Upon seeing the Emperor enter, Song Nanzhen quickly rose to greet him, his expression respectful as he stood to the side.
Feng Yi raised a hand, gesturing for him to rise. "You may rise," he said with a smile. "There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to be so tense."
Song Nanzhen murmured his assent, but he clearly didn't dare to relax.
Song Yunzhao knew the distinction between sovereign and subject was no laughing matter. Her father would naturally not dare to show the slightest bit of disrespect in the Emperor's presence.
Unwilling to watch her father be so wary in front of the Emperor, she smiled and said, "It is about time for him to leave the palace. Our family is waiting for Father at home. That we, father and daughter, could meet today is all thanks to Your Majesty's grace. However, I cannot allow this to trouble Your Majesty further."
