Chapter 284: 141 Ordinary Transition Chapter (Part Three)_2

“My dear pirate uncle?” Yang Ming wondered aloud.

“Kolev is having a tea party with some old ladies,” Lyu muttered, “He said he’ll see you later.”

“That old man! Tell him my time is quite precious!” Yang Ming shouted fiercely.

Lyu couldn’t help but chuckle twice.

The boss was clearly waiting for the fortified injections to be produced, and before that, there wouldn’t be any new actions. This period of downtime would be relatively leisurely.

Yang Ming walked over to the fitness equipment and exercised for a while when General Fremont appeared in the projection.

He was still sitting in the Royal Guard Army command center, but he looked somewhat fatigued.

“General, what happened to you?” Yang Ming asked.

“A bit too tired lately,” Fremont smiled bitterly, “Post-war recovery requires a lot from the Royal Guard Army, and our Emperor has also been summoning frequently, leaving me a bit drained.”

“Oh, really?”

Yang Ming’s eyes flickered slightly,

“Is this Emperor going to start governing diligently?”

“Not quite,” Fremont frowned, “Sometimes, I also don’t know what the Emperor is thinking. He seems to start suspecting Prince Edwan, which isn’t a good sign.”

Yang Ming crossed his legs, his eyes turning a bit sharp.

“General Fremont.”

Yang Ming said, “Can you ensure Prince Edwan’s safety?”

“Of course.”

“That’s very good.”

Yang Ming threatened bluntly,

“I assume Prince Edwan has informed you of my current influence, the kind that ordinary people don’t know about. I don’t want to see any harm come to Prince Edwan.

“He is a wise ruler who can change the country, but he is merciful and weak when it comes to family ties.”

General Fremont gazed at Yang Ming, then slowly nodded, “I understand, Mr. Yang Ming.”

“Very well, if anything happens to Prince Edwan, I’ll come after you first.”

Fremont laughed, “Of course.”

Yang Ming asked, “Has there been anything unusual in the Imperial Palace lately?”

“Oh, speaking of which.”

Fremont said in a slow voice,

“Prince Edwan asked me to report this to you… Princess Dana seems to be plotting something. She attempted to gather a few women from outside the palace, but I managed to intercept her several times.

“Princess Dana has noble ties with the Sherman Empire. Although most of the Sherman Empire’s diplomatic mission has left now, Princess Luna hasn’t.

“If Princess Dana invites her friends to stay overnight in the Imperial Palace again, should we let them in?”

Yang Ming immediately caught on to something, asking, “Did you report this to the Emperor?”

“Certainly not,” General Fremont laughed, “I should only be reporting to you at the moment, young Viscount.”

“I actually have some exclusive information on this matter.”

Yang Ming smiled, unceremoniously giving his suggestion directly:

“If Princess Dana wants to do something, let her do it; it will benefit Prince Edwan.

“If she asks the surrounding guards to leave, then let the guards leave.”

In General Fremont’s old eyes, two beams of light flashed.

This old and young pair looked at each other across the distance, and then both revealed a slight smile.

Fremont clearly understood something.

“Alright, General, let’s leave it here. Contact me directly if there are problems,” Yang Ming stretched lazily, “I also have to go take a shower and change into something a bit more formal for prison wear, as Prince Edwan is bringing that noble from the Sherman family to inspect the prison… I really can’t understand what’s so interesting about it.”

Fremont laughed, “Novel things are naturally interesting.”

That’s quite sensible.

…

Meeting the noble Princess of the Sherman Empire was more tiring than taking down a Third Rank Mother Worm.

Yang Ming had originally prepared himself to deal with a tricky noble, but he didn’t expect…

The Princess of the Sherman Empire actually showed him quite a bit of courtesy.

Luna Sherman, an unknown-number heir to the Sherman Empire’s throne, was approaching thirty this year and was quite a match with Edwan.

When she heard that it was Yang Ming who had launched the first counterattack against the New Federation in the Wind, a series of complicated, intricate compliments spilled from her mouth.

The modifiers in the old Imperial Language were a preference of the nobles.

However, this Luna Sherman was not just a mere vase.

During their dinner, they discussed the potential superiority of the New Federation’s regime.

This beautiful princess, dressed in a puffy gown with delicate gloves, with a swan neck and exquisite makeup, said a few things while holding a wine glass that left Yang Ming deeply impressed.

