Yang Ming, who was serving a sentence, was strolling around the resplendent Imperial Palace with his hands behind his back.
Everywhere he passed, there stood at attention and saluted officers and soldiers of the Royal Guard Army, as well as maids in the palace who couldn't help but sneak glances.
In front of the Emperor's bedchamber, the number of Mechanical Guards had doubled.
What the Old Emperor didn't know was that these Mechanical Guards had very outdated systems;
it was only after Yang Ming had Lyu infiltrate and control these Mechanical Guards, applying some patches, that they successfully avoided being exploited by other factions.
—He worried himself to death for the highest person in the land.
"Viscount, please come in."
A maid pushed open the bedchamber door with some effort. From a distance, Yang Ming could see the Old Emperor reclining on the throne with a somewhat sullen expression.
