Inside the grand hall.
Between An Ning's arrival and Bai Mowan's recent visit, Xiao Jinxing's attitude showed a stark contrast.
Even An Luming noticed the unusual demeanor of his father, the emperor.
He set aside the partly reviewed petitions, and his already upright posture now seemed even more meticulously correct, as if he was deliberately showing that his royal demeanor could not lapse for even a moment.
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty," An Ning saluted.
She told herself to adapt to the customs.
During her half-year contract with Xiao Jinxing in the Imperial Palace, she tried to accommodate him.
She only hoped he would keep his word.
"Rise," Xiao Jinxing said hastily.
An Luming felt his father almost had the impulse to personally help his mother rise.
"Luming, why are you not saluting your mother?" Xiao Jinxing commanded.
An Luming frowned.
Just now, what that lady said clearly concerned him, yet his father hadn't allowed him to speak a single word.
