Outside the Imperial Palace, there were no reporters.
This left Yang Ming, who had prepared for a show, feeling deeply regretful after stepping out.
— This is Emperor Star, except for pre-arranged moments, there are few reporters who can get close to the palace module.
A stretch hovercar slowly approached; the door to the backseat opened, and Princess Daphne turned her head towards the door, giving Yang Ming a slight nod.
Yang Ming squeezed out an unattractive smile, gestured his thanks, and declined the kindness of Princess Daphne. He then took a few steps forward, unfolded a red membrane, and flew directly towards the hotel where he'd previously stayed.
Princess Daphne slightly frowned, "Can't Emperor Star legislate against humans flying around at will?"
The driving maid could only blink awkwardly and comfort the Princess: "The parents of Lord Earl are still in danger, so the Earl must be worried... Your Highness, where shall we go next?"
