The Old Emperor glanced at Revelle, then at Yang Ming, his eyes harboring a deeper meaning, and he smiled, "Come sit over here, Hanton, come by my side."
"Thank you."
Yang Ming did not salute militarily but instead bowed to the Emperor.
Two beautiful women, who had been waiting for a while, gracefully moved forward, one dressed in a bustier gown with transparent fabric, the other in a white long dress, both offering Yang Ming natural yet appropriate smiles.
They pulled out Yang Ming's chair; one aided him to take a seat while the other stood by waiting.
Yang Ming didn't even need to lift his chopsticks to eat; they managed everything for him.
The Emperor leaned toward Yang Ming with a smile, "I'm very happy that you could come."
"It's my honor to serve Your Majesty."
"If the Empire had more people like you, who possess great power or influence and also understand the need to adapt, how wonderful that would be."
