"Hey, Yang Ming, are you okay?"
Inside the transport ship returning to Wind, only the two of them were left in the lounge.
Emilia, sitting on the edge of the table and gently swinging her slender legs, looked at Yang Ming in surprise as he unwrapped the bandages and splint from his arm.
Yang Ming calmly flexed his wrist and ankle, "With such a small scene, there’s no way I could get hurt."
"What exactly happened?" Emilia asked, her eyes sparkling.
Yang Ming summarized simply, "Just got into a fight... What about you? What did you do?"
"Same here, got into a fight with them," Emilia’s beautiful face was full of indignation.
"When I fought them, it was after careful consideration.
"The nobles of the Sherman Empire are a very awkward group. When you insult this class, they quickly band together, and regardless of reason, they want you to back down. This is their ridiculous sense of superiority and honor.
"There are also some sensitive factors in this matter; you know that reason, so we can use the Foreign Affairs Bureau to pressure the Earl of Mensa and then take the initiative through spreading the surveillance footage in a limited way.
"The best way to get you guys back is to have a fight without causing casualties. Whoever wins gets the advantage."
Emilia asked with bright eyes, "Did you guys win?"
"Uh-huh," Yang Ming opened a projection screen with his watch, displaying a series of flickering images.
More than forty wounded soldiers of the Wind Royal Guard Army followed behind Yang Ming, leaving behind enemies and allies writhing and wailing in pain, losing the ability to fight. They rushed directly to the top of the hill, kicked down the refined retro wooden fence wall of the Mensa Earl’s mansion, knocked down a group of unarmed guards rushing in, and headed towards the main building of the mansion.
Yang Ming smiled, "You can check online later; the Wind’s sixty warriors conquered the Mensa family’s mansion."
Arimia asked puzzled,
"The Sherman nobles regard honor as their life; how could they allow you to rush in?"
"They couldn’t win, the daily training of the Guard Army is about skirmishes and hand-to-hand combat."
"Then why didn’t they use weapons? How could you ensure that?"
"That’s the political part," Yang Ming said with a mysterious smile, "Your second brother contacted the Prince with whom we have shared interests, and the Imperial Treasury. I spread some news online, and to be safe, I also had my assistant hack into their mansion’s defense system... It’s only in network defense that the New Federation gives me a headache."
"Well," Emilia said, "but it’s still too risky, Mr. Hunter."
Yang Ming shrugged, took off the inner garment stained with the Mensa family’s bloody nose right in front of Emilia.
Emilia immediately turned her head to the side, "You’re being too rude!"
Yang Ming, not instinctively treating Emilia as a woman, calmly put on a new inner garment,
"And what about you? It’s not a good habit to stab people with a sword."
"I was also after careful consideration," Emilia pouted.
"Mom’s situation was too awkward."
Emilia glanced at the cabin door and found that the shielding device had unknowingly been activated before she continued,
"I couldn’t even understand why someone in the Earl of Mensa family, besides the current Earl, knew the secret that my mom works for the Foreign Affairs Bureau.
"That shameless scoundrel wanted to use this secret to force my mom to comply. Mom slapped him, and he started beating her.
"When I held the sword to his neck, as you taught me, I forced myself to think for a few seconds.
"It was I who used reason to make the judgment, ultimately choosing to warn them in this way."
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow.
Because of reason, to stab someone?
Emilia continued to explain,
"When I stabbed, I avoided his brain, heart, and lungs; such a non-critical penetrating wound wouldn’t be life-threatening, yet it would provide enough visual stimulation.
"The fact that Mom works for the Foreign Affairs Bureau has caused her tremendous pressure.
"If I hadn’t done so, Mom would have had to endure it silently, and the Mensa family would have made more unreasonable demands, and the possibility of Mom being abandoned by the Foreign Affairs Bureau would increase further.
"I had to let them know that behind Mom is me, the Princess of the Wind royal family."
Emilia gently bit her lower lip, her eyes incredibly determined,
"Only I can protect her."
If he didn’t know that when she was thirteen, she still needed the Living Officer to tell bedtime stories, Yang Ming might have looked at her in a new light.
"I can only say, you did think it through, but not thoroughly enough."
Yang Ming picked up a bottle of distilled water to moisten his throat and continued,
"There won’t be such situations again; your mother can now enjoy life peacefully in the Wind Palace. After this matter, we’ll provide her with reasonable excess protection.
"Many times, the Sherman Empire’s evaluation of Wind is completed through your mother."
"Mm," Emilia said, "Mom is on our side now; I can feel it."
Yet Yang Ming said, "But we must let the Foreign Affairs Bureau know that she still retains absolute loyalty. Your mother should handle this."
Emilia bowed her head in thought.
Yang Ming smiled, "Don’t worry too much, study hard, and learn more knowledge. There is one more thing you should pay attention to."
"Previously, to pressure the Earl of Mensa, I circulated the surveillance video of you kicking the door..."
Yang Ming looked a bit embarrassed,
"I didn’t expect there to be so many people in the Empire interested in this, especially since I later broadcasted the fight live. Additionally, some high officials in the Empire weren’t discreet with their mouths."