Ye Ningjie's expression suddenly turned ugly. What did the damn emperor come for?
The emperor's entourage had reached behind her. However, she did not turn around or turn her head. She just stared flatly at the herbs on the table.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wen immediately stood up from his seat and bowed respectfully to Huang Feiyu. "Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty..."
"Get up." Huang Feiyu's voice was calm and full of masculine energy.
Jiang Wen got up. He paused for a moment, then looked at Ye Ningjie. His brows creased slightly. "Miss Ning, why don't you greet His Majesty?"
Ye Ningjie secretly clenched her fists. Her eyes were closed. A few moments later, she took a deep breath before finally getting up from her seat. She lowered her head and turned to face the emperor.
She was about to greet him, but her tongue was stiff. She was reluctant to greet and bow to the person who had slaughtered her family. Finally, she just kept quiet.
