Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

After taking a shower, he returned to the small bedroom and turned on his bracelet to check the messages.

Many people left him messages, homework assignments from wealthy professors, and project test data sent by Minister William. In the past, Song Tingxi always greeted him with good mornings and good nights, but now that he was under supervision, Yan Zhao felt a little more relaxed.

He Yexuan also sent a message, which was a business card push.

[This is Ayou’s communication number. He forgot to add you. 】

At night, Guan You, who was a friend, sent a video message.

On the luxurious gold-embroidered bed, an orange cat was playing with a funny robot mouse. It was purring and its pink paws were shaking.

[The cat is fine, there is no problem]

Yan Zhao was still a little uncomfortable with suddenly being able to contact Guan You, but he thought that Guan You must know He Junyan better than he did.

[Do you know that He Junyan came to see my master? 】

He originally thought that the master's identity was well concealed, but it seemed that was not the case now.

[Is your master Wei Zheng? 】

Yan Zhao was surprised: [You don’t know? He is Wei Shaojie’s father]

[The name Wei Shaojie is so familiar...]

For the first time, Yan Zhao saw someone who cared less about the entertainment industry than he did, and he felt that he had met his opponent.

But now is not the time to discuss this.

He pursed his lips and replied: [They threatened my master with some things]

[Yan Zhao, you’d better persuade your master to agree]

Guan You's reply was very serious: [The principle of the Galaxy Army is that if the experts they can't get have second thoughts, they would rather destroy them]

Yan Zhao became sad.

If he were to talk about the people he cares about most in this world, Master could be ranked in the top three.

After a rare night of not sleeping well, Yan Zhao got up and wandered on the street with Yan Wan.

Things that had not been noticed before became clear. Strangers seemed to appear more frequently in their neighborhood than elsewhere.

"That man is so handsome!" Yan Wan pointed at a man wearing a tight brown cycling suit, almost drooling with greed, "The clothes are great, and his abdominal muscles are so obvious."

"That person..." Yan Zhao's photographic memory began to work. He touched his chin and recalled, "Where have I seen him before?"

The gazes of the two siblings caught the attention of the stranger, and the red-haired boy next to the man yelled at them:

"What are you looking at? Go away!"

The man in cycling clothes stopped the younger brother, walked towards Yan Zhao, and said with interest: "Kid, what do you think I am doing?"

Although this man doesn't look old, he has a very mature temperament. His hair is cut into a short crop and he looks very fierce.

Yan Zhao was sure that this man also knew him.

"You are a man who often drank in Yang's Tavern ten years ago." Yan Zhao said clearly, "You were still very young at that time."

"Hey, am I not young now?" The man deliberately put on a threatening expression, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Yan Wan shouted excitedly: "Young!"

The man smiled at her and said, "You brother and sister are very cute."

After saying these incomprehensible words, the man waved his hands and led his brothers away.

These people's waists were bulging, and they looked like they had light weapons.

Yan Zhao led Yan Wan away and warned, "If you see this group of people in the future, you should stay farther away."

"Okay." Although Yan Wan was reluctant, she still listened to her brother's words.

In the last week of the winter vacation, Wei Zheng was finally willing to meet Yan Zhao and said steadily: "I have reached an agreement with He Junyan to take the same spaceship with you to the capital planet."

"How did Master figure it out?" Yan Zhao asked curiously.

"Don't worry about the children!"

Confused, Yan Zhao spent the winter vacation and came to Wei Zheng's home at the designated time.

Galactic soldiers with loaded weapons were already in place to escort the two back to the capital star.

He Junyan put on the galaxy blue uniform of the First Army of the Galaxy, and the star emblem on his shoulder was shining.

Yan Zhao never knew that there was such a parking lot for spaceships on the edge planet.

They took the aircraft to the other side of the edge star and arrived in front of the huge military spacecraft.

Wei Zheng stood up and hummed with his hands behind his back: "After all these years, the Galaxy Army's manufacturing capabilities are still so poor."

He Junyan smiled and agreed: "So we need you to take charge of the overall situation."

Compared with civilian spacecraft, most of the military space is occupied by weapons depots. The resting area for soldiers is divided into strict cubicles, and Yan Zhao also got one.

This kind of hundred-person spacecraft is a small business jet in the military. Larger spacecraft carriers and various ship types can be called majestic when flying.

The space jump voyage takes about 12 hours. Yan Zhao was originally going to stay with his master, but he drove him into the room.

"Good apprentice, go and have a rest. You have to go back to school at night. Those people at Imperial College are not fuel-efficient."

"I don't live in the school..."

"Then let me rest too!"

Yan Zhao had lunch and planned to take a short nap.

He was dreaming that he was about to solve the technical difficulties of the invisibility cloak, when suddenly there was a violent impact, and Yan Zhao was shaken and fell off the crib.

He immediately rubbed his eyes and went out to check, but was pushed into the room by Wei Zheng who came over.

"Stay inside, the Galaxy Army will handle it outside!"

The door was locked by the master from the outside, and Yan Zhao could only search for self-defense weapons in his luggage.

Although the sound insulation of the warship was very good, Yan Zhao still heard the sound of shelling coming from outside. It sounded like the spacecraft was exchanging fire with some other ship.

Finally taking out the tablet and data cable from his luggage, Yan Zhao used a screwdriver to remove the sensor on the door, connected the tablet, and modified the program for opening the door.

There was a beep, and the tablet showed green. Yan Zhao breathed a long sigh of relief, took the anesthesia gun and left the door.

The corridor in the living area was very quiet. Before going to the central control room, Yan Zhao turned to the weapons warehouse and continued to slide the door and pick the lock.

After finding a highly lethal laser gun, he switched from shotgun to cannon, and then cautiously headed toward the central control room.

When he reached the connection between the areas, a figure appeared on the smooth floor, and Yan Zhao immediately raised his hand to prepare.

"Stop." He Junyan was the first to put down the nail gun in his hand.

"what happened?"

"The Star Thief is firing at us. He probably wants to snatch your master away. The frigate outside is fighting the Star Thief's battleship. Our people are protecting him. I'm coming to find you."

Yan Zhao nodded, walked to him and said, "Take me to my master."

Ignoring the internal fighting at this moment, He Junyan said: "I suspect that some people wearing personal armor flew over from the enemy ship, broke through the side door and entered the spacecraft."

The two of them raised their guns and paid attention to their surroundings, and moved towards the central control room.