"Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty."
Long Rui only clasped his hands in salute and did not perform the kneeling rite.
At this moment, The Emperor was in an exceptionally good mood, not as stifled as usual. Clearly, he hated Long Rui to the bone in his heart, yet still had to pretend that ruler and subject were in perfect harmony on the surface—truly a painful act.
The Emperor's eyes curved into slits from smiling, crow's feet all coming out, practically able to crush an elephant to death.
"Beloved Minister Long, no need for excessive ceremony." The Emperor was grinning from ear to ear.
In the end, he turned his head and said to Eunuch Li, "Eunuch Li, grant the Prince a seat."
"Yes!"
Eunuch Li quickly moved over a stool, placed it behind Long Rui, and said with a smile, "Prince, please sit."
As the saying goes, when someone fawns on you for no reason, they're either a traitor or a thief.
