When realizing that Emperor Guangxi was standing right next to him, the smile at the corners of Song Wei's lips gradually faded. He didn't deliberately sit upright pretending to be obedient, nor did he nervously pick up his pen to feign thought.
He had already finished writing, and besides, the emperor had been standing there for quite a while, probably seeing all his absent-minded expressions. Now trying to make amends was futile, so he simply did nothing, acting oblivious.
Emperor Guangxi indeed stood there for a long time. He noticed Song Wei was daydreaming, but he didn't say a word, intending to scare the brat a bit and see how he'd react after realizing he was the emperor.
As a result, there was none of the expected shock and surprise. Just as a few years ago, a few years later, this rascal remained the same, seeing the emperor as casually as seeing his own father, without even a change in breath.
Emperor Guangxi stood there questioning his life, doubting his own charm.
