Over ten days later, Han Moze and the others returned to the capital.
Han Moze entered the imperial palace, sitting in the carriage.
Han Moxi waited outside the carriage. To his surprise, he saw Han Moze being carried out in a drunken mess, and couldn't help but be stunned. "Brother Jiuhua, what in the hell happened? How did my royal brother get so drunk?"
"You can probably guess what happened at his fight with that blond man!" Sighed Lian Jiuhua.
Han Moxi came to a sudden realization. "Don't t-tell me... My royal brother lost?"
The look on Han Moze's face suddenly fell. He furrowed his brows and swung Lian Jiuhua away, then walked alone into the Dark Moon Palace.
He walked up to the Dark Moon Palace, then spun around and gazed at the Fallen Phoenix Palace nearby.
"It's all your fault! Why did you have to bring it up? His Majesty's now in a worse mood!" said Lian Jiuhua, as he glared at Han Moxi.
