No Need to Kneel

"Let us welcome the great Emperor." Cheng Xin wore a classical fitted evening gown, her graceful figure exceptionally beautiful. She put on an impassioned, excited expression and called out to welcome the Emperor. But after shouting it, her hands and feet turned cold, and a chill seeped into her heart. It should not have been like this. All the spectators present were silent as cicadas, their faces dark and weary, their dissatisfied brows tightly furrowed as they stood in silence.