Emperor Xuan tapped the armrest. "I have heard a lot about you, Yang Xian."
"It's an honor for someone so powerful as you to remember a lowly person like me, Your Majesty." Yang Xian cupped his hands and bowed politely. His expression was completely proper as if he was truly thankful for the Emperor.
However, who didn't know that everyone here put on a mask on their faces? What they show, what they talked, and what they were thinking, could be completely different. It was hard to guess what the other person really wanted from them.
Emperor Xuan laughed.
"Well, well, let's start with the main reason for us to call you here."
He waved his hand and Prime Minister Wei walked forward. He was holding a scroll in his hand that he opened and read.
