Capítulo 980: Chapter 390: The Ghostly Actor
Emperor Star.
Yang Ming gazed at the planet outside the porthole, his eyes slightly distant.
When he first ca here, he marveled at the imaginative appearance of this modular planet, and the distant Constant Star that it ‘enslaved’ seed so dim.
Later, due to his first failure in confronting the core power of the Empire, he was forced to use so underhanded tactics to distance himself from the circle of Emperor Star.
Now he was back.
Beside him was still the Princess who was chosen back then; this ti, there was no longer any coercion or oppression, and he had a bit more confidence to have a friendly conversation with the hosts here.
“What are you looking at?”
Daphne asked gently.
Yang Ming raised his head slightly: “Don’t you think this planet is eerie?”
“Eerie?”
Daphne laughed, and in front of the guards and maids, wrapped her arm around Yang Ming’s, softly saying:
“Such an assessnt isn’t suitable for the great Emperor Star. This is the hub of the Empire, and it should be sunny and full of humanistic aura.”
Yang Ming smiled without saying anything.
He asked, “Shall we go directly to the Imperial Palace?”
“Yes, there’s a banquet prepared just for your reception,” Daphne said softly, “But later, when you et my father, please maintain so respect, as your previous words still cast a shadow over him.”
Boss Yang showed a face full of helplessness.
Is it his fault?
If the Old Emperor hadn’t pushed so hard last ti, he wouldn’t have needed to retaliate in that manner.
“Alright, I’ll try to be more careful.”
Boss Yang gave a hollow promise.
…
The atmosphere in the Imperial Palace was sowhat subdued.
The great Emperor wasn’t in a bright mood; from yesterday until now, three maids had been subjected to random ‘punishnts,’ including but not limited to physical suffering.
Now, no one dared approach the Emperor, nor did anyone dare ntion any news about that gentleman.
At such tis, the Emperor’s most trusted older maids—the managers of the Antenna Organization—needed to step in.
A middle-aged maid appeared in the corner of the bedchamber, hurriedly reaching the Emperor’s side as he lay by the pool.
“Your Majesty, Director Eno is on his way to the Imperial Palace, and he hasn’t added any events to the mo, so the specific purpose is unknown.”
“Hmm,” the Old Emperor asked with his eyes closed, “Where are my precious daughter and that annoying prospective son-in-law?”
“Your Highness, they are already at the transit station and will appear before you in half a Galaxy Ti to pay you the deepest respect.”
“Respect? Hah.”
The Old Emperor rely sneered:
“This hero of the Empire, can he really regard as the Emperor he can’t do anything about? Now he’s backed by those old folks, and I’m but a placeholder on the throne they elected, isn’t that right?”
“Your Majesty, don’t say that…”
The old maid sighed:
“You are the Emperor of the Empire and the master of all resources. If you weren’t important, why would those elders of the Sherman family should heed your opinions in everything? They could bypass you completely. You are the foundation of the Empire’s system, the root of a tree, while they are the trunk connecting the root to the branches; you are the most important.”
The Old Emperor opened his eyes, raising his hand to stroke the middle-aged maid’s hand.
“Alright, no need to comfort . I am the Emperor, but I am also rely a spokesperson among my peers in the family; my elders are still alive, so I must naturally respect them…
“Doesn’t Hanton know to deeply repent for his previous offense? It’s been years! He hasn’t co to for a sincere apology.
“Oh, whenever this guy is ntioned, my blood pressure rises uncontrollably!”
The middle-aged maid laughed:
“Doesn’t this precisely indicate that the young man you value is not a sycophant or power-hungry ordinary noble, but rather your competent subordinate?
“Your Majesty, since he left Emperor Star these years, he has been running tirelessly for the Empire. Saka Star, the territory you bestowed upon him, has seen its population grow by 300%, and the economic index has increased a hundredfold, becoming a rising investnt area in the region.
“He represented the Empire in visiting the New Federation, where he fiercely humiliated the New Federation’s Transford Soldiers, thwarting their plans to sow discord between him and the Empire.
“At the Military Intelligence Bureau, he worked diligently for two and a half years, not only promoting a batch of capable hands, refining and restructuring the Bureau’s frawork, but also, right before his transfer, entrusted all those he cultivated entirely and unreservedly to your beloved Major General Atro, ensuring the Bureau will beco another of your arms.
“These are all his achievents, and within the Antenna Organization’s internal ratings, our evaluation of him is quite favorable, Your Majesty.”
The Old Emperor glanced at the middle-aged maid: “You wouldn’t have taken benefits from him, would you?”
“Your Majesty, my soul and body are yours.”
“I know, you have been with the longest, teacher… you an to say, should I let go of my prejudice against him?”
“Actually, Your Majesty,” the middle-aged maid sighed, “you have sowhat miscalculated on this matter in recent years. Think about it, if you could tolerate and even utilize soone who once insulted you face-to-face, how would history evaluate it? Your magnanimity and vision would surpass any previous rulers.”
“Really?”
The Old Emperor slowly sat up, seemingly pondering sothing.
This old lady didn’t push further; everything had to stop at the right point:
She shifted the topic softly:
“Even if you harbor dislike for him, he can still aid you; his influence within and beyond the Empire has exceeded that of all the nobles.
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