Chapter 353: Qualified Heir to the Throne
The prince, second in line to the throne of the empire.
In the silent hall, Yang Ming suddenly thought of a question.
The emperors of the Sherman Empire all chose mediocre, incompetent and unambitious princes. Does the order of succession also follow this rule?
If this rule is followed, then Yang Ming can fully understand why a prince who is very likely to inherit the throne would engage in such a third-rate action that obviously gives others an advantage.
That's a big stupid heir!
Boss Yang's thoughts suddenly became clear.
Daphne spoke up, "Memory scans cannot be used as evidence. This is a universal rule in the galaxy. Discussions in the subconscious are likely fantasies."
Yang Ming ignored her.
Daphne took the initiative to walk forward and looked down at Yang Ming: "Can we talk in private?"
"Your Highness, Princess, don't you care about your reputation anymore?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.
"This is my plea," Daphne whispered with a bit of pleading in her eyes. Her pitiful look made Grace, who was just watching, feel a little bit of pity.
Only White Ghost can withstand the lethality of this Imperial Diva. ——The vice president of the Galaxy Supporters Club of White Ghost thought so.
"bring it on."
Yang Ming stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
Daphne glanced at the two old men, nodded slightly, lowered her head and followed Yang Ming to the tea room nearby.
Two maids stood guard at the door and activated the shielding device for the inside.
"Sit down," Yang Ming pointed to the seat across the table, but Daphne lowered her head and walked to Yang Ming's side, folded her hands on her thighs, and sat down in an elegant posture.
Yang Ming looked at her and then looked away.
Are you kidding? Boss Yang has no shortage of women, so how could he be deceived by this woman who looks kind and innocent on the surface but might actually be very sinister.
Daphne suddenly asked, "Will it benefit you to mess up the empire?"
"Oh, Princess, your words are really destructive."
Yang Ming exaggeratedly sighed:
"I'm going to mess up the empire? Why would I want to mess up the empire? What good would it do me?
"I now have a territory and a noble title. All I have to do is wait a year or two. If the space Zerg enter an active period, I will have a second spring in my career.
"I just dislike those nobles, those nobles who think the lives of common people are less valuable than ants. They are also targeting me. This is just a conflict between me and the nobles.
"But I didn't expect that your brother, who was supposed to be living a peaceful life on the Imperial Star, would actually be involved in this incident."
Daphne bit her lip gently. "What we mean is that you should not associate this matter with the heir to the throne. If you continue to insist on doing so, it will no longer just affect the interests of the noble class."
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly: "What I am touching is the interests of the Sherman family?"
"I have to explain this to you. You are a smart man, smarter than I thought."
Daphne whispered:
"I'm not begging you, I want to cooperate with you.
“I have always wanted to cooperate with you. You have the trust and reputation of the common people, and you also have extraordinary power. If we choose to cooperate, we will gain great influence in a very short period of time.
“My elders value this influence, and I will gain power and status that I never dared to imagine before.
"Now, I am formally inviting you. Do you want to cooperate?"
Yang Ming crossed his arms, leaned back in the expensive wooden chair, and frowned at Daphne: "I thought you were trying to conquer me because I ignored you last time."
“There are factors in this regard.”
Daphne raised her head slightly, as if she had become a different person, with a cold expression on her pretty face. She said:
"If I need to find a partner who can satisfy my desires, this partner should be the best among men, in all aspects."
Yang Ming sneered: "You are too conceited, Daphne. From the moment you decided to become the Empire's Diva, I knew that you had ambitions that were totally incompatible with your current status."
"Why can't I?" Daphne asked softly.
"Yes, why can't you?"
Yang Ming looked into her eyes and said slowly:
"Because you are too smart, Daphne. Your elders, the elite collective of the Sherman family, are all from your age group. Your family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. They can see through your mind at a glance. If you fight with them on the path they have walked, the final result can only be bruises all over your body.
"If you become the emperor of the empire, will you be willing to accept the control of your family elders?
"No way Daphne, there's no way you can go up there."
Daphne nodded slightly. "But now I see a little possibility of success. Do you want to cooperate? This is the first and last time I ask you."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Show some sincerity first."
“I can tell you clearly that I had received news that they would take action before I came here.
