The portly, refined middle-aged man behind shook his head.
Thus, the words "Your Majesty" were mouthed but silent.
Mr. Wang's expression changed, first showing reverence, then realization, and finally a mixture of respect and apprehension within a mere moment. It felt like he was desperately trying not to let Chen Yi recognize the identity of the man who borrowed the road, but more like he was letting that man see that he was trying not to let Chen Yi recognize the identity of the Emperor.
Where the imperial entourage is, there are imperial gates everywhere, Chen Yi suddenly understood this meaning.
"For Mr. Cheng's sake, I'll let you go worship Buddha, but quick there and back, don't disturb my old madam along the way." Mr. Wang snorted, shaking his obese body to make way.
Chen Yi turned back to glance, and the man behind nodded at him.
Without need for words, Chen Yi led the two women into the dilapidated Golden Immortal Temple.
