Chapter 162: Shameless He supported the mattress with his palm, and half of his shoulder tilted...
These days, it is not uncommon for royal families of various countries to be closely watched by the media. Not for anything else, just because it has explosive moments and is interesting, the audiences love to watch it and talk about it with gusto.
Whenever princes and princesses from any country attend official events, they will at least be compared. From the number of official business trips per year to the color, brand, jewelry of clothing, and even a strand of hair that was lifted up that day, all will be screenshotted and magnified infinitely and discussed at length.
It has become the password for traffic.
In this atmosphere, the royal families of various countries naturally tried their best to compete with each other in appearance. Today it is a set of jadeite worth hundreds of millions on the body of this country's imperial concubine, and tomorrow it is an antique watch worth tens of millions on the wrist of that prince. The prosperity and luxury are all for mortals to admire.
Of course, the royal family represents the highest image of a country and is an important component of national diplomacy. Wearing beautiful, expensive, decent and generous clothes can indirectly demonstrate a country's financial strength.
Therefore, if you dress too simply and travel too shabbily, you may really be laughed at.
Sava frowned and switched to look at the comments on other platforms.
...Not good.
This was the first time that Bai Ling appeared in public after being crowned queen. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see him wearing a diamond-studded imperial crown and a medal ribbon, appearing in front of the camera in an unparalleled noble manner, but...
Why is it still the same as before? !
Even less particular.
Such a huge psychological gap between before and after made the onlookers couldn't help but complain:
[Hey, this, this…what’s the matter with wearing a summer shirt with autumn trousers? ]
[To be honest, I am a bit unkempt...]
[I can't say he's unkempt, his shirt and trousers are neatly ironed and clean, nothing looks out of place. ]
[Too plain. ]
[Yes, it is too plain. She doesn’t have the style of a queen at all. She is too shabby. This is the uniform that my cousin who just returned from military school would wear so casually. ]
Some people are confused and question:
[The mermaid royal family has a long history, but they haven’t hired a eunuch to remind people how to dress? ]
[You should ask the old emperor about this. He has so many museums all over the world with countless treasures. It wouldn't be so embarrassing if he just took out a set of treasures to make the place look more attractive. ]
[Shocked, I didn’t expect the old emperor to be so stingy! ]
[I’m not that stingy, but... you know, it’s a political marriage, I can’t really pamper her like a wife. ]
[No, Commander Bai should also be aware of this. He is a public figure. ]
[Uh... Little White Bird comes from the lower class, a commoner queen, so she may not understand these things. Don't be too harsh on him. ]
At this point, everyone expressed their opinions, some were disapproving and some gave kind explanations, so it was still within a controllable range. However, someone suddenly launched a vote:
[In your heart, can Queen Bai Ling represent the glorious image of the empire? 】
[Yes√]
【Far from it】
"Quick, buy me 200,000 navy soldiers, and invest them all in 'Far From Enough'!"
In front of the screen, the number one anti-fan Cade was extremely excited.
Finally, I caught the black spot.
The wild dog that climbed up from the bottom of the society, who knows nothing, uses the scepter as a token of authority. In fact, he doesn't know any royal rules at all. Now the true face has been revealed, what a disgrace.
Cade snorted, his face full of ridicule.
Regardless of anything else, he is indeed qualified to despise Bai Ling in this regard.
Nobles like them, who are born into noble families, have to receive various etiquette education since childhood. From food, clothing, and daily necessities to words and deeds, everything is taught bit by bit by the etiquette officer in the family. For example, the color and texture of clothes worn on different occasions, as well as the angle and arc of hand swings, must be extremely precise and there cannot be any mistakes.
The innate nobility of the nobility is reflected in these upbringings.
Even if a wild bird that grew up in a shelter climbs up the big tree of Iso Paraiso, its inherent vulgarity will still be exposed.
So this time, Cade felt both happy and relieved.
Seeing the arrival of the water army, the number of votes was instantly pulled up a lot, and Cade lay leisurely in the chair, ready to enjoy the afternoon tea of the Emperor of the Empire.
