He walked with determined steps, an otherwise ordinary figure that appeared slightly larger beneath the loose robe.

The Emperor came to a stop before the two steps, with only a meter between him and Yang Ming.

Two maids followed closely, while another approached with trays in hand, subtly cornering Yang Ming.

Yang Ming chuckled inwardly.

If he truly intended to attack the Old Emperor, these biological energy responses, which were not even as good as Catherine's younger sister, could never stop him.

The Emperor picked up a medal from the tray, waved to Yang Ming,

"Come here, Hanton, don't be shy."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yang Ming lowered his head and took a step up the steps, slightly raising his head.

From this angle, he indeed felt the Old Emperor's kindness, the warmth, and goodwill in the Old Emperor's smile.

The Emperor pinned the medal onto Yang Ming's chest.

Elders, ministers, and generals beside them began to clap gently.

"What I can give you is honor, not praise. Praise is something you earn through strength and action," the Emperor said warmly. "You deserve this highest Emperor Star Medal, you're my pride, child."

Before Yang Ming could respond, the Emperor opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

That feeling... as if Dong Zhuo embraced Lyu Bu.

Yang Ming said slightly excitedly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The photography ball emitted a shutdown prompt sound.

The Emperor released Yang Ming, squinted with a smile, and patted Yang Ming's shoulder, "A very fine young man."

Then the Emperor turned and walked back to his throne. Several ministers cast kind glances at Yang Ming, and Elder Pison signaled Yang Ming to follow him, taking a few steps aside to stand below the steps.

Was that it, over?

The Emperor leaned lazily on the throne and frowned, "How was my acting just now?"

An elder with snow-white hair immediately chuckled and said, "Perfectly, my great Majesty!"

"Mm, the people like this, so we'll show this to the people, enjoy it with the people."

The Emperor made a gesture, his gaze swept over Yang Ming. Two maids came over, kneeling at the Emperor's leg, helping the Emperor to remove the elegant boots.

Yang Ming: ...

Damn!

He was just a tiny bit moved!

The Emperor asked, "How are the negotiations going?"

"Your Majesty, the New Federation has been utterly crushed by our invincible fleet, the negotiations are going smoothly," a Military Department dignitary quickly reported, "However, the opposing president refuses to come before you to offer the surrender document, we are exerting pressure on them."

The Emperor said indifferently, "Aren't they grateful for my pardon?"

"This..."

The Great Elder chuckled, "Their people are naturally grateful, Your Majesty, but in this matter, those hypocritical show-off politicians always put their personal interests before the national interest, refusing to bow for their political fate is quite their normal mindset."

"We have already reached their Head Star," the Emperor smiled, "What's important is the sense of ceremony, this sense of ceremony ensures we are the true victors, rather than let them rant on the internet later."

The Military Department dignitary whispered, "Your Majesty, perhaps we can destroy a part of the New Federation's forces further."

"I have already ordered to let them go."

The Emperor looked at the old general, "Do you want the Emperor of the Empire to go back on his word?"

"No, great Majesty, I just think... we might expand some of the war results, the New Federation will surely harbor hatred toward us..."

The old general continued to elaborate on the necessity of wiping out more of New Federation's living forces.

Yang Ming carefully listened, by the while also appreciating those 'styling artists'.

Those girls were indeed quite something.

Soon, Yang Ming noticed something unusual. He saw many similarities in the seven or eight girls.

His sensitivity to biological senses was already very keen, and these seven or eight girls gave him a feeling as if they were... the same person.

Clone technology?

Goodness, the Night Emperor actually used the absolutely banned human cloning technology for his own pleasure, wasn't just interstellar rumor?

"That young man... Hanton! Yes, Hanton!"

The Emperor suddenly spoke, summoning, Yang Ming immediately turned around, looking up at the Old Emperor.

"There's going to be a celebration banquet later, right on this ship, with not too many participants," the Old Emperor said with a smile, "You should stay, I find you quite interesting."

Yang Ming nodded with a smile.

He couldn't refuse anyway, as this old man held the power of life and death for everyone in the Empire.

But Yang Ming did not expect to witness, one day, the decline of the Empire's most powerful noble group.

However, what did he have to complain about?

They brought him along to the 'hard party'.

...

In the softly lit hall, beautiful men and women walked everywhere.

The ministers and generals weren't here; the few elders had reached such an old age that they were just eating and drinking in the corner by the Emperor, casually talking about some official matters.

A few princes favored by the Old Emperor were surrounded by beautiful women, occasionally engaging in some romantic scenes.

When biological entities engaged in deep interaction, the naturally appearing semi-transparent shield device became the final fig leaf.

The Old Emperor squinted with a smile looking at the scene below, he loved this scene.

Pursuit of desire, biological instinct, self-indulgence.

The melodious tune flowed like water everywhere, the pleasure bombing numb spirits.

Yang Ming sat a little constrained in a more backward position.

Where could he have seen this kind of scene?

Swoosh, a projection screen appeared beside Yang Ming's side, showing the Old Emperor's seemingly slightly tipsy face.

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