Three Imperial Edicts!

Looking at Bai Yang's strange expression, Huang Qiu smiled and said, "Young Master Bai, there's no need to doubt it. The imperial edict is genuine. It bears the words and deeds of the King and contains the National Fortune. It cannot be faked."

I wasn't doubting it. The golden imperial edict even had a dragon-shaped golden light flickering across it. Ordinary people couldn't make something like that, could they?

Muttering to himself, Bai Yang blinked and asked, "It's for me?"

"Correct."

"Is there some kind of ceremony?" Bai Yang asked after a moment's thought.

He couldn't help it. Whenever he watched TV, even ordinary people—and plenty of high-ranking officials—had to kneel before an imperial edict. And that wasn't all; they also had to set up an incense altar. In short, the whole thing was incredibly solemn.

"..." A strange look crossed Huang Qiu's face. He shook his head and said, "There's no need for any ceremony. Just take it, Young Master Bai."

No kneeling or anything? Then there was nothing to agonize over. If he'd had to kneel, Bai Yang probably wouldn't have even looked at it.

If Huang Qiu had known what he was thinking, who knew how he would have reacted?

Ordinary people might have no qualms about kneeling before King Chen; after all, rank and status were clear. But if King Chen dared to make a Heavenly Master kneel before him, that would probably be the end of his reign. If he angered a Heavenly Master and brought ruin upon the people, who would bear the blame?

"Then I'll take a look," Bai Yang said when he heard there was no special ceremony.

He was a little curious about imperial edicts in this world—how their contents differed from the edicts of ancient Huaxia on Earth, apart from