Chapter 78 Emilia's Invitation
Yang Ming waited quietly for a few days, but the Third Prince's thugs did not show up.
In order to cooperate with the Third Prince's plan to 'teach him a lesson', Yang Ming made full use of his off-get off work time by repeatedly asking Miss Windsor out for shopping and dining.
The result was that before Yang Ming could even wait for the Third Prince's men, his intimacy with Windsor had skyrocketed.
They would hold hands and snuggle up to each other when walking on the street, and choose to sit on the same side when dining; as long as they look at each other for more than ten seconds, the woman's heartbeat would speed up and the man's imagination would run wild.
All signs indicate.
They can already start interacting more intimately.
Midnight, before going to bed.
Yang Ming sent the words "Good Dreams" to Windsor, closed his eyes with a smile, and then couldn't help but complain:
"The efficiency of the Third Prince is so slow. It has been three or four days. My promotion process is almost complete, but he has not made any move."
Ritsu's figure jumped out from the watch's dial.
"Boss, why don't we just wipe out the Third Prince's followers!"
"Don't be impatient. We want to enjoy the fun of fishing. In the fight between the princes, whoever strikes first will be passive."
Yang Ming turned his head and said, "I can sense that someone has been watching me these past few days. It could be the Third Prince, or it could be a New Federation agent. You need to pay more attention to this."
"Okay, boss. The new federal agent team has upgraded their encrypted communication system. Now I can intercept less and less information."
Lu expressed his concerns.
"The rebellion on the Fifth Administrative Planet is still going on. The military's response is as slow as ever. The Sherman Empire envoys have left, and I'm worried that the New Federation agents will make a comeback.
"The main guns of the three mechas in their hands can pose a certain threat to you, boss."
Yang Ming said calmly: "This tough battle will have to be fought sooner or later, don't worry about how the counterattack is going."
"Boss, I have already sold the Third Prince's detailed information to the New Federation agents anonymously. The New Federation agents have already started to approach the Third Prince. As long as the Third Prince cooperates with the New Federation, he will run into the iron wall of the Sherman Empire."
Lu muttered, "This may be the efficiency gap between a puppet country and a superpower."
“How much did you sell?”
"Three hundred thousand New Federation coins."
"Oh, the Third Prince's personal privacy is worth so much?" Yang Ming smacked his lips slightly.
Lu smiled smugly, "Hurry up and take a rest, boss. When you open your eyes, it will be another busy day."
After thinking carefully for a few minutes, Yang Ming called Edwan and said directly:
"It has been confirmed that the Third Prince is going to arrange for someone to deal with me. I will fight back appropriately."
"Hmm?" Edwan wondered, "How should my self-righteous brother deal with you?"
"It is said that he is going to break my legs in front of Miss Windsor," Yang Ming curled his lips slightly.
Edwang asked: "Do you need me to send some people to protect you?"
"It's enough to protect my uncle," Yang Ming said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll add some more people from Uncle Hatton's side," Edwan said in a deep voice, "Come over again tomorrow, Ming, there's something I want to discuss with someone."
"You were beaten so badly by me during the game the other day, and you want to get back at me?"
"Seriously, I swear," Adwant cursed fiercely, "If I play a game with you again, I will swallow a whole stick ball!"
…
clang!
At the batting practice field, the crisp sounds of hitting the ball echoed back and forth.
Yang Ming and the second prince continued to knock away the high-speed balls that were hitting them.
They weren't playing, just taking batting practice.
Miss Windsor stayed with the fourth princess Emilia, drinking afternoon tea brought by her maid.
"Ming, what do you want most now?" Edwang asked casually.
A complete system for planetary transformation.
Yang Ming really wanted to give this answer.
After deciding to implement the Dark Star Project, Yang Ming began to worry about the planetary transformation system.
This system is a general term for hundreds of large-scale devices that can operate automatically according to set programs and are used to transform planetary terrain, build bases, and survey and collect planetary minerals.
