Nan Feng was kneeling, but her eyes were looking at him fearlessly, filled with curiosity, and her face was saying, "So this is what an emperor looks like."
"Both of you, rise," the emperor extended his hand in a gesture.
Ye Ge stood up, seeing that Nan Feng was still kneeling, he went to help her up.
Seeing Nan Feng continuously staring at the emperor, Ye Ge found it somewhat amusing, but still seriously explained to the Emperor: "My wife is just a little crude, she doesn't understand court etiquette. Please forgive her."
"No harm done," the Emperor smiled.
Upon hearing Ye Ge's words, Nan Feng felt a bit peeved – who was he calling a country bumpkin?
However, Nan Feng knew she shouldn't be gawking at the Emperor, so she decided not to explain further.
She had always been curious about the ancient emperors. Now that she finally met one, of course, she would want to take a longer look.
It was the same mentality as modern people vying to shake hands with a chairman.
