Capítulo 1069: Chapter 420: Power Claim
The news of Yang Ming’s serious injury spread quickly among the Imperial Nobles.
Those few photos later circulated on the Empire’s unified network, rapidly becoming a top headline for an entire day and night.
Boss Yang’s ticulously crafted photo…
It was a pitiful sight.
The Empire’s hero, the White Ghost, lay in a half-open dical pod, with the skin on his chest showing obvious cracks, and blood continuously seeping out. A dical robot nearby was quickly performing hemostasis operations.
You could also see Yang Ming’s face turning black, lips purple, muscles all twitching, and thick scabs of blood in his hair.
Verified by thousands of professional appraisal institutions, the photo showed no signs of synthesis or retouching.
A large number of reporters flocked to Saka Star, and various forces within the Empire sent their representatives to Saka Star to express their care and condolences.
Daphne, the Imperial Songstress Princess, who had planned a national charity tour to help disaster-stricken planets recover quickly, also announced the suspension of all activities to rush to the White Ghost’s side, thereby earning a great deal of goodwill from the White Ghost’s fans.
Boss Yang was long used to Daphne capitalizing on his popularity without a care.
She indeed helped with a lot of things, so Yang Ming could only turn a blind eye.
However, Yang Ming didn’t expect that Daphne would actually give up such a pri opportunity to gain popularity;
He had just arrived at the Saka Star’s lord’s residence for less than five standard Galaxy Ti when Daphne appeared in front of him.
As soon as Daphne walked into the spacious, luxurious, and magnificent master bedroom of the main building of the lord’s residence, she saw the figure lying behind the screen, hurriedly stepped forward, and complained quickly:
“Is the injury really that serious? Hanton, aren’t you supposed to be a self-serving person? Why did you put yourself in such a dangerous situa—”
Daphne’s voice abruptly halted.
Her forehead gradually filled with black lines, glaring at Yang Ming, who was sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket.
Boss Yang held a genuine charcoal-grilled skewer in one hand and a bottle of a Saka Star specialty alcoholic beverage in the other, wearing an official White Ghost edition sleep cap on his head, with so… natural grease at the corner of his mouth.
“Oh,” Yang Ming lifted his hand to cover his chest, his expression becoming exceptionally painful, “here, it hurts so much.”
Daphne’s mouth twitched lightly.
No wonder the guards wouldn’t let the maids approach here!
She felt a sense of irritation, running her fingers through her slightly feverishly curled light blue hair. —This was her latest tour style, which she hadn’t had ti to revert to a more dignified appearance before rushing over.
Daphne suddenly felt like hitting soone.
But considering the terrifying combat power of the man in front of her, she ultimately chose to stay rational.
“Is this a political operation?” Daphne asked with a frown.
“Uh-huh,” Boss Yang shrugged, “what else? Do I go to your father or your great-uncle to take credit? Look, I took down that Great Queen, should you reward with sothing, or else I’ll incite the public to overthrow you, is that it?”
Daphne was montarily furious but then found it amusing.
She walked to the bedside and sat down, with a bit of contemplation in her eyes.
“It’s indeed a good thod, using a pitiful image to arouse the public’s sympathy for you. The pressure Empire citizens endured during the insect swarm has now transford into rage directed at those who previously orchestrated negative campaigns against you.
“A lot of so-called expert comntators and political analysts have had their biases overturned… Are you really okay?”
“Feeling couldn’t be better,” Yang Ming chuckled, “Unfortunately, I couldn’t actually take down that Great Queen, otherwise I might have completed a life-level evolution by now.”
Daphne was montarily taken aback: “Couldn’t actually kill the Great Queen?”
“The body is dead, but the mind is not,” Yang Ming said slowly, “I can determine from the replenishnt of my biological energy through killing insects that the Great Queen is definitely not completely dead.”
Daphne imdiately fell into thought.
Yang Ming said with a smile, “Did you hurriedly rush back?”
“It’s just a political necessity, I’ll go freshen up and change my clothes,” Daphne calmly stated, rising to leave, then turned back and whispered:
“If we’re going to act, it has to be the full set. Later, I’ll leave with tears in my eyes, please don’t be swayed by my acting into any misunderstandings.”
“Of course not,” Yang Ming spread his hands, “we’re partners, teammates, don’t let carnal desires, such low-level urges, pollute our pure camaraderie.”
Daphne almost couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She let out a soft hum, turned, and floated away, lightly twitching her nose, tears imdiately welling up at the corners of her eyes.
‘This acting is really good, it makes feel pitiful.’
Yang Ming lightly clicked his tongue and then continued to bow his head and gnaw on the roasted at skewer in his hand.
The barbecue was pretty good, only… hmm, without sweet spring onions, sweet sauce, and flatbread, it lacked soul.
Daphne soon returned from outside.
Yang Ming, already fed and watered, inexplicably felt a bit warm and comfortable, and seeing Daphne, he even felt a tiny spark of desire.
Actually, Yang Ming couldn’t be entirely blad.
At this mont, Daphne had changed into a light white camisole nightgown. It was originally just an ordinary style of sleepwear, but because of Daphne’s slender and charming figure, it beca filled with beauty, especially her pair of white, smooth jade legs and beautiful feet, without any artificial embellishnts, yet possessing an almost perfect proportion.
She looked like a goddess of love walking out from a film, singing the ancient ballads of the Sherman Empire.
Daphne lifted the quilt and naturally lay beside Yang Ming, like an old couple, opening the internet terminal to start browsing the web.
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