A middle-aged uncle nearby began to clap.
The applause from various parts enveloped Yang Ming like waves, and projections of petals dancing around appeared inside the hall.
The Old Emperor slowly stood up from his throne, clapping with a smile.
Yang Ming couldn't help but feel slight ripples in his heart.
Unfortunately, none of this was enjoyable for him.
A maid bowed and gestured him to follow; Yang Ming walked along the red carpet.
Nobles, with genuine and enthusiastic smiles, especially the young girls brought by their parents to today's banquet, stared intently at the handsome face of "Hanton, the Honorary Earl."
He walked dozens of steps forward until he reached the throne.
The clapping inside the hall gradually ceased, and the nobles moved forward, gathering behind Yang Ming.
Yang Ming had received the script from the court etiquette officer the previous night and now had to recite it emotionally.
