Leng Yu Yan didn't agree directly, only saying, "We'll see."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor didn't get angry, and smiled, "Alright, I shall wait."
Meanwhile, Consort Xian led the Daoist-robed man into an empty room in the rear hall.
Shortly, Ye Zhengmo strolled in, "Mother, what do you seek me for?"
As he asked, he noticed how intimate his mother was with the old man in the robe, which made him frown.
Seeing her son standing at a distance, Consort Xian waved her hand, "Come over quickly!"
Ye Zhengmo asked again, "What is it, Mother?"
Consort Xian stepped forward, grabbed Ye Zhengmo's arm, and said, "Kneel down quickly."
Ye Zhengmo was puzzled, "Why should I kneel?"
Kneeling to an old man, what is that for?
Consort Xian scolded, "You child, if your mother tells you to kneel, you kneel!"
Ye Zhengmo stood motionless, refusing to kneel no matter how his mother pulled.
Consort Xian, angry and shaking, said, "Do you not want to become Emperor anymore?"
