When Jiang Jiamian stepped into the imperial study, he saw the middle-aged emperor sitting behind the imperial desk with a stinky face.
Jiang Jiamian was amused.
Did this old guy want to give him a blow?
Jiang Jiamian still held the clothes in his arms and saluted the emperor without changing his expression, "I see you, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty."
The Emperor's eyes fell firmly on his face. He stared at him as if he wanted to see some panic or restlessness on his face, but unfortunately, those things were destined not to appear on Jiang Jiamian's face.
The emperor saw his indifferent expression, and then his eyes fell on his arms, "What is Teacher Jiang carrying?"
Jiang Jiamian lowered his head, smiled, and said calmly, "Clothes."