"Alright, boss, don't worry too much, the Emperor might be using you, but you still hold significant value to him."
"Get a few more hot searches for the White Ghost within the Empire territory soon."
"Understood."
...
After spending a few days in the small country of Po Suo, Mimili returned to the East Wind, still wanting more.
"Uncle! You actually really kept a Valkyrie!"
"What do you mean 'kept,'" Yang Ming slumped in his chair, "it's clearly support."
"Haha!"
Mimili laughed heartily and bounced across to the seat next to Yang Ming, curling up her slender and beautiful long legs, her facial makeup still quite intricate.
She glanced at the spacious and empty bridge and suddenly said, "Uncle, want to try it?"
"Cough, cough!"
Yang Ming coughed violently, then frowned at Mimili.
The latter was nonchalant, "It's not a big deal. The core of interstellar culture is to be unrestrained. Do you really care about those old-fashioned and useless so-called rites?"
