The young woman knew she was in the wrong, yet Yang Ying's actions still made her feel surprised and deeply unsettled. Not only did he refrain from speaking comforting words, but he deliberately remained silent, allowing her to misunderstand everything, leading to such a public humiliation where she wept miserably in front of him. What was this, if not playing with her? The girl clenched her teeth in resentment, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the corners of her eyes, feeling that Yang Ying looked utterly detestable from every angle. She thought to herself, "How utterly vile! You must all be exceptionally good-looking. That’s why you cloak yourselves in black robes, never showing your faces. Yes, that must be it!"

Regardless, this mistake was etched firmly into her heart, a memory she would never forget as long as she lived.

Fueled by her anger toward Yang Ying, even the news of the rescue of Their Majesties failed to bring her joy. The girl could only wish she were a Fourth-Level Master right now, so she could hunt down the cloaked figure across the galaxy, having him entirely at her mercy to exact proper vengeance.

Yang Ying’s voice interrupted her reverie: "Your identity is likely compromised now. Returning to the Royal Palace is far too dangerous. Do you have a way to exit the capital planet? If not, I can escort you."

This was the primary reason Yang Ying had returned to this small hill. Since the young woman was not a psychic and her cover was blown, staying on the planet posed too great a risk.

"I have a means," the girl replied, every word she spoke now sharp and aggressive, as if spitting out cannon fire, wishing her words could transform into projectiles to blast the black-robed man’s ears off. However, she seemed to recall something, her expression suddenly changing, her tone softening, "But… the rebels are sweeping the planet, arresting anyone they suspect of being a spy. The few viable channels our people maintain are being strained. Every use increases the risk of exposure. If you can get me out of the capital planet, I will go with you."

The young woman felt deeply unwilling, unwilling to bow before Yang Ying. He had toyed with her so thoroughly, yet she found herself indebted to him, unable to vent her frustration. She knew too well how cautiously spies like her lived on the capital planet; she couldn't bring herself to risk their exposure just to satisfy a moment of anger.

Yang Ying nodded. "Then it is settled." He suddenly extended a finger and pointed it remotely toward the girl's forehead. Instantly, the girl felt her eyelids grow heavy, and she drifted into unconsciousness.

Yang Ying stepped forward, caught her, and transported her to the Floating Continent, placing her beside the King and Queen, repeating his instructions to the medical personnel.

Returning to the real world, Yang Ying glanced upward, thinking, "The Flynn Republic will surely blockade the entire planet soon, launching a massive search for Their Majesties. I too must depart quickly." With a subtle shift of his stance, his form dissolved, vanishing without a trace.

Shortly after he disappeared, the entire sky flared with light, shimmering and flashing as if studded with stars.

A massive fleet materialized above the Royal Palace. Battleships were packed densely, layered one upon another, countless in number. Fighter craft, buzzing like a swarm of bees, were deployed everywhere, patrolling in concentric circles, conducting a carpet search while emitting an irritating hum.

This fleet was originally positioned to set a trap for the Kingdom's relief force, but upon learning that the King and Queen had been rescued, they immediately converged to lock down the entire planet.

In the view of the Flynn Republic's high command, the King and Queen, being ordinary individuals, could not possibly escape the capital planet in such a short time. If the blockade was swift enough, there remained a chance to recover the lost monarchs.

Various scanning waves radiated outward from the Royal Palace, utilizing every detection method imaginable, both optical and instrumental. Yet, after a full day, they found nothing. Many high-ranking military officials were subsequently disciplined and removed from their posts for this failure.

One light-year from the capital planet, within the Kingdom’s restraining fleet, Prince Halal waited with growing impatience.

At that moment, a staff officer suddenly exclaimed in utter astonishment, "Your Highness, Master Yang Ying has sent communication. He has already left the capital planet with Their Majesties. The mission is complete; we are not needed after all!"

"What did you say!" Halal strode rapidly to the staff officer's position, gripping the officer and pulling him away from the console, seating himself there. "Master Yang Ying? Is that truly Master Yang Ying?"

Yang Ying, seated in his Phantom fighter with the capital planet receding behind him, spoke into the communicator, linked to Prince Halal's flagship: "It is I, Your Highness. My apologies that there was no opportunity for you to engage this time."

Halal felt a complex mix of emotions. Waiting anxiously for hours here only to learn it was all in vain was frustrating. But on the other hand, it brought him relief. Leading his fleet into a known ambush would have been suicidal; avoiding such a fate was certainly preferable. He rallied his spirits and asked, "Master Yang Ying, how are the health and spirits of my father and mother?"

