"How do you feel, Hanton?"
"Your Majesty," Yang Ming frowned and said, "I'm not very accustomed to the environment here."
"Haha, I can tell," the Emperor replied with a smile, "with those old cronies around just now, I couldn't show you too much care... Would you attack me, Hanton?"
"How could I possibly... Your Majesty, I am loyal to the Empire."
The Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly, "Everyone standing in front of me has said similar things, come over here, I have something to discuss with you."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming stood up and walked past the intermingled bodies, heading straight to the Emperor's seat without looking to the side.
The Emperor pushed away the maid in his arms, leaving only two maids standing behind him.
Several maids began pushing a heavy sofa; seeing this, Yang Ming extended his right hand proactively, slightly activating his spiritual power, causing the sofa to slide over by itself.
