Zhao Yin shivered all over, finally realizing that the person in front of him was the supreme Emperor. Although usually kind to him, it didn't mean he could cross the line.
Recently, he had gotten too comfortable around the Emperor, forgetting the saying that serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.
The Emperor's shout startled him so much that his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees with a thud: "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! I had an urgent matter and rashly barged in. Please give me another chance, Your Majesty, I won't dare next time."
After saying this, he repeatedly kowtowed, his head knocking heavily against the ground, as if unaware of the pain, until blood began to seep from his forehead.
Seeing this, the Emperor's anger finally subsided a bit, and he asked coldly, "What's so urgent that you came looking for me? What happened?"
"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened."
"What exactly?"
"The Insect People, the Insect People are missing."
