Wei Ting, his face a mask of defiant arrogance, followed the Emperor out of the Golden Throne Hall with large strides.
Emperor Wu Su's expression was chilling. He walked with such purpose that the palace attendants he passed all bowed their heads, held their breath, and scurried out of his way.
Once they reached the Diligent Governance Hall, Li Yuzong immediately led his attendants outside to stand guard.
Inside the hall, the Emperor and his subject exchanged a look.
Wei Ting lifted his robes and knelt. "Your General has been deeply offensive. I beg the Holy Emperor to forgive my transgressions."
Emperor Wu Su walked up the steps to the Dragon Chair and sat down, saying coolly, "Rise and speak."
Wei Ting stood up. Seeing the Emperor's expression had returned to normal, he wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart still racing from the performance.
He asked, "How was my performance just now? Did I fool all those old codgers?"
