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Instead of becoming Emperor himself, his goal was to cultivate and support an Emperor to rise to power. The current Emperor's health was relatively stable, and he had yet to designate a Crown Prince; if he wished to secretly invest in a prince or princess, there was no clear target.

The Empire had specific rules regarding the royal family. No prince or princess was allowed to engage in internal state affairs; only certain royal members could represent the Empire diplomatically.

For instance, there was Princess Luna.

Yang Ming did not like this Luna, nor was he interested in investing in her.

"Lyu, find a way to investigate the princesses and princes of the royal family. First, eliminate those who appeared in front of the Emperor during the time when the Great Elder was forcing the throne."

Lyu's eyes lit up, "Alright, boss. Are you thinking of marrying a princess? That indeed is a shortcut."

"How could I sell my body and dignity," Yang Ming snorted, "Is it possible for an Empire princess to remain pure? Impossible. In that environment, everyone inevitably falls."

"Alright."

Yang Ming thought again of the princess from the Luofeng Empire.

That little one was quite nice, but she had grown up under his watch, truly like a niece or sister, without any of those kinds of thoughts.

If his own sister were a third as adorable and loving as Emilia, his motivation to save Earth would probably double.

"Who knows how those guys are doing now."

The hover car slowly decelerated.

Yang Ming looked out the window. In the opulent hotel lobby, two rows of hostesses in evening dresses waited quietly.

As the car door opened, several local officials immediately stepped forward to open the door for Yang Ming.

"Master Ghost!"

The two rows of hostesses bowed in unison, "Master!"

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

This was not because of any oversight on Lyu's part, but his lodgings had likely been leaked by the hotel. After all, checking in required real-name information.

"Everyone, quite a turnout."

Yang Ming said with a smile, then, in front of several officials, took out a communicator.

"Major General Qiulisha, bring a team over. There are a few officials here trying to bribe me. Investigate their backgrounds."

"Yes, Master! I'll be there right away!"

The faces of the few officials turned green.

"Stand here and don't move," Yang Ming said calmly, "If you take a step, I'll consider you fleeing to evade punishment. Stay put and cooperate with the investigation. As long as you're not associated with the local Great Nobles, I'll let them spare you."

"Master Ghost, please have mercy!"

"We just wanted to invite you for a meal, Master Ghost!"

"We really didn't mean to bribe you! We're good people, Master! We wanted to thank you for eliminating the scourge in our local area!"

"Master!"

Yang Ming waved his hand and nonchalantly strolled into the hotel lobby.

The hostesses, doormen, and several hotel managers viewed Yang Ming with a subtle change in their eyes.

This was the Empire's White Ghost.

...

New Federation, Minter City, secret council.

Senator Allison sat in a corner, looking at the dozens of elderly individuals gathered in this narrow room.

He knew he had successfully touched the true center of power in the New Federation.

Today's agenda was absolutely not to be disclosed.

Just as years ago, it was these people who decided to implement the bugging plan against the Empire. Today, they were to pass another resolution.

"On the development of clone corps and the new type of warship, the third resolution."

Here, a few words from these old people could cause political turbulence in a powerful nation like the Guel Alliance and could initiate revolutionary upheaval in some mid-sized countries.

"We will now proceed to vote. Those in favor of the resolution, raise your hands."

As the aged voice finished, over half the council members raised their right hands. Allison chose to go with the flow.

...

Free Federation, Head Star, within a certain ecological simulation park of the outer Space Port.

The gentle Fourth Pioneer smiled as he watched the screen in front of him. It displayed the intertwined bodies of several politicians and a dozen beautiful men and women.

He picked up the remote control and gently flicked it, continually changing the images.

The addiction agent, music and dance parties, gambling halls, live broadcasts of kidnappings, chain car accidents happening on the surface...

"Human nature is truly fragile."

The Fourth Pioneer whispered softly.

"The White Ghost is truly troublesome."

...

Guel Alliance, Head Star.

An old man sat quietly in front of a shop window, seemingly lost in memory or deep thought.

The tuxedo he wore was immaculate and spotless.

That laser gun pointed at him still provoked some nightmares.

He didn't know if this was good fortune or misfortune—his consciousness had revived once more, becoming a retired general of the Guel Alliance. This time, he had successfully seized the dominant position of his consciousness, accumulating his forces in silence.

He already possessed considerable prestige within the Guel Alliance.

Less ideal was the fact that he only had a dozen or so years of life left before this body would irreversibly decline.

A voice told him he wouldn't have a third chance.

Several military vehicles stopped behind him, and the old man shakily stood up, his eyes carrying some contemplation, pondering how to gain political influence.

...

Empire, flagship bridge of the Military Department's special task force.

Yang Ming stood quietly behind the main console, watching the course map ahead.

Catherine sat not far away, sipping coffee, with "The Emperor's Biography" already half-finished in her hands.

"Master, we can now proceed to the next planet."

"Everyone," Yang Ming said calmly, "We are entering the most pressured time. The nobles have rallied together to resist our enforcement, and it is not out of the question that we'll face a direct attack from the private armies of the nobles."

Major General Clion called out firmly, "Master! We are prepared to sacrifice for the Empire!"

"No need to worry," Yang Ming smiled, "The noble fleet doesn't have heavy ships. I can handle them myself. You all must remain flexible."

Major General Clion shrugged.

"Move forward."

"Yes!"

"All personnel in various areas, cease movements. The main fleet is about to jump."

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