The Old Emperor was gently embracing Emilia.
Those skillful, aged hands were softly patting Emilia's back; his old eyes were full of tender care, and the words he spoke were gentle and soft:
"Edwan really does have to be a bit busier now, he's my most outstanding son, taking on some rather important work. Our family is currently facing some challenges, though not too serious.
"Oh, my daughter, you should understand him."
This thing, is it really an Intelligent Machine?
Yang Ming, standing to the side with his head bowed in a gesture of respect, felt slightly uneasy in his heart.
It was not that he feared the Old Emperor.
At this distance, Yang Ming thought that if he wanted to dismantle this thing, he'd only need a second or two.
He was purely creeped out by the situation.
An emperor of a country.
Ruling over six Administrative Stars, over a hundred Resource Stars, with billions of citizens under his command.
