Gao Rou looked at the young emperor before him with a complicated expression.
When this emperor had first arrived in Luoyang, Gao Rou had merely thought him a fanciful dreamer who reached beyond his grasp. Believing he would get himself killed sooner or later, Gao Rou had kept his distance, afraid of being splashed with his blood.
But later, Gao Rou had increasingly sensed how extraordinary this fellow was, and gradually changed his opinion.
This fellow was clearly someone cut from the same cloth as Sima Yi!
The more Gao Rou looked at the emperor, the more he resembled Sima Yi.
Even his appearance bore some resemblance to Sima Yi.
Speaking of which, Cao Mao was partly responsible for Gao Rou's impulsiveness. Seeing someone younger than his own grandson accomplish such great things, how could Gao Rou possibly hold himself back?
He wanted to make a grand undertaking of his own, to show these young people the shock a formidable man from the previous era could deliver.
Today, his son Gao Dan had suddenly sent someone to tell him that the emperor wished to meet him. Gao Rou did not know why, but under the present circumstances, he had still decided to meet the emperor first and see what bullshit he had to say.
"Lord Gao!"
Cao Mao bowed to Gao Rou first, showing his respect for the veteran minister.
At Gao Rou's age, never mind being one of the Three Excellencies-even if he had been a commoner, Cao Mao would still have had to bow to him. After all, their Great Wei governed through morality, and respecting the elderly was one of its traditional virtues, a custom inherited from the Great Han.
Of course, that was provided a commoner could live to such an age. In these living conditions,