Zhang Feng took a glance.
His father, the Emperor, was standing in front of a bookshelf, reading a book, his familiar back facing him.
Zhang Feng was already accustomed to this, and he greeted his father with the expected respectful gesture,
"Your son pays respects to Father Emperor!"
"Hmm." The Emperor didn't shift his gaze from the book, "What brings you here?"
"Your son has returned," Zhang Feng spoke honestly, "and has come to pay respects to Father Emperor."
"Oh." The Emperor continued reading, flipping the pages quickly, his thoughts clearly not on the book.
The silence lingered for about a minute.
Finally, the Emperor spoke, "What brings you here?"
'Didn't he just ask that?' Zhang Feng paused for a moment but replied respectfully, "Your son has returned today and came to see Father Emperor."
