Ye Jun had no clue how to behave before Prince Zhao, a member of the Imperial Clan. He had never been that good with such things, even if he often used these tactics to get his target, so he decided to let Liangxue take the lead on this.
If he said the wrong thing, the Song Clan would be the ones dealing with the consequences.
'I guess I should be glad I married into the North. I'd probably die from exhaustion in any other region.'
When they reached the Imperial Prince, they both bowed respectfully and greeted, "Greetings, Prince Zhao."
The fierce aura surrounding the middle-aged prince eased the moment his gaze fell on them.
Prince Zhao's eyes settled on Song Liangxue first. The cold composure expected of the Vermilion Throne's representative dissolved, replaced by a quiet warmth. It was an expression utterly out of place on a late-stage Ruler Realm expert seated at a table of state, yet he made no attempt to hide it.
