"Some places you can go, some you cannot, you must think carefully."
Yang Ming looked up at the great hall in the distance, which resembled a temple from Ancient Greece, with orange-yellow lights flickering inside.
Yang Ming asked, "I saw on the news about a Princess Luna; does she live near the Imperial Palace, or on the surface level?"
"Princess Luna? She seldom returns to Emperor Star, her residence is on the surface level," the guide on the left chuckled, "Princess Luna has passed her frivolous years; she is an outstanding diplomat and often represents the Empire in vassal states."
The guide on the right lowered his voice, "I heard that Princess Luna is quite popular with several princes from vassal states; perhaps there is some innovation in their dealings."
The two middle-aged men exchanged a glance, each revealing a meaningful smile.
Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.
He mourned for Edwan for a few seconds.
