'But these have nothing to do with me.'
Yang Ming reminded himself in secret.
Countdown, three minutes.
Yang Ming roughly estimated the time, resisting the urge to check his watch, meticulously performing the duty of guarding the palace gate while pondering the lines he needed to use next.
'Your Majesty, are you injured? I am Yang Ming from the Fourth Squad of the Fourth Corps!'
Uh, is it too simplistic to say it like that?
No need, just the first half of the sentence is sufficient, adding a bit more concern and a few more inquiries in the tone would suffice.
An emperor of a nation, even if a good-for-nothing decades ago, would have become an old fox by now, surely able to discern people's intentions.
Yes, I mustn't overdo it; leaving a decent first impression on the emperor is enough. The rest should be realized through the Second Prince.