Madam Xia sat in the middle with a blank expression.
Eunuch Lu, who was deeply afraid that the Emperor would start a massacre, had rushed over to dissuade him.
When he raised his head, he saw the Emperor who had looked like he wanted to fight and kill just now.
He was carrying a basin of foot washing water and placing it in front of Madam Xia.
Eunuch Lu: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Didn't I come to persuade His Majesty?
Why was the tall, mighty, and domineering man submissively serving water for his feet while His Majesty was smiling obsequiously?
Madam Xia did not dare to let the Emperor wash her feet.
He was so scared that he shivered.
Lu Huaijiang clenched her fists lightly. If the immortal grass came back and knew that she had humiliated her family, she would probably resent him.
He immediately felt a little anxious.
