Next, his eyes shifted to the scholarly faction—the Chancellor, the ministers, and the high-ranking bureaucrats. Following their strict civilian etiquette, they were also on their knees, but their backs remained perfectly upright, their hands clasped tightly together in front of their chests with their heads merely lowered in a respectful angle.
Finally, the Emperor's gaze landed heavily on the military faction.
Every single battle-hardened general was down on one knee, their chests proud, holding the traditional half-knee martial stance. But as the Emperor's eyes scanned the row of burly, scarred warlords, his gaze suddenly halted.
He raised a sharp, intrigued eyebrow.
Standing right in the dead center of those mountain-like men was Heena.
