When Chen Yi emerged from the room, she overheard her younger brother asking this question; her mind was entirely occupied with thoughts of her brother and sister-in-law. Hearing his query, she paused, "Uh, oh, Cambridge University."

"That kid, not even coming home for Christmas," Zhong Yun remarked. This trip back, he had managed to see almost all his closest relatives, save for this youngest nephew. Before his transmigration, Chen Mingying had already been born, and he had doted on the little nephew.

At that moment, Chen Yi’s gaze was drawn to the television, which was broadcasting breaking news: Qiyun Group had formally reached an agreement with TCL Group to acquire the latter's mobile phone business...

In an instant, she felt a wave of dizziness. Just what was Yun Qi’s background? A corporation named after her could casually throw billions around and was now moving into the mobile industry.

TCL was a titan in the electronics sector. Although its mobile division had always been mediocre, it wasn't something just anyone could swallow whole.

Zhong Yun and Yun Qi had spent a leisurely three months on Earth. Their parents' health had visibly improved, and the crisis facing their sister and brother-in-law's company had been resolved. The pervasive infiltration campaign spearheaded by Zhong had already touched numerous sectors. Everything, it seemed, was falling into place.

It was also time for Zhong Yun to depart. In two months, the due dates for both his wives were fast approaching. He had to return. He had already missed the birth of his son last time; he couldn't afford to make the same mistake again.

At the airport, Father Chen, Mother Chen, Sister Chen, and Brother-in-law Chen Xiang had all come to see him off. Chen Yijia couldn't attend because of school.

"Dad, Mom, Sister, Brother-in-law, we’re leaving now. Please take good care of yourselves." Zhong Yun, linking arms with Yun Qi, waved to his family on Earth.

"Call often when you can," Chen Yi said, though she felt reluctant to let go, knowing her son was safe brought her some calm.

"Little brother, call often," Chen Yi waved vigorously.

Watching the two figures disappear down the jet bridge, the remaining four reluctantly departed.

"Sigh." On the plane, Zhong Yun let out a soft sigh, his expression quite melancholy.

A slender hand reached out and took his. Yun Qi’s voice floated over, "Yun, we can still return. The elders are in good health; they will certainly live to be a hundred."

A warmth spread through Zhong Yun’s heart. He affectionately flicked the tip of her nose, smiling, "One hundred years is hardly enough. We need two hundred."

Yun Qi rested her delicate head on his shoulder and murmured, "Then, may you live two hundred years."

"Heh heh..."

Zhong Yun’s largest base on Earth was located in a small nation in the Pacific. Controlling a country with a population under a million was effortless for the strength of the Galactic Empire.

Unbeknownst to many, this nation had been transformed into the primary stronghold for the Galactic Empire. It was from here that Yun ascended to space, boarding the Mercury to return to the Empire.

A total of fifty thousand personnel remained on Earth to execute the ongoing infiltration mission.

Zhong Yun knew that the next time he returned, Earth would not be the same Earth he remembered.

A little over a month later, the Mercury arrived at the Galactic Empire. Upon disembarking, Yun rushed back to the Imperial Palace to see his two heavily pregnant wives immediately.

"Daddy!"

The first to spot him was his son, Zhong Shan, who was now three years old. Seeing his father, the little fellow trotted towards him on his short legs.

Zhong Yun scooped him up, planting several kisses on his face, "Did you miss Daddy?"

"I missed you," Zhong Shan blinked his large eyes, paused in thought, and added, "Mommy missed you too, and little brother missed you."

Hearing his son’s innocent words, Zhong Yun roared with laughter. It had already been confirmed that Weiwei was carrying a boy; Xiao Ruo might be carrying a girl. A son and a daughter—with Zhong Shan, he was about to become the father of three children.

"Zhong Yun," Weiwei looked at her husband with tear-filled eyes, bracing her hands on the bed as if trying to stand, seemingly wanting to rush into his arms.

"Don't move," Zhong Yun quickly put his son down and sat on the edge of the bed to hold her steady, "Be careful."

"You're finally back!" Weiwei’s tears streamed down her face.

The attendant caring for the Imperial Consort, a model of discretion, swiftly picked up the Eldest Prince and coaxed him out of the chamber.

Only husband and wife remained in the room.

"Why are you crying again?" Zhong Yun tenderly wiped the tears from her face, but the more he wiped, the more they fell.

"You don't love me at all," Weiwei suddenly bit his shoulder while lying in his embrace.

Zhong Yun winced in pain but dared not show it, knowing pregnant women were often highly emotional. He understood that after such a long absence, Weiwei’s accumulated resentment was bound to surface. He could only offer soothing words until he managed to coax her to sleep, before hurrying off to see his other wife.

Xiao Ruo, gentle in nature, had heard news of his arrival earlier, but even so, her eyes welled up with tears the moment she saw him.

After finally placating this treasure, he finally had the chance to see his mother. His mother was currently entertaining his youngest daughter. Spotting Zhong Yun, she picked up the infant, who was barely a year old, "Look, big brother is back."

