He walked with determined steps, an otherwise ordinary figure that appeared slightly larger beneath the loose robe.
The Emperor came to a stop before the two steps, with only a meter between him and Yang Ming.
Two maids followed closely, while another approached with trays in hand, subtly cornering Yang Ming.
Yang Ming chuckled inwardly.
If he truly intended to attack the Old Emperor, these biological energy responses, which were not even as good as Catherine's younger sister, could never stop him.
The Emperor picked up a medal from the tray, waved to Yang Ming,
"Come here, Hanton, don't be shy."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming lowered his head and took a step up the steps, slightly raising his head.
From this angle, he indeed felt the Old Emperor's kindness, the warmth, and goodwill in the Old Emperor's smile.
The Emperor pinned the medal onto Yang Ming's chest.
Elders, ministers, and generals beside them began to clap gently.