At this moment, the servant outside announced in panic:
"Ah, Marshal, His Majesty is taking a lunch break, you can't go in--"
The visitor ignored the obstruction, knocked on the door, strode in with a cloak behind him, knelt on one knee at the door, and said in a serious tone:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you. But I have called the staff countless times in the past two days, but have not received a clear response. As the military commander, it is my responsibility to report directly to you."
Cade waved his hands impatiently: "If you have to fart, do it now."
He has been in a bad mood ever since the military left him and Heinz at the airport last time.
Marshal Golden Eagle's eyes were sharp and stern: "The Subsidiary Star Prison was robbed and 60,000 prisoners were lost. This extremely evil thing was probably done by Wild Star."
I thought Cade would be furious when Wildstar was mentioned.
Who would have thought that not only did he not care, he was even a little annoyed:
"Hasn't Heinz told you? It's better to lose the prisoner, no matter if he's dead or taken away by someone. That prison has to pay a lot of food expenses for the prisoners every day, and this money comes from my government. And I'm in deficit now, and I can't even get enough money to rebuild the palace. So, it's better to hijack him. We can save a lot of money this year."
The golden eagle raised his eyes, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.
He thought to himself that this octopus was still so short-sighted, only thinking about saving money everywhere, and was trying his best to rebuild his space den.
But the golden eagle still maintained respect on his face and said righteously:
"Your Majesty, please consider the future of the empire. Among those prisoners, there are many university professors and top talents in various industries. If we let them develop on Wild Star, they will soon be able to build a university ranked in the top 20 in the world. At that time, various resources will surely be attracted and gradually flow to Wild Star - this is very unfavorable to the situation in our country."
His words were so to the point and penetrating that even a child who had just entered elementary school could understand the pros and cons.
Cade suddenly glanced at him and asked:
"Golden Eagle, how long will it take for the disadvantages you describe to become apparent?"
"No more than five years."
"It will take five years." Kaide, the octopus brain, rarely thought of beating around the bush and asked directly: "You are a military leader, not the Minister of Education. Why do you care about this?"
The golden eagle was stunned by the question and froze for a second. Then he stood up straight and said at eye level:
"Because Bai Ling and others behaved badly, they also caused huge property losses to our army."
"How much is the loss?"
"One mecha, three billion."
·
Heinz was called in by a series of urgent telegrams. In the Imperial Office, the master and servant, Octopus and Jellyfish, worked together to figure out what was going on.
Heinz got straight to the point and explained the whole story of the mecha:
"The mecha is called 'Apollo', and it cost 3 billion yen. It was a birthday gift from the Marshal to his beloved son, Kanai."
After hearing this, Cade flew into a rage: "He has 3 billion to buy a mecha for a kid, but he doesn't have the money to sponsor my training palace!"
Heinz looked frightened on the outside, but he was joking inside.
Oh, our great king, his obsession with building a palace in space is just like the Empress Dowager Cixi in the East during the ancient Earth period who wanted to build the Old Summer Palace.
Heinz said in a daze, "This... I also find it strange. After all, the annual pension given to His Excellency the Marshal by the Central Government is 6 million, plus his family business as a count, it is at most 100 million. So, where did he get the money to buy such expensive luxury goods?"
A mecha worth 3 billion, of this level, this mecha is considered a luxury even in the military expenditure of a small country.
The golden eagle, on the other hand, didn't even blink and just spent money to buy a toy for the child.
It's a bit outrageous.
Cade tried to think: "So, he embezzled?"
Heinz lowered his voice and guided calmly: "I don't know. I only know that the Marshal and Lord Swordfish have a close personal relationship..."
Just to the point.
No matter how stupid Cade was, he knew it.
The central government of the empire is now extremely poor, actually because the tax money is stuck with the local gentry. The four great dukes jointly monopolized the empire's economy, and using their status as old-school aristocrats, they exploited various loopholes in the country and almost openly engaged in tax evasion.
Once upon a time, when Isuparezo was in power, the laws were enforced very strictly. He held two trump cards, Savoy I and Schrollin, in his hand, and used them to suppress the military aristocrats. Therefore, whenever there was nothing to do, they would go to the subordinate planets for surprise inspections and find a reason to give the Duke a few blows, which would yield some gains and thus fill the financial deficit.