"I really hope that something bad will happen to my competitor, so I didn't try to stop them. My costume is equipped with a high-performance shield generator. This is an extremely despicable act, I must admit, because I am also using the lives of civilians as my political bargaining chip. I plan to use the image of a victim to launch a counterattack against the brother within the family, and he will lose his position as the heir.
"But now, I can't do that. I have to prioritize completing the orders they give me in order to get more support from them."
Daphne said:
“Is this sincerity enough?”
"Not enough," Yang Ming said, "I can probably guess it."
"What do you want?"
"Your leverage," Yang Ming said sincerely, "I need to hold your leverage, so that I can feel at ease... to be more precise, I can feel partly at ease."
He indicated a very narrow area with two fingers.
Daphne said: "Since it is a collaboration, we should have each other's leverage."
Yang Ming asked: "What do you want?"
"Your ancient technological warship technology, and the network technology team behind you," Daphne said softly, "besides that, is there anything else you can do that can make me feel valuable?"
Yang Ming couldn't help but laugh: "Then what can you give me?"
"everything."
Daphne spoke softly, she stood up, took two steps towards Yang Ming, sat sideways on Yang Ming's legs, her soft and white hands, as if made of pearl, gently rested on Yang Ming's shoulders, her eyes fixed on Yang Ming's pupils.
She whispered:
"I need a partner. I want half of everything I can get from you. I will be loyal to marriage and love. Self-degradation is not the life I want.
"Now, you just need to help me calm down public opinion and let my brother go, and we will have reached this contract.
"Hanton, I can give you everything and anything you want. We can have love, power and self-worth.
"I have dropped all my disguises. Let's be more trusting of each other, okay?"
As she spoke, she slowly moved closer, gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her breathing became very light.
A whiff of the sweet fragrance of a lover penetrated Yang Ming's nostrils, as if a gentle hand was caressing his soul and spirit.
Pop.
Daphne felt a pain on her face, and then she felt a pair of large hands like iron hoops holding her waist, and she was lifted up and placed directly on the table.
She looked at the man in front of her in some surprise, and subconsciously covered her right cheek which had just been hit lightly.
Is the look of disgust on this man's face serious?
"Your Highness, aren't you making too much noise with your calculations?"
Yang Ming took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from her, and frowned:
"Let me listen to you, let me be your helper, let me hand over my technical team and ancient technological warships, let my reputation be transformed into your influence, and then, you want to invade my pure and beautiful body.
"So you're the one taking advantage of me?
"Is this all your sincerity?
"Don't tell me that deep down you still believe that men are strong and women are weak. We are all equal. The Imperial Civil Code stipulates that when two people interact happily, both sides must exert their strength. You..."
Yang Ming sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"I thought you were going to tell me that we could do something big together and bring down your brother, but this is what happened.
"Goodbye. Don't talk about cooperation next time. I am quite satisfied with the current situation. They are just a few stupid nobles. I have plenty of ways to deal with them."
With a light snort, Yang Ming put his hands in his pockets, turned around, opened the door, and walked directly out of the electromagnetic shielding film.
Daphne sat on the table in a daze .
The face that was hit felt a little painful.
…
Seeing Yang Ming coming out, the people in the room all showed confused expressions.
Grace thought Yang Ming would be in there for an hour or two, but she didn't expect it to be over so quickly. She smiled and moved closer to Yang Ming, muttering, "You can't do this, idol."
"Stop imagining things. Her Royal Highness the Princess is discussing the case with me."
Yang Ming slowly sat back in his seat, crossed his legs, and stretched out his hand to the side. 026, who was wearing a tube top and a short skirt, immediately stepped forward and delivered the latest e-newsletter.
Both Gris and Revell were subconsciously attracted by the gravity field of 026, but they quickly looked away.
White Ghost's personal assistant is indeed unusual.
Grace asked, "So what's the situation now? My boss is asking again whether you want to step up and help deal with public opinion."
“I am a victim. Should victims stand up to calm public opinion?”
Yang Ming frowned and asked back:
"Tell your boss not to go too far. I dare to stroll over to the Skywrath Fortress."
"Okay , then I'll reply that you're in a very bad mood and don't want to deal with these troubles."
Revil pondered for a few seconds, walked behind Yang Ming, lowered his head and whispered in Yang Ming's ear: "Idol..."
"No," Gris frowned and said, "You have to learn how to address me, too."
