283 Fatty Passes the Test

Tang Yuan was terrified. His grandfather had brought him to the entrance and gone back. He had left him to face the great Emperor on his own. So, the Fatty was extremely nervous.

"Stand up. Come; have a seat," The Emperor could not help but chuckle a smile after he saw Fatty cut such a sorry figure. His voice was affable as he waved his hand.

"Many thanks, Your Majesty." Tang Yuan used his plump hands to support himself as he crawled and stood up. He carefully wiped-away the sweat and cautiously moved to take a seat.

He didn't know whether it was intentional or not… but the court eunuch had moved a circular chair for him. Fatty found that the chair wasn't very big. A regular-sized person would've easily fit into the chair and would've sat in a relaxed manner. In fact, he would've had plenty of space left to spare. In case of Fatty on the other hand… fitting into that chair had become a very difficult task.