But now... the positions have changed, and Cade, the new emperor, can't hold on to the golden eagle card.
It was said that Jin Diao was a loyal minister to his ancestors - his uncle was a member of the guard beside Isoparaiso in his early years. Later, with the recommendation of his uncle, he joined the legion and served as a junior adjutant under Schlolan.
The golden eagle is born with thick and hard bones, and is capable of fighting and resisting. In terms of bloodline, it is definitely among the top three in combat power among birds of prey. He was brave and good at fighting, but taciturn by nature and not good at socializing with others. He was once praised by Marshal Savoy I as "an honest child."
He is indeed very honest. He worked quietly behind Shi Luolan, kept his feet on the ground, and did not fight or compete with others. Even his promotion was a favor that Shi Luolan had asked for on his behalf.
When Shi Luolan died unexpectedly, the golden eagle was on duty and did not travel on board the ship, thus escaping the disaster.
Not long after that, King Savoy I also retired due to injury.
Before leaving, he said to the old emperor:
"If you want to hire someone, consider the kid named Golden Eagle. He's a very honest person."
The monarch respected his old minister, so he adopted the suggestion of Savoy I and planned to transfer the golden eagle to his side.
However, a small incident occurred that year.
The golden eagle suddenly reported that he was ill and needed to rest for two years.
When all the civil and military officials in the court knew that he was about to be promoted, he suddenly retired at the height of his career. This move was quite strange.
Fortunately, the monarch was merciful. After a detailed private discussion with the Golden Eagle, he approved his application and allowed him to take a two-year paid suspension and continue to serve after his return.
Two years later, the golden eagle returned as promised.
But four years later, he suddenly brought back a child from outside and named him Jinjing. "This is my child. His mother died, so I brought him back to raise him."
At that time, Jin Jing was exactly five years old, and Bai Ling was just over six years old.
In other words, when Commander Bai was still like a wild child, catching pigeons, fighting with them, and chasing milk carts in the square, Jin Jing had already become the most precious cub of the family and even the entire military.
He grew up holding the beard of his uncle Major General and learned to fly by stepping on the small flying eagle pad in the office of his aunt Lieutenant General. He was a piece of sweet potato in the military region, a genius little darling that everyone liked. Even when he was still young and ignorant, he was held by the golden eagle father's wings and met Isoparaiso through a curtain in the magnificent meeting hall.
With such a proud childhood, it is hard not to develop a proud temperament.
If Commander Bai's lawlessness is considered as self-protection in adversity.
Then Jin Jing's lawlessness is the blessing of doting on top of being the group's favorite.
Heinz concluded:
"Since Marshal Golden Eagle cares about his young son and wants to get the mecha back from Bai Ling, we must of course fulfill his good intentions."
Kaide twisted his tentacles and said unhappily: "Why should I help him?"
By the way, I separated one of the tentacles and swiped the computer screen to see the voting results for the White Feather.
Heinz glanced at him and smiled modestly:
"What if I suggest that there is a way to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of the two eagles that Your Majesty hates at the same time?"
Cade's eyes lit up: "My dear, tell me in detail!"
Half an hour later, Heinz returned to the staff residence, summoned the deputy secretary, and began to dictate the task.
After hearing this, the deputy secretary was stunned:
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Heinz blew his tea leisurely: "How is it?"
Even the capable deputy secretary was in a bit of a dilemma at the moment. He said:
"The military has come to us to communicate many times before, but you blocked them all. Now, you suddenly change your mind and want to actively cooperate with them, and use all your connections to help them denounce Ye Xing and save the military's face—"
This is too much of a change of policy.
It seems as if their staff is wavering in attitude and not keeping their word.
Heinz turned his eyes away, and his feminine beauty appeared a little dim under the light. He said:
"You have to remember that we betas are tools. We will run wherever our master points his hand."
