Xie Anbai watched his departing figure with an indifferent gaze, then strode forward and slowly followed.
...
「Qiyuan Hall.」
The moment Xie Anjun stepped into the hall, he was met with the bitter smell of medicine.
Emperor Muwu was seated behind his grand desk.
Xie Anjun didn't dare lift his head for a proper look. He kept his eyes lowered as he walked to the center of the hall, where he knelt to offer his respects.
"Your humble servant greets you, Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
He pressed his forehead to the ground, a gesture of profound respect.
Emperor Muwu, however, offered no response. It was as if he hadn't heard Xie Anjun at all. He simply picked up a bowl of freshly brewed medicine that had just been brought to him.
In the silent hall, every minute sound and movement was amplified.
