"..." Yan Anzhi reacted with a flush of colour to his face, whether it was from anger or embarrassment was unclear as he tried to speak, but no words came out. He looked rather stunned.
Was he not the Emperor? Or was the Regent King the Emperor? How dare he order him to kneel!
This was something he had not anticipated.
However, seeing the Regent King's fearsome and gloomy expression, his legs gave way.
Just as he was about to kneel, the Regent King moved to one side, revealing the portrait of his father, the late Emperor, hanging in the position where he was ordered to kneel.
Upon seeing the portrait, he became somewhat flustered, his initial anger replaced by confusion.
So, he was supposed to kneel to his father, Emperor.
He knew it, there was no way the Regent King would make him kneel to him, and this realization somewhat lessened his anger.
Just as he was starting to feel better, the Regent King's voice resounded from above him.