"This is His Majesty Cade's order. We just need to obey and don't ask any questions. Keep your mouth shut, move your legs, and be a good dog to His Majesty Cade. As for who the puppy bites, others will go to find its owner, because everyone knows that dogs only listen to their owners."
Treat yourself as a tool, like a dog.
It's a completely bureaucratic style of doing business impartially.
But this is precisely why the deputy secretary and a group of low-level jellyfish are willing to follow him.
Betas like them have no power or influence and rely entirely on studying to get promoted. If you want to survive in the turbulent situation now, of course you have to follow a fence-sitter who knows how to protect himself.
As for defending the country, that is the business of the Wild Star Revolutionary Party and has nothing to do with them.
Thinking of this, the deputy secretary asked again:
"So who do you think will win in this game between Marshal Golden Eagle and Wild Star?"
Heinz leaned back in his chair with a leisurely manner and said:
"We are betas, we just need to be bystanders. As for who wins and who loses, it will be decided by God."
Deputy Secretary: "God? The God of the Stars?"
"Who knows," Heinz said, his tone meaningful, "Maybe Cybergod and Mechanical God are watching us."
·
As soon as the deputy secretary sent out the message, the paper kings in the civil service system started to take action.
At night, the four-story building below the staff office was brightly lit, and the insidious jellyfishes were having team building there. Can Beta also drive the world's progress? Of course you can, but it's just out of sight.
In the conference room, a monitor was hung in the center of the round table, with the view facing the central news studio at 7:30 in the evening.
They are waiting.
Wait for Jinjing to appear.
The gorgeous Golden Globes title sequence in the Empire State Building swept by smoothly, and the familiar face of the female anchor was framed neatly in the viewfinder. The rules of the evening news are: the first two minutes are for a summary of major news, and the third minute is for detailed coverage.
In the past, the first fifteen minutes of prime time would be dedicated to CapitaLand, and the host would use flowery scripts to highly praise the Octopus Emperor's day of doing nothing.
But today, at the tenth minute, the anchor suddenly pulled out the script and brought up the military news:
"Recently, an extremely vicious large-scale prison break occurred on the capital's satellite. This crime seriously threatens the empire's national stability and sovereignty. Currently, the incident is still under close investigation. Next, we will connect with one of the parties involved in this incident."
The female anchor looked up and signaled, and the director switched the broadcast.
The director pressed the earphone and made an OK gesture.
The camera panned towards the bridge in a firm and gentle manner, and an officer just turned around, left the command area, and walked towards them quickly.
This fade-in is very good, and immediately gives the audience a feeling that he is a man of substance, and he took time out of his busy schedule to be interviewed.
The officer wore a duty uniform made of thin blue-grey woolen fabric of high quality. When he raised his hand to salute, his French-style folded cuffs showed some nobility and elegance; when he lowered his arm, the eagle-wing badge on his chest shone brightly, as if it would fly away from his full chest in the next second.
Compared to Commander Bai's "shabby" old military uniform, his clothes were expensively and brightly accessorized, and covered with medals.
At this moment, the camera light came from the side, and the angle just illuminated three-quarters of his face. Everyone's heartbeat stopped for a second, and they all said in their hearts, "How handsome!"
The subtitles below immediately followed, with a blue text on a white background: [Jin Jing, affiliated with the First Legion Eagle Team, rank of colonel]
Such a young, handsome and elegant officer immediately caught the audience's attention. Soon, within ten minutes, Jin Jing's detailed life story appeared in the comment section of the live broadcast room.
[It turns out that he is Marshal Golden Eagle’s biological son!] This military uniform is so handsome and has great texture. ]
[The Marshal has such a young and promising son, but he is only bringing him out now. ]
[（Excited.jpg）I like it so much, it’s a bit like the saying “A good father will have a good son”! ]
[Of course, the temperament and upbringing that comes from three generations of military aristocrats cannot be compared to that of some low-level bandits. (white eyes.jpg)]
When the audience heard this, they were all stunned and thought of the same person.
Continuing to watch the footage, Kanai briefly reported the problem. He spoke clearly and seemed to be a very self-consistent person.
