Emperor Xuanwu looked at Mu Yan with a numb expression, unable to utter a single word.
Mu Yan said sternly, "Now get up and draft the imperial decree."
Emperor Xuanwu was lifted up like a lost dog by Eunuch Li.
All the paper, ink, brush, and inkstone were set up; Mu Yan dictated one word at a time, and Emperor Xuanwu wrote them down.
Emperor Xuanwu had never imagined that Eunuch Li was actually a martial arts master; after all these years, Mu Yan's intentions were truly terrifying.
How many people in Nanjin were his?
Even Eunuch Li, who had been with him for twenty years, turned out to be a hound for Mu Yan.
Mu Yan's power was like a deeply rooted tree, firmly entrenched in the land of Nanjin.
Desperately, Emperor Xuanwu thought: none of his four sons was a match for Mu Yan.
However, the decree Mu Yan had him write today was incomprehensible to him.
Did Mu Yan have a grudge against Zhan Lan?
Why do this!