Daphne smiled and shook her head: "That's how the Empire is, with noble interests deeply entrenched."
Yang Ming stretched lazily, lay back on the sofa, and mumbled, "Is there any news outside?"
"Not at the moment."
"I'll take a nap, let me know if there's any news," said Yang Ming, "Oh, and also, wake me if Prince Kinov sends a communication request."
Daphne slightly frowned: "Are you treating me as an assistant?"
"Hmm?" Yang Ming looked up at her, "If you don't want to, I can instruct your maid."
"No need," Daphne laughed, "I'll change into professional attire, it seems more competent."
Yang Ming: ...
Wow, is she going for the black silk suit and high heels look again?
He's no saint, much less a eunuch. Daphne always tempts him instead of doing proper work, and it's easy for him to flexibly lower his standards.
Especially last time, when Daphne wore her glittering performance outfit, Yang Ming almost couldn't resist.
Of course, it was only almost.