He is a young genius, handsome and promising, with a father who is a marshal. He has a bit of pride and reserve from his parents, but not too much - he fits the image of the genius protagonist in all the military novels in the empire very well.
Born noble.
Most importantly, he is an alpha. This gender makes it natural for him to have so many stars on his shoulders that are not in line with his age.
Just as the audience's favorability was gradually increasing, the reporter suddenly asked:
"Colonel Jin Jing, I heard that you also suffered losses in this incident?"
Jin Jing nodded, a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, but soon turned back to a steady and sharp gaze: "Not only did they steal the citizens of the Empire, they also stole my mecha."
The following screen is refreshed immediately:
[I know, I know. That mecha was given to him by the Marshal. It cost billions. ]
[So expensive? He must have been targeted by someone a long time ago. ]
[Am I the only one who cares about the fact that the Marshal dotes on his cubs? I didn’t expect that the serious marshal on TV actually attaches so much importance to family relationships in private. What a contrast, love it! ]
[Who stole it? It's so infuriating that they stole the gift that the father gave to his child. They are a bunch of thieves and robbers. ]
Sixty thousand people on the affiliated planet are missing, and no one cares. Jin Jing, a handsome young man from a military family who looked like an idol, lost a mecha, and half of the star network was outraged.
In the evening, #Return his mecha# even became a hot topic.
Passersby clicked in and asked, "Who stole it?" Everyone said they didn't know.
But coincidentally, a few small accounts suddenly appeared and posted the link of Commander Bai's unveiling ceremony at the primary school in a meaningful way on the hot comments.
Some people wondered: “Why post this?”
The other party immediately distanced himself from the matter: "Nothing, just your own judgment."
The more you try to cover it up, the more problems there are - the onlookers immediately put up their antennas and started looking for clues all over the Internet. When they searched for it, they actually found it.
Someone posted anxiously on the forum: "My husband was in jail and now seems to have been kidnapped and taken to a wild planet. He secretly sent me a message asking me to find a way to rescue him. What should I do? Netizens, please give me some advice."
One stone can cause a thousand ripples. Such a post with no beginning, no end and no chat history was inexplicably screenshotted and transmitted, becoming "conclusive evidence".
The post was overwhelmed with comments, which were updated every second:
[The prisoner was kidnapped by Ye Xing. Does this mean that Colonel Jin Jing’s mecha was also kidnapped by Bai…]
[Uh uh uh uh, no way no way, it’s bad enough that he jailbroken someone, but he also stole someone else’s mecha and caused the young man from a wealthy family to appear on the news to search for the lost item. It’s really not fair. ]
[Commander Bai, this is a bit embarrassing...]
[The Queen of Thieves. ]
I don’t know who posted it, but this name was both eye-catching and representative, and it spread quickly.
The publicity clerk of the staff department gestured:
"Done. With another wave of traffic, we can successfully push public opinion to the forefront."
The deputy secretary watched the process in the conference room and sighed slightly:
"The superiority of imperialism lies in the fact that it does not need evidence to frame someone."
Back then, the representative of the beacon country of ancient Earth held up a tube of laundry detergent in the UN General Assembly and was able to mess up the Middle East just by swearing that it was a chemical weapon of mass destruction.
This is enough to show that the upper-level rules of this world are never determined by evidence.
If we must provide evidence, it can only be that he is too upright, too idealistic, and not suitable for existence in the field of power.
This is the shamelessness of power.
·
Commander Bai's government is facing an unprecedented credibility crisis.
When walking on the road, there were children chasing Bai Ling's car, gloating and shouting at him: "Thief, thief queen. What else did you steal, the old emperor's scepter?"
Young children are naive and may not understand what is happening. They just follow the crowd and shout.
But those suspicious looks from people passing by along the way really poured cold water on Bai Ling.
He vaguely remembered what North said - doing good things may not bring good rewards, you have to get used to it.
Habit……
He can't get used to it.
Why was saving people slandered as kidnapping?
Why was Kanai praised as a "genius working hard on research" even though he cut off his broken leg? And he was called a thief and robber for only stealing the enemy's mecha...as if birth and bloodline determined whether all actions were right or wrong.
