'Rely more on your mechanical brain.'

When the transport ship landed at the spaceport outside Emperor Star, Yang Ming suddenly remembered this phrase.

It was advice given to him by that old brother Faya, who was responsible for the Valkyrie project. Now it seemed... quite reasonable.

He almost fell into the trap.

Yang Ming closed his eyes, his mind had relaxed significantly, and the plan he developed with Lyu was circulating in his mind.

The intimidation from Director Eno indeed gave Yang Ming a sense of urgency, but in reality, at this stage, the intimidation shouldn't stand.

Just like supermodified people only undergo dimensional upgrade experiments at a certain age, before sacrificing themselves, they have to be exploited by the Empire for their value.

Right now, he still had utility for the Empire.

Of course, nothing can be absolute; you need to prepare in various ways to live longer.

The spaceport was right before him.

The task Yang Ming had to do was simple—delay.

Lyu needed time to make various arrangements. He had to delay for a while to avoid being seen with Daphne, preventing the marriage alliance from being hyped into a concrete topic; otherwise, he would fall into an absolute disadvantage.

Where should he go to spend some time next?

Major General Clion and Major General Qiulisha seemed to be resting at the spaceport of Emperor Star. Visiting their home might be nice.

Yang Ming glanced at his watch, which showed the current time.

Emperor Star time, 10:21 AM.

He had to delay at least until tonight; the task was quite challenging.

...

Did he fly away?

The Old Emperor raised an eyebrow when he heard the maid's report. Then, he clapped his hands and chuckled.

"Interesting, interesting, my Imperial Guard Knight is truly extraordinary. To be surrounded by reporters and think of this solution, simply flying away, haha."

The maid stood quietly by, not daring to laugh along.

The Old Emperor asked again, "Where did he go?"

"Earl Hanton borrowed an eighty-meter-class small transport ship from the military. He circled Emperor Star twice, looked at the starry sky outside the atmosphere, and is now returning toward the spaceport."

"What do you think he is afraid of?"

The Old Emperor puzzledly countered,

"Isn't this what he wants? My precious daughter, with beauty beyond compare, pure as ice and snow, matched with him, an Empire hero; aren't they a perfect couple?

"If he just cooperates a bit, confirms the romance with Daphne, wouldn't the rewards he receives naturally double later?

"This young man really baffles me."

The maid softly said, "Your Majesty, perhaps Earl Hanton cannot accept such a major event as marriage at the moment."

The Old Emperor squinted, smiling, "Did you take a bribe from him?"

The maid hurriedly kneeled, lowering her head, "Your Majesty, we would never dare to do such a thing. I am completely loyal to Your Majesty and would never show any favoritism to outsiders."

"Alright, stand up."

The Old Emperor waved his hand, seeming to be in a good mood.

He smiled,

"You don't understand Hanton. He is very arrogant, but of course, he has a reason to be arrogant.

"He always thinks that as long as he does his part, he will gain rewards. He never believes that the feedback mechanism in human society for effort and reward is either far less than one or far greater than one. If it were exactly one, the society would become stagnant.

"He always wants to take advantages without constraints; where's such a perfect deal?

"As long as he marries Daphne, I will give him all the power he wants. I hope this guy knows better."

A middle-aged maid asked, "Your Majesty, if Earl Hanton refuses your goodwill, should we take any coercive measures against him?"

The Old Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, his smile gradually faded.

"Don't worry, he won't be ignorant. I let my uncle handle this matter, just leaving some room.

"Empire hero.

"An Empire hero who cannot be used by me will ultimately only be a parasite to the Empire."

Several maids around had thoughts of their own, and no one dared to offer even half a word of advice on this matter.

Emperor Star time, 1:35 PM.

After lunch, the Emperor watched a comedy play and turned to ask, "How is Daphne doing?"

A maid immediately stepped forward, whispering in the Emperor's ear.

Daphne was resting in the hotel, with reporters waiting downstairs. However, they hadn't seen any trace of the Empire hero, the Earl. The drafts the reporters prepared couldn't be published without substantive content.

"Can't they just synthesize a few photos?" the Old Emperor frowned and asked.

The maid softly said, "Your Majesty, if the photos are synthesized, they can easily be exposed. Current scanning technology far surpasses synthesis technology."

"What a bother. What is Hanton doing?"

"Your Majesty, he is... having lunch at the military camp in Space Port No.3 and was invited to participate in the ball game competition this afternoon. The soldiers welcomed him warmly, and the atmosphere was lively."

The maid added,

"If news is created using synthesized photos at this time, it can easily be overturned by these witnesses, great Majesty."

The Old Emperor felt inexplicably annoyed, "This brat, leaving my daughter there, my poor Daphne... tell her, if she can't attract Hanton, she should return early. I can arrange another marriage for her."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid clearly heard the Old Emperor's displeasure.

If Princess Daphne obediently returned immediately, her future would undoubtedly be bleak.

A few minutes later, the maid hurriedly reported, "Your Majesty, Princess Daphne has already set off, heading to the military camp at Space Port No.3."

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