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Aurora's tone was full of pride, proud of her outstanding offspring.

"Of course, my legion is also excellent and outstanding. Among them, Carl is a master of single combat in the Second Legion. Brayme's military talent makes him my military advisor.

However, when he turned to Huile, he saw a slightly lonely face.

Hui Le said, "I don't have a legion. The gene seed of the 11th Legion has mutated and cannot be used."

Huile's words echoed in Horus' ears, and the guilt in Horus' heart appeared on his face.

Aurora sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere and quickly changed the subject, "Well, well, it's almost night, let's go watch the fireworks. Tonight's fireworks are stunningly beautiful. Those politicians specially ordered them from the Mechanicus to welcome the return of my father and the Horus brothers."

As she spoke, Aurora held Huile's arm and Horus' shoulder, fearing that they would leave because of their depressed mood.

She took them to the palace terrace to watch the upcoming magnificent fireworks.

On the terrace, they waited quietly until the first burst of fireworks shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire palace.

Colorful fireworks bloom in the night sky, like blooming flowers, embellishing the night sky with extraordinary beauty.

Horus was attracted by the beautiful scene. He wished it could continue like this, with his father and his mother whom he had never met but who was always thinking of him.

His sisters, it would be great if it could always be like this.

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The task of leading Horus to familiarize himself with the empire was given to Aurora. Hui Le came to the empire's office and met the two prime ministers of the empire.

"I'll take the position." Hui Le finished speaking.

Yuanming and Malcador looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be communicating silently.

"Please wait"

Yuanming pulled Malcador aside.

"What position do you think we should give her?"

"Give us nothing. The Primarch's rights are equal to ours. She will exercise the same power as we do."

"It's so enviable."

Yuanming didn't know how much effort he had put in to reach this position, but the Primarch could achieve it with just one sentence.

Malcador turned to face the Primarch, his aged face speaking to her, "You have the same rights as we do."

After a while, the two chancellors reached an agreement with the Primarch and decided to hand over the War Council to Hui Le for management.

Huile stood up from his chair, but turned back before leaving: "By the way, the two prime ministers."

Malcador and Yuanming turned to look at the Primarch.

"If I discover a problem in my position that must be resolved promptly, and I don't have time to report the specific situation to you directly in writing or verbally, can I exercise my autonomy?"

"Of course, Huile, you are a Primarch, a descendant of the Emperor. Even the proud Custodians represent the Emperor's will."

"Then I hope all of them can be cunning enough and leave no handle in front of me." Hui Le raised her eyebrows, pushed the door and walked out of the room. She was going to show her skills.

Behind her, Malcador blinked and sighed anxiously.

"This may cause a big uproar in the War Council, Senior."

Yuanming watched Malcador rise to his feet, leaning on his cane like a true old man. He then offered reassurance, "But judging by the Primarch's appearance, his enthusiasm will likely only last for three minutes. He'll definitely give up afterward."

Malcador said calmly, "But before that, I'll have to trouble you to work harder for this."

"No need for that, old man."

"Thank you, my friend."

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Chapter 53 The Empire is So Bloated

Huile came back angrily.

"I can't believe we have such a bloated political system, with the left and right chancellors of the empire, and this layer upon layer of extremely cumbersome bureaucracy."

Huile sat angrily opposite Yuanming and Makado, slamming the pile of documents in her hand heavily on the table. The documents scattered, just like her confused mood at the moment.

"Inefficient, wasteful, and useless. Most officials are idle. They're like human computers or printing presses, constantly processing meaningless documents. We don't lack sufficient arrays of thinkers to replace these repetitive tasks."

Yuanming just looked up at her, with a hint of helplessness and understanding in his eyes, but he did not speak. He allowed the original body Huile to continue to vent his dissatisfaction and anger, and then lowered his head to change the government affairs.

Macador sat quietly aside, listening to Huile's complaints. After all, it was Yuanming who was doing the work. He was still too young and needed more training. It was always good to do more work.

"Father and Mother, as the Emperor and Regent of Mankind, naturally occupy the highest political positions. However, below them lie the two of you."

"As one of the left and right chancellors of the empire, your duties should be to assist your father and govern the country. Then there are the parallel War Council and the Adeptus Mechanicus. Let's leave the Adeptus Mechanicus aside for now. The War Council alone is nothing more than a fat, bloated pig, devouring the empire's resources without producing much useful material."

Huile became increasingly excited as she spoke. She pointed to the organizational chart on the wall of their room. "The Xingju Court, Xingyu Court, Administrative Court, and Legal Court—these departments are already numerous and complex. And under the Administrative Court, there are also Finance, Human Resources, Military Affairs, and Foreign Affairs, among many other departments. Each department has its own set of rules and procedures, which makes it dizzying."

