Yang Ming thought carefully, "In the short term, a political marriage does have benefits, but in the long term, it's detrimental to our plans."
"Mm," Edwan said, "I want to announce the establishment of a military-political-economic alliance in advance, taking advantage of the ongoing impact of the insect plague. This way, we still have a plausible reason."
"The conditions aren't quite ripe yet."
"Ming, if we wait until our conditions are mature, we might miss this opportunity."
Edwan shook his head gently, took an alcohol drink from a passing tracked robot's back, and said softly,
"We should be decisive, and not wait until the Empire fully recovers.
"I've already made arrangements with the Foreign Affairs Bureau. When we first announce the alliance, we won't abandon the title of the Imperial Affiliated Countries."
Yang Ming rubbed his brow, still somewhat doubtful.
The Imperial Defense System was indeed too powerful.
