation.
“Oh? Is that so?”
The Emperor glanced at the several elders below and smiled, “My Imperial Guard Knight has recovered?”
“Not fully recovered!”
The Great Elder spoke softly:
“Your Majesty, genetic modification experints inherently carry great risks. The success rate of the Ancient God Transformation currently has only one case, even the Martial God experintal subject No. 1 lost its own sanity, becoming a monster with a human appearance.
“In a certain sense, Viscount Hanton’s body harbors a huge hidden danger and we cannot rule out the possibility of loss of control or self-collapse and other unexpected situations.
“Your Majesty, the original human body is a gift from nature, and your body represents the pinnacle of our species.”
The Old Emperor’s eyes narrowed into a smile.
Yang Ming quietly smirked outside.
He’d been too naive; he hadn’t realized that these old foxes wanted him to play the part of a man still sick, using him as a pawn.
The conflict between the Emperor and the Elder Court revealed a corner before him.
“The elders have been concerned,” the Old Emperor said cheerfully, “Since he is a patient, soone bring a chair and place it here… Hanton, please co in, what are you doing standing outside?”
Yang Ming stepped through the gateway, with chest puffed and head raised, giving a military salute.
Then, looking at the chair brought by the maids, he hesitated slightly but still walked forward and sat down before the Great Elder and the others.
The bowing Great Elder lowered his head even more.
The Old Emperor of the Sherman family squinted and smiled, offering a few warm and caring words to Yang Ming, looking just like a neighborly elderly gentleman asking a university student who had just returned to the village about his well-being.
The Old Emperor shifted the topic: “Hanton, did you hear what the Great Elder just said?”
“I did, Your Majesty,” Yang Ming nodded, “What the Great Elder said actually makes sense…”
“Hm?” The Old Emperor looked slightly sharp.
Yang Ming said, “But it’s quite clear the Great Elder doesn’t understand the Ancient God transformation experints.”
The Old Emperor’s gaze softened imdiately.
“Is that so?” the Old Emperor asked with a smile, “Then tell , where is the flaw in these elders’ viewpoints?”
“Actually, there has not been a single successful case of fusing Ancient God genes with human genes,” Yang Ming stated gravely, “Ancient God Life Forms are likely to be biological weapons of a high-dinsional civilization. Our fusion experints are… too superficial compared to the technology of high-dinsional civilizations.”
The Old Emperor’s eyes narrowed for a mont before he burst into laughter.
The elders behind Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, each lifting their heads to glance at him.
“You are truly interesting,” the Old Emperor laughed, “everything is good on this Emperor Star, except for its rigidity, dullness, and low-grade tastes everywhere. You, however, have brought
so rare amusent.”
Yang Ming kept a serious expression.
What’s so amusing about that?
The Old Emperor continued, “Do you know why I called you here?”
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