"Your humble son, pays respects to Mother Empress!"
Kunyuan Palace, the Crown Prince bowed deeply, his long sleeves touching the ground, showing utmost sincerity.
Empress Qiao was sipping a bowl of perfectly cooked, tender snow clam. Facing the Crown Prince's bow, she showed no reaction and continued sipping.
The Crown Prince dared not rise, maintaining the posture with his long sleeves touching the ground.
Despite the hot weather, the Crown Prince managed to hold this position for half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before sweat began to bead on his forehead.
Only then did Empress Qiao slowly lift her gaze to him.
"Oh? Why hasn't the Crown Prince risen yet? Get up quickly!"
"Thank you, Mother Empress!"
Qi Junji stood up, full of respect.
