An Encounter with His Majesty

A riot of colorful flowers filled her vision, competing in splendor. A vermilion corridor stretched over the jade-green lake, winding and twisting.

A breeze swept past, scattering petals like rain.

Countless young palace maids in colorful robes moved among them, their laughter faintly drifting over.

"Taiye Pool lies ahead."

Cui Yuan pointed at the shimmering expanse of water before them. "The Martial Temple is north of the pool. Distinguished people often come to admire the scenery around Taiye Pool, so if you offend anyone..."

Before he could finish.

A group of people suddenly rounded the corner of the corridor ahead.

Cui Yuan's body went rigid.

What the fuck!

Speak of the devil!

"Your subject, Cui Yuan, deputy general of the Demon Suppression Office, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Without a second thought, Cui Yuan stepped aside, cupped his fists, and bowed.

He looked as though he wanted to bury his head between his legs.

Jiang Yuechu's expression shifted slightly.

The Emperor of Great Tang?

Fortunately, under Great Tang law, armored military officers did not kneel when meeting the emperor. The Demon Suppression Office patrolled the realm for demons and monsters, wielding the authority to execute first and report afterward, so they only needed to perform a military salute.

Following Cui Yuan's example, she cupped her fists and bowed as well, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Your subject, Jiang Yuechu of the Longyou Commandery, pays her respects to Your Majesty."

The young emperor halted.

His gaze did not linger on Cui Yuan, instead falling upon Jiang Yuechu.

"From Longyou?"

Cold sweat poured down Cui Yuan's back as he hurriedly answered, "In reply to Your Majesty, yes. Langjiang Jiang has rendered outstanding meritorious service and has been specially permitted to enter the capital to seek a Spirit Imprint from the Martial Temple."