"Take the Military Affairs Department, for example. Since the Mortal Auxiliary Army is subject to the Military Affairs Department in terms of recruitment, training, promotions, organization, logistics, and so on, then why do the Tactical Office and Zhongsi Academy, which are subordinate to the Military Affairs Department, in turn, submit to the Defense Army's commander-in-chief? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

Malcador finally spoke, and he slowly explained:

"This is to prevent individuals from seizing too much power, leading to over-centralization of military strength and thus affecting the progress of the Great Crusade."

"The Military Affairs Department is responsible for specific military operations and troop management, while the Commander-in-Chief of the Defense Force is responsible for overall strategic planning and command coordination."

"The Tactics Office and the Chung Tsuku Academy are subordinate to the Defense Forces' General Command to ensure that military education and tactical research are closely aligned with strategic needs."

"But we've set up a liaison office just for this purpose, just to allow the auxiliary commanders of different units to meet and communicate? Doesn't this add another layer of bureaucracy?"

Huile questioned.

"The existence of the liaison office is indeed necessary."

“It coordinates auxiliary corps command between different units and ensures a smooth flow of information. While it adds layers of management, it also improves overall operational efficiency,” Machado explained.

"But why doesn't the Liaison Office report to the Commander-in-Chief of the Defense Force, but instead reports to the Secretary of the General Document Bureau? Isn't this going in circles again?" Hui Le asked.

"Because their communications and plans require written documentation, and that's the responsibility of the General Documentation Bureau," Macador explained patiently. "The General Documentation Bureau is responsible for processing all documents and reports related to military operations, ensuring the accuracy and completeness of the information. The Liaison Office reports to the Secretary of the General Documentation Bureau to ensure that the transmission and recording of information are in accordance with regulations."

"But the archive clerk who is responsible for summarizing and organizing the information is directly responsible to the Administrative Court?! Doesn't this complicate things again?" Hui Le felt very confused.

"Of course, the Administrative Tribunal needs to be informed of the Ministry of Military Affairs' actions and plans so that it can approve the formal movement of the troops based on the feedback from the various battlefields," Malcador continued. "This is a necessary process. Although it may seem cumbersome, it ensures that the military operations of the entire Empire are under control."

Huile felt like she was about to suffocate to death. She unbuttoned her collar, took a deep breath, and then continued asking:

"Then what about these departments? The Administrative Court Audit Corps, the Political Commissar's Office, the Engineering Corps, the Labor Corps, the Siege Auxiliary Corps, and the Pioneer Corps—why do they report to the Defense Army Commander-in-Chief, the Secretary of the General Document Bureau, and the Chief of the Administrative Court, respectively, instead of reporting directly to the Ministry of Military Affairs?"

"Because they have different responsibilities," Macador explained. "The Audit Corps is responsible for auditing the finances and material use of the Military Affairs Department, ensuring the proper allocation and use of resources. The Political Commissar's Office is responsible for the army's political work and ideological development. The Engineering Corps, Labor Corps, Siege Auxiliary Corps, and Pioneer Corps are each responsible for different military engineering and logistical support tasks. These departments determine their superior departments based on their responsibilities, so not all matters can be handled by the Military Affairs Department."

"But the General Office of Documents and the Commander-in-Chief of the Defense Force are subordinate departments of the Administrative Court!" Hui Le felt even more confused.

"Yes. After receiving the documents, they will first conduct preliminary processing and then submit them to the Administrative Court for approval and decision-making," Malcador said. "Although it may seem a bit complicated, it is also to ensure the normal operation of the political and military systems of the entire empire."

"...And then we have to do the same thing in all the other star regions recovered in the Great Expedition?" Hui Le felt dizzy. She held the table with her hands and asked in a trembling voice.

Malcador nodded affirmatively, which made one-third of the Primarchs feel a sense of despair.

"Mother!"

In the Imperial Chancellor's office, one-third of the Primarchs erupted in wailing.

She was originally seeking a job that was second only to the emperor, so that she could stay in Terra and avoid being dependent on her brothers and sisters. After all, her unscrupulous father would definitely make the most of her.

However, he did not expect that the Empire's political system was so complicated and cumbersome that even the Primarch felt he had no idea where to start.

"The Lord gave us a mission and left." Yuan Ming, hearing the Primarch's cry, suddenly raised his head from his work and said, "Is there anything you want to tell the Lord? I can convey it for you."

"unnecessary."

Huile shook her head slightly, a slightly sarcastic smile playing on her lips. She thought Yuanming's idea was ridiculous. He actually thought that he, like her, needed to come to see his mother under the pretext of reporting work.

As the Primarch and the extremely noble daughter of the Regent of the Human Empire, it was a natural and easy thing for Hui Le to see her mother and talk to her.

