Zhao Douan walked out of Lihua Hall alone, lifting his feet to board the carriage of the "Female Prime Minister."
"Is everything arranged?" Mo Chou was closing her eyes in meditation, but she opened them to look up.
"Just laid down a few rules," Zhao Douan said with a smile.
"Why do it this way?" Mo Chou cut to the chase, "I mean, using Li Lang as a warning."
Zhao Douan replied indifferently,
"Just to show power. He has the biggest background and presented himself on our doorstep; there's no reason not to 'kill the chicken to scare the monkey.'"
Mo Chou stared at him, frowning:
"With your intelligence, there are better ways to establish authority and stabilize your position. At the very least, just having me appear by your side would suffice; even if Li Lang is foolish, he wouldn't publicly disrespect His Majesty in my presence.