At this moment, the Old Emperor inside the tent was already starving. Su Juan came in to deliver the meat and was about to leave, but the Old Emperor kept her there.
Su Juan looked around, [The Old Emperor sure is privileged; even his tent is several times larger than ours.]
The Old Emperor, eating the meat, glanced at her, "Asking you to grill meat for me really wrongs you."
Su Juan had a flattering smile on her face, "Your Majesty overestimates me. Serving Your Majesty is my duty as a minister, and being able to grill meat for Your Majesty is my honor."
The Old Emperor squinted, this girl is improving. How long has she been working with the Chief Secretary's daughter, and she already knows how to speak properly.
The next second, Su Juan's inner voice echoed.
[The Old Emperor knows how to make people feel wronged?]
The Old Emperor: "?"
[All day long, he just relies on his status to order people around. Has hands and feet but can't grill himself!?]
The Old Emperor: "..."
