Emperor Star.
Yang Ming gazed at the planet outside the porthole, his eyes slightly distant.
When he first came here, he marveled at the imaginative appearance of this modular planet, and the distant Constant Star that it 'enslaved' seemed so dim.
Later, due to his first failure in confronting the core power of the Empire, he was forced to use some underhanded tactics to distance himself from the circle of Emperor Star.
Now he was back.
Beside him was still the Princess who was chosen back then; this time, there was no longer any coercion or oppression, and he had a bit more confidence to have a friendly conversation with the hosts here.
"What are you looking at?"
Daphne asked gently.
Yang Ming raised his head slightly: "Don't you think this planet is eerie?"
"Eerie?"
Daphne laughed, and in front of the guards and maids, wrapped her arm around Yang Ming's, softly saying:
