Jing Jia naturally wasn't offended, and after he had said 'no need for ceremony,' Historian Wang was still kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and admitting his mistakes.
He was deeply remorseful: "I have always respected the Empress for her character; in years past, you accompanied the Emperor, making a home wherever you went, and managed affairs amidst the chaos of war."
"The Empress has always been the woman I most admire, but to think that one day the Empress would simply wear a veil and I wouldn't recognize her, I truly deserve to die."
Bai Xilie slightly furrowed his brow: "What do you mean by 'the woman you admire?' Enough of your nonsense, you have no business here. Step aside for now."
Historian Wang looked eagerly at Jing Jia.
Jing Jia stood upright, with a gentle smile.
"Lord Wang, you shouldn't blame yourself too much. I haven't seen you all for over a decade; not recognizing me is understandable."