"Brother," the baby girl was very intelligent and could already recognize faces. She felt a natural closeness to Zhong Yun; as soon as she saw him, she excitedly waved her little hands, wanting him to hold her.

Zhong Yun took her, kissed her little cheeks twice, making her giggle, and asked, "Where is Xiao Yu?"

"He went to school. That was your father's idea, to have him spend time with children his own age, which helps his development," Yun Rong said, then added, "If you hadn't come back soon, your two wives would have started demanding I send someone out for you. Did this trip go smoothly?"

"Very smoothly," Zhong Yun chuckled, knowing his mother’s comment hinted at her dissatisfaction with his late return.

"Has Father not returned yet?"

"He seems busy with the relocation matters lately; he hasn't been home for two days," Yun Rong sighed.

"These things should be left to the subordinates; why must he handle everything personally? A country this large—can one man manage it all?" Zhong Yun complained.

Zhong Yun was aware of the relocation efforts. Two months prior, during a routine patrol sweep, a natural star system had been discovered less than 0.1 light-years away. For the Galactic Empire, which didn't even possess a single administrative planet, this was monumental news.

Immediately, Zhong Pingjiang dispatched numerous vanguard exploration teams to begin preparations for moving a portion of the population.

Receiving a dispatch from Xiao Ling, Zhong Yun was overjoyed. What made it particularly fortunate was this natural star’s proximity to the base. While the base was viable for survival, a natural star was inherently superior.

Half a month ago, the government officially announced the relocation to the populace, sparking widespread celebration across the nation. That same day, massive military contingents departed for the planet, now named Canglan Star, accompanied by construction engineering teams for bidding.

The first wave of immigrants had now been finalized—a total of fifty million people. An immense amount of preliminary groundwork needed to be done. The entire nation was operating at high speed for the migration project.

Upon receiving news of his son's return, Zhong Pingjiang put aside his work that evening and rushed home. After a quick dinner, he hurried off again, leaving Zhong Yun both amused and exasperated.

"Just let him be; he gets restless if he has nothing to do," Yun Rong, having been married for so many years, understood her husband’s temperament well. She knew his career drive was intense, and with the nation developing rapidly, keeping him idle would be agonizing for him.

In the following days, visitors arrived incessantly. Naturally, only those holding high positions and significant influence within the Galactic Empire were granted audience.

Unless they were old friends like Tian Hai or Chen Wen, Zhong Yun would dismiss everyone else within a minute of them being seated, offering them tea and seeing them out. A host of figures who could make the ground tremble with a mere foot stomp dared not breathe loudly in Zhong Yun’s presence.

Although Zhong Yun rarely involved himself in daily administration, as the founding Emperor, his deterrent presence surpassed that of anyone else. No one dared question the immense power wielded by this unassuming young man in the Galactic Empire.

Ministers and officials considered it an honor to sit before the Emperor for even a minute; this was seen as a measure of their standing in his favor.

Yang Yunrong, Zhong Yun’s brother-in-law, had risen with the tide, now holding the weighty position of the Third Minister in the Ministry of Energy. Aided by Zhong Yun’s patronage, the Yang family was further championed by the factions from Dawo, quietly cultivating the aura of the Galactic Empire’s second most powerful family.

Through years of development and evolution, the Galactic Empire had gradually solidified into dozens of interconnected interest groups. While Zhong Yun had tried to curb the formation of monopolies, such developments were inevitable.

Since avoidance was impossible, the strategy was to allow each cluster to form a cohesive body, balancing one another, and ensuring every faction retained a voice. By keeping the ascent channel for the ruling class open, national stability could be maintained.

These were long-term considerations; Zhong Yun was merely setting up preventative measures. With his current strength, living for two to three centuries was not an issue, and his power was far from reaching its zenith—what heights he would ultimately attain, no one knew.

One thing was certain: his lifespan was still extensive. As long as he endured, the Galactic Empire would remain unshakeable. He possessed that confidence.

Lost in thought, he made polite conversation with his brother-in-law. After sitting for over an hour, Yang Yunrong finally departed, satisfied.

Zhong Yun recalled how condescending this brother-in-law had been towards him back in Dawo. But with the passage of time, their positions had reversed almost one hundred and eighty degrees, and so had his attitude, making one marvel at the impermanence of worldly affairs.

"Your Majesty."

Zhong Yun was momentarily stunned watching the woman curtsy gracefully; he hadn't expected to see her here.

"Has Your Majesty already forgotten an old acquaintance?" Sensing Zhong Yun's bewilderment, the woman’s eyes flickered, "I am now the First Minister of Foreign Affairs."

"Father has a good eye for talent," Zhong Yun recovered his composure, smiling, "Anyone who has met you could never forget."

"Your Majesty flatters me."

The smiling woman before him was none other than Ming Yunyu, the former idol of Dawo and an honorary citizen of the Gane Empire. She had been rescued by Zhong Yun after her transport ship fell victim to pirates, subsequently becoming lost in the Dead Zone.

"When did you return to Dawo?" Having shared a life-and-death experience, Zhong Yun felt a faint surge of delight at seeing her again.