He now kind of wanted to ask his mechanical thought body how much dirt she had dug up on the Imperial Nobles during his absence.
Quickly, Prince Kinov struggled to his feet.
The prince walked to a corner with his head down, trembling as he slipped on his formal wear to cover up the fat.
Then he turned his head to look at Yang Ming, cleared his throat, and smiled:
"Honorable Ghost, your prowess is truly impressive; I am sincerely convinced."
"Is that so?"
Yang Ming squinted and smiled as he gently asked,
"Didn't you just ask me where your incriminating evidence came from?"
Prince Kinov walked to the back of the floating sofa, slightly bowed his head, and revealed a humble and graceful smile. "I hope you can enlighten me."
"I could actually say it was given to me by His Majesty to confuse you."
Yang Ming gazed out the window, observing the prince's expression through the reflection in the porthole, speaking unhurriedly,
"But I don't want to flaunt His Majesty's name anymore.
