Lu Mingyuan's scrutinizing gaze soon caught the attention of the two Imperial Experts.
The man clad in Golden Battle Armor was the first to salute, saying:
"Imperial Guard, Blood Qilin Chi Ming Red, greets the Crown Prince."
The handsome Confucian Scholar also replied.
"Imperial Guard, Thousand Mechanism Rakshasa Zhong Yuli, greets the Crown Prince."
Both were very polite, not arrogant in the least, but rather courteous and respectful.
In fact, this was the standard attitude of Imperial Experts toward the Royal Family.
Lu Mingyuan, however, didn't take it at face value. 'This is just basic etiquette.'
'If Father Emperor wanted to move against me, they would take me down without a moment's hesitation. These aren't my Imperial Experts; they are the Emperor's Personal Guards.'
"You are both meritorious officials of our Great Yan. There is no need for such ceremony."
Lu Mingyuan smiled and helped the two men to their feet.
