Zhao Xinhuai bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"Let him in."

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes, waved and said.

Zhao Xinhuai agreed and slowly stepped back.

Soon, Ye Qing, the head of the Thirteen Golden Cavalry Guards, slowly walked into the study and bowed respectfully to Zhu Di.

"Ye Qing, who is of humble rank, is here to meet His Highness the King of Yan!"

Looking at Ye Qing kneeling in front of him, Zhu Di had no expression on his face. He just looked at him quietly without saying a word, as if he wanted to see something.

Ye Qing knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, and lowered his head slightly, motionless, but sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"What are you nervous about?"

Zhu Di looked at Ye Qing for a long time and finally spoke, with a hint of condescending dignity in his words.

"No...no..."

Ye Qing swallowed nervously, shook his head and replied.

"If not, why are you hesitating? There is even sweat on your forehead. Could it be that you are feeling guilty?"

Zhu Di stared at Ye Qing's face and asked every word.

"I haven't seen His Highness for a long time. As a minister, I should be in awe!"

Ye Qing cupped his hands and said loudly.

After hearing Ye Qing's answer, Zhu Di frowned slightly, then curled his lips and smiled, an intriguing look flashed across his face...


Chapter completed!