Vice Minister Mr. Hong shielded it, refusing to agree no matter what. Even though the crops in this field belonged to Chun Mian, Vice Minister Hong made it clear that he was tossing his dignity aside—she could do whatever she wanted, but he wasn't giving them up!
"We must have a taste. If the texture is good, We will promote it next year!" The Emperor arrived right at this moment. His resonant voice rang out from behind, startling Vice Minister Hong so much he nearly face-planted. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, turning around to bow in greeting. Chun Mian also curtsied. The Emperor was currently anxious to see the corn's yield per acre, so he didn't mind her slight lack of formal etiquette.