"I feel this is very appropriate," Revil's sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, and then continued to talk about business, "Although my suggestion may sound a bit harsh, I still want to say that we might as well end this matter with those nobles who committed suicide. The successor to the throne is different from those princes. We are directly confronting the imperial power and the Sherman family."
"Don't mention us, it's me, not you."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
"Don't get involved in this matter. If anything happens to me this time, or if Sakaar suffers a blow, just help me take in the people here."
Revil said, "This is not a big deal. It's just 10 million people. My private fleet can move them there a few times. I can also give them the same treatment as the people in my territory. You... by doing this, am I giving you a way out and making you more determined to confront them?"
"Yes, but I can express my gratitude to you."
Revill immediately smiled: "This gratitude will be the best gift in my life so far. I will help you."
Gris frowned slightly.
My goodness, this youngest earl in the empire with a promising future, is he so lickable?
Personal worship is indeed unacceptable.
He was different. He showed great respect to White Ghost mainly because of the tens of millions of membership fees and the continuous salary of vice president.
"I have two guest rooms upstairs," Yang Ming said with a smile, "You two can go to sleep if you are tired. I will continue to wait for news here."
The old man at the side asked: "Earl Hanton, Her Royal Highness Daphne?"
“She’s thinking about life.”
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, Daphne walked out of the reception room with a faint smile on her lips, and sat on the sofa opposite Yang Ming as if nothing had happened.
She glanced at Yang Ming, then lowered her head to look at the network access terminal.
Time moves slowly forward on the scale created by human civilization.
The New Federation CIA has entered rampage mode, causing tsunamis and landslides on the Internet throughout the empire, using aristocratic bombardment incidents and hundreds of classic cases of aristocrats humiliating civilians involving most administrative planets, tearing apart the delicate and fragile self-esteem of the people of the empire.
The Imperial Military Intelligence Agency and the Council of Elders have begun shutting down some servers and cutting off networks between planets.
The effect of this move was completely negative, and it became direct proof of the imperial officials' guilty conscience.
The CIA has infiltrated the empire for hundreds of years. Now that they have seized the opportunity, they have captured many hidden intelligence agents and spies.
The people are led;
The people are thinking;
The people are constantly waiting, like the boiling magma under the earth's crust looking for a gap to flow upwards. The people's accumulated anger is looking for a way to vent.
Some people began to call on the White Ghost to stand up and seek justice for the common people.
Yang Ming remained silent, turning a deaf ear to the increasing calls.
Because the empire's territory is too large, the time zones of the main human gathering areas on each administrative planet are different. The late night in the main cities of Saka is the daytime in the prosperous areas of many planets.
The demonstrations intensified, and the clashes between the public and the local security forces became more intense.
Yang Ming kept receiving messages from Lu.
The New Federation CIA has mobilized almost all forces within the Empire. At the same time, the intelligence departments of the leading powers in the galaxy, such as the Guel Alliance and the Free United States, are operating at full speed. Some teams with abnormal behavior have appeared in all major cities in the Empire.
The tsunami of public opinion has arrived.
There is still no sign of the empire's entire defense system being activated.
There are only a few ways left to calm public opinion.
Or, the emperor would make a public speech and severely punish the mastermind behind the incident.
Or, the white ghost will step forward and find a way to vent public grievances.
In the palace.
The old emperor smiled as he looked at his son who was standing with his head bowed before him, and asked slowly, "Gehari, did you do this?"
The second heir to the throne, Prince Gehari, who lived in the palace all year round and had the right to enter and leave the imperial star at will - this middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to the old emperor, had a few hesitations in his eyes and whispered:
"Father, please believe me. I would never attack Daphne. She is my little sister who grew up under my watch."
The old emperor closed his eyes, took a breath, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He suddenly waved his hand in annoyance and said calmly: "In that case, I'll give you a task. Go pick up Daphne. It's a bit chaotic outside the Imperial Star right now. Don't let her get scared."
"Yes, father."
Gehari seemed to be hesitant to speak.
To pick up Daphne, that means we are going to Sakaar.
He looked up and saw the sneer on his father's lips.
At this moment, Gehari didn't think too much. He lowered his head, took two steps back, turned around and left quickly.
"Why did I give birth to such a fool?" the old emperor asked with a frown.
The maids beside him all lowered their heads, not knowing how to answer.
