Troublesome Disciple

A man seemingly in his thirties, dressed in regal robes of deep crimson and gold, flew toward the Su family's gates. His attire shimmered with intricate patterns of dragons, symbolizing his imperial status.

The guards saw the Qian Emperor and immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, none daring to defy his overwhelming presence. Though his pace appeared slow, each step carried him dozens of meters forward. 

In moments, he had arrived at the Su family's main mansion.

A butler standing at the door saw him and quickly bowed. 'Your Majesty, I'll inform Lady Su.'

As the butler prepared to enter, a voice interrupted him. "No need. I'm right here."

Su Liqiu stepped out of the mansion and met Qian Niu's expressionless gaze, a mixture of displeasure and resignation clouding her eyes.

"Your Majesty, to what do I owe the honor of your esteemed presence at my humble residence?" She asked softly.