Isn't Little Ninth Too Shameless?

The red carpet stretched from the steps to the palace. From the outside, the entire palace looked silver, but inside, it was all plated with gold. Walking on the red-printed carpet, Beiting Huang glanced at the people standing on both sides of the carpet. They were wearing court robes that looked like priest robes. On the throne, the emperor was dressed in a silver archbishop-like robe and had a crown embedded with various gems on his head. His face looked a little fat, causing his face, which originally resembled Chu Feng's, to completely lose its shape.

Changting walked up to the emperor and bowed to him. He turned around and saw that Beiting Huang was still standing behind him, brazenly observing the emperor sitting on the throne. He couldn't help but be furious.

"Why aren't you kneeling when you see my emperor?"

Beiting Huang glanced at Changting indifferently and shook his head slowly. "Kneel? I've never knelt to anyone before. I don't know how to kneel!"