At that moment, Ying Zheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Do you not have something to say to me?" Ying Zheng turned his head, a slight smile on his face.
"This..." Zhao Feng trailed off, feeling somewhat awkward.
Although he greatly respected Emperor Qin Shi Huang and could now be said to have successfully "met his idol," actually facing this charismatic ancestor left him at a loss for words. After all, this was a king. It was impossible to act as casually as one would with brothers and friends.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng smiled faintly. His gaze swept around before he casually chose a spot and sat down, waving at Zhao Feng.
"Sit," Ying Zheng said with a smile.
"The Great King may sit; this servant will stand," Zhao Feng replied, still mindful of his etiquette.
"When I tell you to sit, you sit," Ying Zheng glared.
There was no other choice. Zhao Feng sat down beside Ying Zheng.
