62 Painful Choice II

After a long silence, the citizens started whispering among themselves. Pressured to do something, Meng Fuyao used a hand to cover part of her face and the other hand to clap the gavel onto the table. Then, she cleared her throat and called out, "Who are you and why have you come?"

She sneaked glances at Yuan Zhaoxu, unsure of what game he was trying to play as he simply smiled and answered slowly, "Sir…"

Meng Fuyao shuddered.

Not retreating, Yuan Zhaoxu lifted his robe sleeve in preparation to get down on his knees.

Meng Fuyao leaped from her seat, wanting to stop him but his movement turned out to be a false alarm. He had simply bent his knees a little and straightened them right up. He smacked his head, laughing. "Oh no, Sir, I've forgotten about my scholarly position. There's no need for me to kneel."