"Their spirits are quite good," Yang Ying replied. He glanced out of the cockpit; the Flynn Republic’s fleet now blanketed the surface of the capital planet, leaving almost no gaps. He continued, "You will be reunited with them soon. You should prepare yourselves. The capital planet is currently swarming with twenty thousand warships waiting for you. We will rendezvous at Location Two, where I will transfer Their Majesties to your flagship."

"Good, good, we will do that." Halal excitedly cut the communication, turning to the others on the bridge. "For many days, the capture of my father and mother caused us constant worry. They are the symbol of the Kingdom—benevolence, wisdom. They love us, and they are beloved by all of us. Now, they have been rescued! Let us cheer for this! For the King and Queen!"

"Oh! For the King and Queen!" A cheer immediately erupted on the bridge. As the news spread, the entire warship, indeed the whole fleet, became joyous. After all, those volunteering for such a suicide mission comprised the core strength of the Flynn Kingdom; accomplishing the task without a single casualty was the best possible outcome.

Yang Ying returned to the Behemoth, notifying Howard to set course for home. He then released the King and Queen and the female agent, placing them in the medical bay aboard the ship. He sent out a pulse of mental energy to awaken them.

The three slowly opened their eyes.

"Where are we?" The Queen surveyed the room, finding it utterly unfamiliar. The décor and furnishings were not in the Flynn style.

"This is likely a mercenary vessel," the King reasoned more thoroughly. Seeing Yang Ying nearby, he asked, "Did you bring us out of there?"

Yang Ying did not understand the Flynn language and inquired in the Singer tongue. Fortunately, the King also understood the Singer language; otherwise, Yang Ying might have had to search for a translator.

"Your Majesties!" A clear cry came from the side. The King and Queen looked over to see the female agent already climbing up and kneeling before their beds. "Your Majesties!" She was overcome with emotion. Seeing the monarchs healthy and unharmed, she didn't know what to say, only repeating their titles repeatedly.

"You are Yidni, a court attendant. You served in my chambers," the Queen said with delight upon seeing the young woman. "It has been a long time. Did the rebels treat you harshly?"

"It was tolerable. The rebels did not lay hands on the female attendants in the palace; they only took us in for questioning, then deployed many guards, making it very difficult for us to contact the outside." Yidni paused suddenly, remembering the false intelligence she had uncovered that nearly prevented the rescue. She could not continue.

"You have worked hard," the King said to Yidni, then turned to Yang Ying. "And you as well. May I ask your name? And where is this vessel headed now?"

Yang Ying gave a brief introduction and explained some of the mission details.

"So, we are currently heading towards the fleet led by Halal, is that correct?" the King asked.

Yang Ying nodded. "That is correct. We are in hyperspace now, rushing toward the rendezvous point. We will arrive very soon."

As the words left his mouth, everyone felt a slight tremor beneath their feet. Yang Ying smiled. "We have arrived. Please follow me."

Yang Ying led the King and Queen, along with Yidni, to the hangar bay and boarded a medical transport shuttle. Given the high status of the monarchs, sending them over directly in the shuttle felt discourteous; Yang Ying felt he should escort them personally for this final leg.

The transport shuttle departed the Behemoth. In the distance, over fifty thousand warships hung silently. Halal's large fleet had arrived before Yang Ying’s.

Following the identification signals of the warships, the transport found the flagship situated in the center of the formation. Upon entering the flagship’s hangar bay, they saw Halal standing below with several high-ranking Kingdom military officers. Further back stood a complete welcoming formation. As the King and Queen stepped out of the shuttle, music immediately began to play from the formation, turning the hangar into a makeshift ceremony hall.

"Father! Mother!" Halal stepped forward two paces and knelt on one knee before the monarchs. The King and Queen advanced to help him up, and the three embraced—a scene of long-awaited reunion!

Yang Ying heard a soft sob nearby. He turned to see Yidni, covering her nose with a handkerchief, clearly overcome with emotion. Noticing Yang Ying watching, she immediately turned her head away, hiding her face from him.

The royal family conversed for some time before remembering Yang Ying was still present. Halal approached, leading the nearby officers and the welcoming formation in a collective salute toward Yang Ying, thanking him sincerely for his efforts. Yang Ying offered a few congratulatory words, then reminded them that this was not the planet Phynis, and they were not yet truly safe.

The royal family clearly felt the same way, accepting the suggestion smoothly. Yang Ying left the King, Queen, and Yidni behind, returning to the Behemoth via the medical transport shuttle. Then, the entire fleet restarted its engines, entering hyperspace on its course back toward Phynis. If you wish to know what happens next, please visit [URL Placeholder], where more chapters await. Support the author, support legitimate reading!