Bai Ling sat in the car, his face hidden in the shadows with a trembling jaw. He seemed to understand something, yet seemed not to understand.
The situation in which Isoparaiso was insulted in the past seemed to be reproduced on him again in a historical spiral way.
North looked at him worriedly and asked softly, "How about we issue a notice now to clarify the matter immediately."
Bai Ling lowered his eyes and waved his hands tiredly: "There is no way to clarify."
He did break out of prison, that's a fact. Moreover, one of the important purposes of the other party fabricating evidence was to stimulate him to come forward and claim responsibility for the incident.
If he issues a notice, then it will be a done deal.
"Let's talk about it later. I'm going to a meeting first." Bai Ling nodded slightly, said goodbye and prepared to leave.
North was stunned: "There is no meeting today."
"…an internal meeting." He swallowed the word "gloomy" with great effort.
There was no Yu Chen in Yu Chen's meeting, only him and a group of old ministers of the Demon Pillar.
The old ministers were well-informed and had been entrusted by the monarch to do their best to help Bai Ling find a solution.
However, the empire had not had a queen in the previous hundred years, and they had no similar experience. An old minister then suggested that they should follow the same approach that previous monarchs had taken when faced with dirty water being thrown at them - deal with it coldly.
But another group of veteran officials directly cast a veto vote.
"The situation of the monarch and Bai Ling is different. The monarch never shows his face, so even if someone throws dirty water at him, it won't affect his private life. But our queen is different. She has to go to the grassroots frequently. If there is a credibility crisis like this, the direct attack on Bai Ling will be more serious and worse."
After much discussion, there was no conclusion in the end, so we can only discuss countermeasures tomorrow.
Before the meeting ended, the old officials all advised: "Commander Bai must have a good rest and don't think too much..."
They were silent for a moment, but decided to tell Bai Ling the reality: "Because according to our experience, there will definitely be another tough battle later."
When I returned to the room, the scent of jasmine had dissipated. There was no service robot to replace the flowers today, and Bai Ling was too lazy to throw them away, so she just let them rot on the bedside.
Just as I was giving up on myself, the doorbell rang and a service robot came in on a pulley, holding a small bouquet of new jasmine flowers in its pliers.
It was as if he had come back at the right time to exchange flowers.
The robot turned the camera and found Bai Ling sitting in front of the bed, his mental state was obviously depressed. He supported the mattress with the palms of his hands, his shoulders slumped slightly to one side, as if his bones could not support the weight of his whole body. He looked confused and exhausted.
After the robot changed the flowers, it was passing by the end of the bed when suddenly a sock fell at its feet.
He looked up and saw the bird looking at him expressionlessly. He threw his socks off on purpose.
As if in a bad temper.
Very slight, so slight that it can be easily ignored.
But the robot neither hid nor walked away. Instead, it picked up the socks with its small pliers, bent over the end of the bed and put them on him again. The bird's body trembled for a moment, then it lay back on the bed with its arms spread out, like an innocent teenager, and its slender legs occasionally tapped the bed frame.
Like seducing. But in reality, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
The broken leg bulged out from under the long shirt, then stopped abruptly, losing the part that should have been sticking out. The limbs are so strange, like little toys that have been broken off.
This shirt is what birds often wear when they sleep.
It was made of pure white cotton fabric, neither new nor old. The two buttons on the hem were probably knocked off when I was stuck in the corner doing it and my limbs were cramping. The bird was too lazy to sew or replace it with a new one. Yu Chen saw it all and quietly condoned his self-destruction.
There was a floor lamp on in the corner, and light was scattered from the other side of the bed. So standing here, I can easily see his outline through the light shining through the shirt fabric.
It is an extremely flexible line. His thin and tight abdomen shows obvious signs of training. When he arches his waist, a beautiful abdominal groove line is formed like the illustrations in anatomy textbooks, which makes people love it and want to touch it again and again.
And the skin of the belly leaking out from the buttonholes...
The little female was lost in thought, so she didn't know that under her slightly undulating belly skin, scaly patterns were quietly showing...
Bird blue pattern.
——The color of my tail.
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