Of course, the sooner you prepare for this kind of thing, the better.
However, to obtain a complete planetary transformation system, not only does it require hundreds of millions of dollars, but it also requires finding a suitable seller.
(Kolev’s secret base is only the base part of the planetary transformation system, which also cost the old man tens of millions of New Federation coins.)
Edwan turned his head and looked at him, wondering, "Is it so difficult to answer?"
Whoosh! A high-speed ball passed by Edwan's ear, and he was so scared that he quickly turned off the projector.
Yang Ming muttered, "I'm thinking about something that's easy to cash in. I'm short of money right now."
"You are so vulgar," Edwang scolded with a smile, "You at least talk about a noble title. Haven't you already started making money with the chemical factory?"
"That little money is not enough to support my ideals," Yang Ming sighed softly, hung the hockey on the rack beside him, and slowly took off his gloves. "Don't you want to discuss something? What do you want to discuss?"
Adwan glanced at Windsor and Emilia, and whispered, "I got the news that my father intends to arrange a marriage for me, like my elder brother, to marry a noblewoman from the Sherman Empire."
"Wow."
Yang Ming blinked and felt as if little green grasses were popping out of Edwang's neat hairstyle.
"Are you going to be trained as the crown prince?"
"That's weird, isn't it?"
Edwin frowned and said:
"I was just a marginal figure before . Just because I expressed my strong inclination towards the Sherman Empire in the last meeting? The change in my father's attitude is too great."
Yang Ming thought for a moment and said sincerely, "I have to give you some advice, my highness."
"You speak."
"What you need to do is to stand firmly on the side of the Sherman Empire," Yang Ming said. "At this stage, or in the next ten years, this goal must not change. You have to fight against the New Federal agents and fight them to the end. You also have to learn to cry poor to the Sherman Empire occasionally, ask for help, and request less silver."
Edwan frowned and thought: "I understand what you said, but...tsk, this tastes quite unpleasant."
"We can only be patient," Yang Ming chuckled. "Since you can't refuse this marriage, why don't you ask your father to choose a Sherman noble who is as young and good-looking as possible for you? At least you can still get some happiness."
Adwant shook his hands vigorously and uttered a few royal swear words through his teeth.
Yang Ming was laughing beside him.
"Second brother! I'm going back to the palace!"
Emilia's voice came from a distance.
Yang Ming and Edwang stopped talking, smiled at each other, and walked forward with their hands behind their backs in a very synchronized manner.
Miss Windsor smiled and said, "Although it may be a bit rude to ask this, I am still curious... Do men have endless topics to talk about?"
"Hahaha," Edwang hugged Yang Ming's neck affectionately, "This is my stress-relieving minister."
Yang Ming pushed the guy away with a look of disgust: "We are just talking about politics and economics, as well as stickball skills. No man can refuse such a topic."
"Indeed," Windsor's pretty face was full of deep approval, "My father is almost the same."
Emilia whispered, "Well... tomorrow is my birthday, Luo Fengli. Can you two come to the palace to attend my little party? It won't be very large, only a dozen people, and it's private. My second brother will come too, right?"
"Hey! Emilia!" Adwan reminded, "You just had your birthday two months ago."
"That's the birthday of the Milky Way calendar. To be more precise, it's the birthday of the Sherman Empire's Imperial Star Calendar," Emilia raised her little face, "Forcing one's own calendar on civilizations in different star systems is essentially a cultural invasion. The calendar of our Fallen Wind Empire should have been determined by the orbit of the planet Elando."
"Okay, I can't argue with you," Adwant frowned, "but the situation is rather chaotic right now. We are the latest arena for the New Federation and Sherman to wrestle. You can say these things to me, understand?"
"All right."
Emilia was concerned about the corners of her mouth.
The little princess was obviously a little depressed.
