Qiankun Hall.
Xiao Luming sat in the grand hall, his face longer than a donkey's.
All the palace attendants in the hall were trembling, not daring to breathe heavily.
The platter with the enticing aroma of lamb skewers was still sitting on the table.
The eunuch didn't dare to eat them.
He didn't even dare to suggest that His Majesty should eat.
For fear of flattering the wrong person.
He wondered why the Empress was so oblivious, failing to see through the Emperor's hypocrisy just moments ago.
The Emperor, as the sovereign of the nation, of course, has his dignity, how could he be so easily pleased?
Yet the Empress gave him not a shred of face.
Such suffocating tension persisted in the space.
"Take it away!" Xiao Luming suddenly spoke.
The eunuch was startled, quickly responded respectfully, "Yes."
Then he carried the platter of lamb skewers away.
Xiao Luming's Adam's apple visibly moved.