She said,

“Is there truly such a thing as genuine equality? Everyone pursues a sense of superiority; when you have it, he doesn’t, and when he has it, you don’t. And when everyone has achieved superiority, it no longer exists, and human nature will drive them to seek a new sense of superiority.

“The human species is inherently incapable of producing true equality. The existence of individual differences is an inevitable fact.

“When a group that forms a sense of superiority becomes a class, class stratification is unavoidable.

“Feudal empires merely solidify the noble class, fixing various senses of superiority allocation, thus ensuring that within the emperor’s power system, everyone from top to bottom is in a stable position, allowing them to live a fulfilling life.”

Although Yang Ming wanted to rebut a few words, he took note of his apparent identity.

Just praise and be done.

After sending off this princess and her maids, Yang Ming collapsed exhaustedly onto the sofa, unable to recover for a long time.

Let Edwan continue to drown in the sea of suffering.

At least, this Princess Luna had quite a nice figure.

Speaking of the princess, Yang Ming also thought of the Fourth Princess Emilia of the Wind.

He still needed to remind Edwan to keep Emilia from interacting too much with Princess Luna to avoid being brainwashed.

“Lyu, keep an eye on the Old Emperor’s side,” Yang Ming said with a smile, “If there are any good stories, remember to call me in advance to watch the show.”

Lyu laughed, “You seem quite eager to see how Princess Dana reacts.”

“Not really, I just want to see to what extent Princess Dana can go. Hurry up and produce the fortified injections; that’s the main business,” Yang Ming urged, “I’m already eager to try out this stuff’s effect.”

Lyu thought for a moment and said slowly, “Should we first use the production line of Molly Miss Group’s subsidiary Biological Pharmaceutical Company? If we modify the existing production line, it could be done in three days, and we could have qualified samples within seven days. The Dark Star side would take at least half a month to set up.”

“Modify a production line first, and make sure it’s confidential.”

“Understood, boss, the fully automated production line doesn’t require human participation.”

Lyu paused, then continued,

“My trip to the New Federation has also been quite insightful. I’ll set up Molly Miss Group’s defense system according to the New Federation’s network security standards.”

Yang Ming: …

That already sounded expensive.

…

Yang Ming thought he could stay in prison for seven days.

But before three days had passed, he was back piloting a small spacecraft, swaggering back into space, returning to the transport ship where Hera was.

Hera clearly had already adapted to the living environment here–you could tell from the clothes strewn all around.

She didn’t like letting robots handle her life, so the butler robot deteriorated into a single-function chef robot, while Hera buried herself in the lab cabin, engrossed in researching every aspect of the insects.

If not for Yang Ming’s arrival, Hera wouldn’t have realized that three days had passed; she would have only thought she had taken two or three naps.

Yang Ming hadn’t expected that he would have a day of doing housework.

By the time he finally tidied up the living room, Hera, who had just taken off her protective gear, appeared before Yang Ming.

She was barefoot, her petite body had a quite perfect proportion. At this moment, her long hair was casually tied behind her head, her fair little face had a hint of fatigue, and her high nose and bright eyes added a rare sense of beauty.

She was only wearing snug-fitting clothes, her deep cleavage repeatedly illustrating the accuracy of gravity.

“Hmm?”

Hera was looking directly at Yang Ming, “Your gaze is somewhat undisguised, gentleman.”

“Ahem,” Yang Ming calmly retracted his gaze, “Was the experiment going well?”

Hera’s mouth cornered down slightly, “You don’t actually need to change the subject. I don’t mind you, and I’ve had a few boyfriends before, so I’m quite open about these things.”

Yang Ming immediately showed a bit of a smile.

If he went along with Hera’s line of thinking, wouldn’t that mean today might…

Buzz, buzz!

Yang Ming’s watch vibrated a few times, and Lyu’s voice rang out directly,

“Boss, I just intercepted two foreign encrypted messages from the CIA using our pre-deployed sample network, and the situation is a bit urgent.”

Yang Ming’s forehead was lined with a black mark.

Hera frowned, asking, “CIA? The New Federation’s CIA?”

“Yes,” Yang Ming suddenly lost interest, “Want to take a look together?”

Hera froze for a moment.

She was noticeably hesitant, “No, that’s not my job.”