The Stubborn Old Man Deng Jiugong

The moment You Hun heard that extremely familiar voice, the fawning smile plastered across his face froze solid. A shudder ran through him, and with a thud, he dropped squarely to his knees.

"Y-Y-Y—Your Majesty?! This humble minister, You Hun, pays respects to Your Majesty!"

Deng Jiugong, who had just been about to pour tea, was also greatly startled. He whipped around, and when he saw the face of the person who had come, his body shook hard.

The last time he had entered Chaoge to see Di Xin had been when Di Xin had just ascended the throne.

Back then, though Di Xin had been heroic and martial, his face had still carried a trace of the youthfulness of one newly seated upon the great treasure.

But now...

Deng Jiugong lifted his head and looked at the man striding toward him.

Though he wore only a plain and elegant set of brocade robes, the supreme domineering aura condensed from years upon years of standing above others was like an insurmountable mountain.

Simply by standing there, he seemed to make the surrounding air freeze completely.

Especially those deep, pitch-black eyes—one casual sweep from them was enough to make Deng Jiugong, an old general who had rolled through mountains of blades and seas of blood, unable to stop himself from feeling the urge to immediately prostrate on the ground and worship him.

What overwhelming majesty that could swallow mountains and rivers! This was the bearing of a Human Emperor truly capable of ruling all under heaven!

Deng Jiugong was deeply shaken. Not daring to show the slightest neglect, he hurriedly bowed in full ceremony.

"This last general, Deng Jiugong, pays respects to Your Majesty! May Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"

Di Xin walked to the seat of honor and stopped,