Yang Ming smiled and asked, "Is it okay not to take the gift? You know, Princess, I am just a poor officer."
"Sister Windsor doesn't have to use it, but you must prepare one!" Emilia warned, "You blackmailed me before."
Windsor's eyes showed some curiosity: "Blackmail?"
"She slandered me!"
Yang Ming glared at Emilia and said, "Don't talk nonsense, kid. You took the initiative to ask for the money to save you. I just accepted your thank you gift reluctantly based on the principle of making as much money as possible."
Emilia rolled her eyes, but didn't continue to ruin Yang Ming's plan.
She knew that her second brother was very dependent on Yang Ming, and Miss Windsor and Yang Ming were in a passionate love relationship, so she had to give Yang Ming some face.
Emilia held up a projection screen:
"I want the cake from this shop! You have to deliver it to me! The largest size!"
"Oh, tens of thousands of Fallen Wind coins for a cake? They could have just robbed us, but instead they gave us a bunch of edible chemical additives."
"Tens of thousands of Luofeng coins are only equivalent to more than a thousand New Federation coins! Can't you be a little more generous in front of Miss Windsor?"
"Of course, I can buy her a gift with the salary I save, so why would she mind?"
Windsor smiled as he watched Yang Ming and Princess Emilia bickering while choosing birthday cakes, especially Yang Ming's tone which was obviously coaxing a child...
Such a princess is quite cute.
However, at noon the next day, when Yang Ming went out of the palace to buy a cake, picked up Windsor, and drove the "monster" back to the palace, Edwang took the initiative to send a video call.
Windsor, who was sitting on the passenger seat, immediately bowed his head and saluted, and Edwan also nodded with a smile.
"Ming, please tell Emilia that I won't be going over tonight."
"Why?" Yang Ming wondered, "Didn't you agree yesterday?"
"I thought about it, if it was a formal birthday party, I would definitely go."
Edwang hummed a few times and explained:
“But it’s a private gathering in the name of Emilia’s relatives and friends, and she didn’t invite the other two brothers, so it’s best for me not to show up.
"She is our father's favorite child, and she also represents a political asset. I don't want to involve her in the competition between the three of us, and use her as a bargaining chip, whether actively or passively."
Yang Ming and Windsor looked at each other, and the latter couldn't help but say, "Emilia will be sad, Second Prince, she depends on you a lot."
"I know, but... this is for her own good," Edwan responded somewhat depressedly.
Yang Ming said: "I will explain it to her if she is willing to listen."
"She will, she's a hundred times smarter than me," said Adwant, and hung up the communication.
Windsor couldn't help but whispered: "In this respect, the Second Prince is much better than the Third Prince."
"Let's not discuss this among ourselves, Windsor," Yang Ming said seriously.
Windsor raised her hand to tidy up her slightly curled hair and smiled gently at Yang Ming.
…
This was the first time that Yang Ming entered the palace as a guest.
He wore an ordinary suit and deliberately chose the 15th palace gate where the 4th battalion was on duty. In front of his teammates, he let Windsor hold his arm.
A group of officers and non-commissioned officers from the Fourth Battalion had green light in their eyes.
The fourth princess' residence was right next to Princess Dana's bedroom. When Yang Ming appeared with a cake, Emilia, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, laughed like a silver bell.
But when Yang Ming mentioned that Edwang had an emergency meeting and couldn't come, the little princess's expression instantly fell.
"Really? Is he even busier than our father?"
"That can't be said," Yang Ming explained in a gentle voice, "Those despicable agents of the New Federation have become active again. Second Prince needs to plan and control to minimize the negative impact of these agents and protect our citizens."
"But……"
Emilia's eyes were a little red, and she slightly cared about the corners of her mouth.
Suddenly, an old man's voice came from behind Yang Ming: "Let me see who has offended my little princess."
Windsor was stunned for a moment, but Yang Ming immediately pulled her back two steps and bowed towards the door.
Emperor Omnic!