Cheng Zhihai was just such a man.
Well-mannered, content with his lot, and treating the laws of Great Zhou as his own commandments.
It was precisely because of Cheng Zhihai's old-fashioned nature and meticulousness in everything he did that he had been appointed by Emperor Zhou as the Director of the Bureau of the Lamp.
Upon seeing Cheng Zhihai's guarded demeanor, Empress Wang's beautiful face betrayed a hint of surprise.
She hadn't expected that, before she'd even had a chance to speak to Cheng Zhihai, he would already exhibit such a wary attitude.
Empress Wang chuckled lightly, halted her steps, and did not approach Cheng Zhihai further, maintaining a distance of about ten feet.
"Mr. Cheng, I wish to ask you a few questions,"
"Would it be convenient for Mr. Cheng to answer?"
Upon hearing the words of Empress Wang, Cheng Zhihai hesitated for a moment.
After pondering for a while, he slowly nodded.
