Making a Move

Making a Move. "How did the blind date go?" After another flurry of movement and a long stretch of silence, the Princess finally asked lazily.

"Same old. The Old Ancestor gave the order, so I had to show up." The Princess really had an incredible figure, her skin delicate and smooth. The Flying Car's seats were not particularly spacious either, so the two were pressed close together.

Yang Bo felt her warmth and softness. The Princess was no weakling either—she was A-Class. That was perfectly normal; the royal family's resources were beyond comparison.

Besides, anyone sent out to handle matters for the Emperor had to be among the best.

"What kind of person do you plan to marry?" The Princess did not bring up taking things further with Yang Bo.

There was a natural divide between the royal family and the Great Nobles.

They relied on one another, yet they were also in conflict with one another.

The royal family feared that the Great Nobles would overthrow them and claim the throne for themselves, while the Great Nobles feared that the Emperor would strip them of their family fortunes.

Of course, the Great Nobles had their own conflicts among themselves, conflicts with a long history.

In the early days, the imperial family had not been fixed. The Great Nobles competed for it; whoever had the strength could drive the reigning Emperor from the throne and take it for themselves.

All that could be said was that this royal family had been lucky. They had happened to rise during the great era of interstellar expansion, when internal struggles and conflicts were not as severe as before.

"I'll just find someone."

"Hehe, with your reputation, all you can do is just find someone. I never expected you to be that fierce. Yesterday,