Chapter 17

• The room was adorned with the aroma of freshly brewed tea and the tantalizing scent of delicacies laid out on ornate trays. Wang Zhenyi reclined in his seat, his posture relaxed, one leg crossed casually over the other, as if he were lounging in his private chambers rather than the imperial court.
• As King Wang made his entrance, his eyes fell upon the scene before him: the emperor, seemingly devoid of the regal dignity befitting his station, instead adopting the demeanor of a carefree bystander. It was a stark contrast to the solemnity and decorum expected in the presence of royalty, leaving King Wang momentarily taken aback.
• "Is that the demeanor befitting an emperor?" King Wang's voice reverberated with a mixture of frustration and authority.