Yang Ming closed the door and couldn't help but chuckle.

Hmm, his security detail members always wearing various maid outfits was a bit unserious; later they'd be given some uniforms, perhaps magical girl warrior outfits, female Ultraman suits, or Spider-Woman costumes, to truly highlight a completely different vibe.

Daphne snorted, her pretty face visibly turning a bit cold, crossing her arms as she stared at Yang Ming.

"You're really not going to do anything to me?"

Yang Ming picked at his nose: "Haven't you also done nothing to me?"

Daphne snorted: "Shouldn't it be the man's role to lead? Especially someone as experienced in relationships and gender dynamics as you."

"Oh, my heavens," Yang Ming spread his hands and shrugged, "The civilization level inside the Empire is averaging 2.6 now, how are you still holding such outdated notions? We're equals, Daphne. If you need something, you should tell me and wait for my consent before making a move!"

Daphne almost fainted with anger.

She glared hard at Yang Ming, then looked aside, slightly biting her lip and taking a gentle breath.

"I know you're still resisting me, I won't force you to do anything, we're just getting what we need from each other.

"I'm going to perform at another concert tomorrow, a tour that'll last about a month, send a few subordinates to follow me."

Yang Ming laughed: "Do you need a bodyguard?"

"I just want to put your mind at ease," Daphne said calmly, "this aligns with your character. If we were to get involved, your possessiveness and dominance would lead you to make such a choice. Of course, you can understand it as me reporting back to the grand-uncle in this way."

Yang Ming nodded with a smile: "To be honest, your scent is far more appealing than that of your aunt."

Yang Ming stuffed his hands into his pockets, slowly stepping forward, walking right up to Daphne.

He slightly lowered his head.

From Daphne's slightly stiff neck, he could see she was somewhat nervous.

Yang Ming gently sniffed beside her ear, whispered: "I'm not actually resisting you; it's just that if you want to win me over, you'll have to put in more effort. I'm quite sought after in the Imperial social circle."

"Hmph, you talk like... Uh!"

Daphne instinctively widened her eyes, looking at the face right in front of her.

Her tongue felt the dominance and arrogance of the man in front of her, a fiery heat inexplicably swirling in her mind, making it nearly impossible to think about even simple matters, instinctively choosing to close her eyes.

Yang Ming suddenly took a half step back, she instinctively raised her hand, but it quickly fell.

"That's your reward."

Yang Ming said with a smile: "You can stay a bit longer with me."

Daphne lowered her head, looked aside, bit her lip, and headed towards a nearby lounge.

Before walking through the door, she glanced back at Yang Ming, her expression very complicated, softly asking: "Do you really look down on me?"

Yang Ming, who had already picked up a document, didn't look up and laughed: "Don't overthink it, you're a very charming girl—beautiful and gentle, an ideal type for any man, but I don't particularly like those with a scheming nature."

"If I'm not shrewd, could I survive in the Imperial Palace?"

Daphne didn't know why she spoke with a hint of reproach.

She turned and entered the lounge, beginning to adjust her demeanor, needing to appear tired when she went out, performing for her maids.

...

Meanwhile, at Dark Star No.3 Base.

Hera looked at Little Lyu in front of her, her expression slightly amused.

She softly asked: "So, he doesn't want to see me now?"

"Of course not," Lyu immediately explained, "the boss can't disengage right now. You aren't very focused on what's happening outside; the boss is currently at odds with the Sherman Empire, we're conducting a complex operation to overthrow the Empire."

"Overthrow the Empire?" Hera was taken aback, "Just with us?"

"Yes, with us."

Lyu earnestly added:

"What we need now is time, so the boss is effectively acting as a hostage operating within the Empire, becoming a pawn in the eyes of the true power-holders of the Sherman Empire, while he seeks out wounds within the Empire's rule...

"It's quite complex, requiring fairly arduous struggles and involves high-dimensional civilization, which is why the boss genuinely can't be here now."

Hera crossed her arms, bowed her head, contemplating: "Why would he choose this path? In my impression, Ming was quite a lazy guy; if I had the strength, he couldn't be bothered to move much."

Lyu squinted her eyes with a smile.

As for what Miss Hera was saying, it seemed a bit incomprehensible.

Lyu spoke softly: "The boss means this, he wants to know when the Great Queen might move against us, so we can make some preparations."

"That would require me to actively connect to the Insect Race network," Hera glanced at the rapidly passing shadows outside the cabin window, they were operating beyond the borders of the Sherman Empire, "I can't guarantee that if I reestablish contact with the Great Queen, she won't summon me back, and if I refuse, what consequences might arise."

Little Lyu tilted her head: "May I ask boldly, are you very important in the eyes of the Great Queen?"

"I'm an anomaly, their symbiotic microorganisms have formed a coexisting relationship with humans, and this represents a scientific breakthrough for them, although they don't have the concept of science; their cognitive processes and fundamental logic differ greatly from our carbon-based life forms."

Hera pondered as she walked, gently speaking:

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