"Thank you, Your Majesty." After Mo Lin, Yu Yuanzhen, and Mo Jia replied in unison, they rose together.
Mo Lin had arranged this sequence of movements with his uncle and younger uncle beforehand in the carriage, though persuading them to go along with it had been an arduous process.
As a modern man, although Mo Lin knew that kneeling was a grand gesture and not something to be done lightly, modern men had knelt before far too many things—durians, keyboards, remote controls, and the like. He had no psychological burden about doing it himself. Besides, kneeling on one knee was basically the highest form of etiquette toward royalty in this world, so Mo Lin felt even less bothered by it. Putting on a show for Dai Tianfeng and kneeling once to make him happy was no big deal.
But Yu Yuanzhen and Mo Jia were different. As old men who had lived in this world for decades, they were extremely sensitive about matters of etiquette. Yu Yuanzhen in particular had once been a sect master. Who had he ever bowed to in his life? Everyone knew that Yu Yuanzhen was straightforward and disdained smooth social maneuvering. Asking him to kneel, even as an act, was out of the question! Moreover, they were Title Douluo. That Title Douluo need not pay respects to anyone was an unwritten rule of this world. Asking them to suddenly break convention and kneel before an emperor was simply making things difficult beyond belief.
Over the past few days, Mo Lin had practically played a loop of Chinese sayings and proverbs such as "a true man knows when to bend and when to stand tall" and "a gentleman's heart can be great or small," twenty-four hours a day—except while he slept—before he barely managed to get