"Hello, welcome to Morning Dew Mansion."
The receptionist smiled at the female mechanical being before her.
"May I ask which Family Line you are a key member of?"
"Nightingale." Ruan Mei, beside the mechanical woman, answered:
"I am Ruan Mei, a senior executive of the Nightingale Family Line. We have some official business to attend to inside."
"Nightingale? Ruan Mei?" The receptionist froze, then looked toward the screen before her.
"I don't seem to remember anyone by that name. Please allow me to check..."
"No need." The mechanical woman stopped the receptionist's hand and politely said:
"Actually, Mr. Yan Huan told us to wait here."
"Mr. Yan Huan? Who's that?" The receptionist looked even more confused.
Sunday and Ruan Mei exchanged a glance.
"?"
According to their earlier intelligence, Yan Huan should have directly seized control of the Five Great Family Lines and taken command of the Planet of Festivities when Penacony was about to descend into chaos.
So this so-called Emperor should have been him.
After all, among the Express Crew, his methods had always been the most direct.
"Beautiful miss," Sunday asked,
"May I boldly ask for the name of the current Emperor?"
"The Emperor... is the Emperor." The receptionist looked at them strangely.
"What's wrong? Were you summoned by the Emperor?"
"Yes." Sunday nodded and looked at the receptionist.
"We were summoned by the Emperor. He said he had urgent business."
"Oh, then go on in." The receptionist let the two of them through with remarkable ease.
"?"
Ruan Mei immediately became displeased upon hearing that.
"Hey, no, what's with you?"
"I remember Morning Dew Mansion being extremely strict. Why didn't you doubt us at all just because we said the Emperor summoned us?"
"Ruan Mei." Sunday raised a hand to stop Ruan Mei from continuing, but