Why should we be like him and find a high-sounding excuse?

That's right, he is a servant after all.

But the dissatisfaction in her heart surged like a tide, and she decided not to continue to dwell on this boring topic.

She wanted to go directly to her mother, the Regent of the Human Empire, and tell her about her dissatisfaction with the various unreasonable phenomena in the empire's political departments.

Huile stood up and gracefully adjusted her clothes and hair. Every movement revealed her dignity and elegance as a Primarch.

Then, without looking back, she left the depressing and bloated room.

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Chapter 54 Are You the Primarch?

Huile slowly walked to her mother's solemn and magnificent palace, her heart full of bitterness that she wanted to confide to the imperial regent - her own mother.

After all, she is not an orphan with no one to rely on, and her mother is not an ordinary person. This blood-related closeness is the harbor where she seeks comfort and understanding.

"After all, I am not a lonely person, and my mother is not an ordinary person. How can I not open my heart to her and tell her about my distress?" Hui Le thought to himself, with determination and relief flashing in his eyes.

In his eyes, those who silently carry all the burdens on their shoulders, bury the pain deep in their hearts, chew it over alone countless times, but keep silent for the so-called dignity, are so foolish.

They seem to imprison themselves in a silent world, allowing their inner struggles and contradictions to spread unchecked until they push themselves into an even more isolated situation.

"The mouth is a sacred organ given to us by God to taste food, express emotions, and communicate. If you don't use it to convey your thoughts and express your pain, how can you expect others to understand your difficulties and give you the care and support you deserve?" Hui Le sighed softly.

It would be foolish if the last brothers she had were the ones who had things they couldn't say.

"Huile!"

Aurora's shout made her stop. Aurora walked quickly, followed closely by Horus. It was obvious that she had already taken Horus to visit most of the empire.

"I'm planning to take Horus to meet my mother, are you too?" Aurora asked with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Huile smiled and nodded, greeting Horus politely.

Afterwards, the three Primarchs walked into the palace together. The palace was quiet and there was no sign of guards. They arrived at their mother's bedroom unhindered.

Inside the bedroom, a movie was playing on a projector, and the Primarchs were stunned by the scene, yet felt it made sense.

Horus could hardly believe his eyes as he saw the Emperor crush a walnut in his hands, pick out the crumbs, and then intimately hand the kernel to the woman, but the woman pushed it aside with a look of disgust.

The Primarch felt the resonance of blood, and next to the Emperor was his mother.

However, Aurora's gaze did not linger on this scene. Her eyes fell angrily on the seat next to her mother.

There sat a Space Marine of about the same height as an Astartes, and a thought flashed through Aurora's mind: "Who do you think you are, sitting here?"

She quickly stepped forward, walked up to the Space Marine, and demanded, "Are you the Primarch?"

Aurora's appearance and her questioning stunned the Emperor, Xi and Alpharius who were sitting in their seats.

They wondered in their hearts, could it be that Aurora had discovered something?

Alpharius denied it uncertainly, "No." There was a tremor in his voice. He really wanted to admit the identity of the Primarch!

Aurora lifted Alpharius from his seat and threw him to the ground with a hint of contempt. Then she sat in the seat herself and said, "You are not the Primarch, how dare you sit here? Go to the projector and make sure it doesn't get into any accidents, or I will not forgive you."

Alpharius got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner and ran to the projector in a dejected manner.

He felt an urge to tell everyone present that he was the Primarch, but he finally held himself back.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at the Emperor was full of resentment.

The Emperor felt the resentful gaze of Alpharius, who was sitting next to the projector, and felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze.

"My children, come in, let's watch a movie together." Xi saw Horus and Hui Le at the door and waved with a smile.

Horus looked at his mother up close for the first time and found that she was so gentle and beautiful, only slightly inferior to his father.

Xi stood up. She really didn't want to sit with the Emperor, so she stood up and Horus came over to sit in her original seat.

"Horus, my first son, come and sit here and let your mother take a good look at you." Xi said gently.

Horus had never heard his mother speak so tenderly before, and he walked over and took his seat.

On one side was the Emperor, and on the other was the Imperial Regent. He suddenly felt that watching the fireworks with his sisters last night was not the happiest moment, but now was.

Huile didn't want to sit next to the Emperor. After all, he had seen the Emperor's biological father when he was a child. He snatched milk and the rocking chair and hasn't returned them yet.

But the side closest to the mother was already occupied by Aurora.

She could only look at Aurora pitifully and said in a pinched voice, "I want to sit on your lap."

Aurora nodded and agreed to Hui Le's request. No one could refuse the Primarch's coquettishness.

Huile sat on her lap and felt the intimate contact between their skins. Both of them seemed to like this feeling a little.

The entire bedroom was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, except for Alpharius who was standing next to the projector.