Upon hearing this, many researchers' eyes lit up with joy: "Really? Really? Your Highness, when will the back door be opened? When will the internal mini-program be available?"

"If you can't find someone to develop an internal mini-program, we have plenty of people here. Find two idle folks, and they can create a mini-program for you that can support hundreds of millions of users in an hour or two."

"Yes, yes, Your Highness Yanliu, when does it start? Where is the internal system? Where do we grab orders? Please let us know first so we can set up reminders to grab orders automatically, so we won't forget."

A researcher with a salary of 1.5 million to 2 million, even if it's only 1.5 million, would still earn two to three million. After taxes, there would still be over 1 million left. It would be foolish not to make money. Anyway, she has the mental strength and energy to get it done within five months.

Yan Liu smiled, her smile as bright and beautiful as the rising sun: "You are all talents who study space jumps, we don't need you to work on internal programs and such."

"You guys focus on your work and your research. I'll go find someone to handle it right away, and I'll have someone let you know when it's done. Goodbye!"

As Yanliu walked away, the crowd said, "Your Highness Yanliu, hurry up and get it done! If it doesn't work, we can step in. We're waiting for your good news!"

"Yes, Your Highness Yanliu, we will work hard and wait for your good news."

"Goodbye, Your Highness Yanliu!"

Yan Liu, amidst the rising and falling motions of her workout, ascended the elevator, left her apartment, went downstairs, exited the Space Jump Research Institute, boarded the spacecraft, activated it, and switched to autopilot mode. She then sent messages and made calls to her team.

Although her team is small, it is full of talented people and has top-notch efficiency. As soon as she gives an order, they start to carry it out.

After hanging up the call, she crossed her arms, leaned back in the aircraft chair, closed her eyes, and went to rest.

Once inside the space, Cangying removed the scars from his wrists, and the blood fell into a pool of water within his space, staining the water red.

His face was stern, his eyes were red at the corners, and his gaze was indifferent. In a pool of blood, his whole body trembled slightly. He couldn't bear the trembling and transformed into his original form, a golden dragon in the pool.

After a long, long time, he leaped out of the pool, landing naked and soaking wet outside. The moment his feet touched the ground, the water on his body and hair dried completely.

He took out robes from his spatial storage and put them on one by one: a dark black robe, a red inner garment, wide sleeves, red inside and black outside, black boots with gold trim, and his hair was completely white, with less than half of it black.

A bright green willow branch, still bearing buds, was used to gather his white hair and placed horizontally on his head as a hairpin.

A touch of emerald green in his white hair was more striking, simpler, more ethereal, and cooler than the black and white pearls entwined in his hair.

The belt around his waist had been changed to red; a long red sash hung down to the same length as his robes, and his pale face was completely devoid of color.

Having done all this, he left the space and found that the room was empty. His eyes flickered, and he raised the personal terminal on his wrist, only to find that he did not have Yanliu Communication.

His hand slowly fell to his sides, he lifted his foot, took a step, opened the door, and went out.

Half of the gossiping researchers outside had left, and the other half were about to leave. When they saw him come out, although they were afraid of him and even timid, they still greeted him politely and respectfully: "Good morning, Your Excellency Cangying. Have you eaten yet? We have nutrient solutions and nutrient solutions here, as well as a canteen with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. What would you like to eat? We'll get it for you."

"No need, thank you!" Cangying said politely but somewhat distantly, "I'll have to excuse myself today, I need to go out for a while. You can continue your research and experiments according to the directions I gave you yesterday!"

"Yes, sir!" the researcher replied, then asked, "Should we call a car or a spacecraft to deliver it to you?"

Cangying tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Could you please call me a flying vehicle? Thank you!"

The dignified High Priest of the Deep Sea has no car or aircraft. He used to rarely leave the deep sea. If he did go out, sharks, killer whales, giant octopuses, and a whole host of other large and small fish could all become his tools for navigating the deep sea.

Now that he's in the Abel system, he relies on others to take him out and pick him up when he needs anything. None of his means of transportation can be separated from water.

The bed shifted slightly as Jiang Si pushed Agares away. Agares didn't stop, holding her close, his voice hoarse: "You can do it, my princess, the best, the most amazing..."

“Agara…”

Agares kissed her, swallowing all her words and preventing her from speaking.

The sun rises and pierces through the clouds, its rays filtering through the curtains and into the room, casting streaks of light that seem to take on shapes.

Early in the morning, the hunter grabbed the still-sleepy Jiang Dandan, took the breakfast prepared by the cooks from the kitchen, and boarded the aircraft to carry out official business.

Quanjian woke up naturally, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to knock on the door of Yanliu across the street. After knocking for a while, the door did not open, which attracted Hilt, the chief steward of Abel Manor.

Hilt informed Quanjian, "Your Majesty, Princess Yanliu gets up at 6 a.m. every day, and at 9 a.m. now, she has arrived at the Imperial Central Hospital to treat others."

Princess Yanliu's routine has always been like this. The fact that we didn't see her this morning means that her routine is still the same: she gets up and leaves without a sound, so none of us will notice.

After hearing this, Quanjian said "Oh," revealing his true foodie nature: "Did Marshal Agares cook today?"

Hilt smiled and said, "The Marshal and the young prince are not yet up. However, Abel Manor has a cook. Although the cook's skills are not as good as the young prince and the marshal's, they are not bad either. Is Your Majesty interested?"

Of course, I'm interested in having something to eat. Quanjian nodded hurriedly: "Sure, sure, let's go. Just make me some of the dishes that your Marshal Jiang Jiang makes for breakfast and lunch."

"I don't eat much, just a few bowls will do."

Hilt: "Yes, Your Majesty, please."

Her Majesty the Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan eats from basins. Although it was past early morning and had become 9 a.m., she ate basin after basin of steamed buns, pies, fried dough sticks, and sweet cakes.

Fortunately, the kitchen was large enough with multiple stoves, and the three cooks worked together to ensure that the deep-sea queen could eat and drink her fill, pack up her food, and take it with her to find Yan Liu.

It wasn't until noon that Jiang Si, who was half-asleep, was awakened by the sound of her personal terminal. The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was not to look for the terminal, but to curse Agares.

The cursing had barely subsided when a hand gently massaged her waist, followed by a constantly beeping personal computer being handed to her.

With such comprehensive care, Jiang Si couldn't muster any more anger. She mobilized her mental energy to dry and refresh herself, tidying up her body except for the soreness, before slowly connecting to the personal terminal that had been ringing for the third time.

As soon as the computer connected, before Jiang Si could even speak, Quan Jian's excited, high-pitched, shocked, and anxious voice came through the computer: "Jiang Jiang, come quickly, come quickly! Something terrible has happened! My High Priest has put on his crown robes, tied a red sash, and is holding his weapon, the Dragon Whip, ready to propose to Yan Liu!"