At this moment, Li Yue was prostrate on the ground, not daring to show any change in expression.
However, his body was trembling slightly, and beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead.
"Aiqing, you may rise..."
Li Yue's entire body shivered, and his body felt stiff and unresponsive. Yet he forcibly controlled himself to stand up, head lowered.
"What's the matter, Mr. Li, are you feeling unwell? I will have the Imperial Physician take a good look at you."
"Your servant, my body is fine."
Li Yue raised his head, his expression calm, but inside he was roaring madly.
Before him wasn't the Emperor Wuxing known for his civil and martial governance, but a little girl in a dragon robe.
He recognized that little girl; she was the Ninth Princess of the Emperor.
And at this moment, the composed Emperor was crawling at the feet of the Ninth Princess clad in the dragon robe.
