"I am your Emperor, what are those ants outside to account for?"
"Those ants might not account for much, but at least, they all support the Third Prince, don't they?" The voice came from outside the door as An Jiuyue, accompanied by Qian Jiyun, walked into the sleeping chamber.
"You…"
The old emperor glared at An Jiuyue with hatred in his eyes.
How did this woman not die back then; truly hard to kill she was, or rather, it was the incompetence of his subordinates that allowed her to be alive and daring to stir trouble against him now.
"Your Majesty, you might as well write down what shouldn't be written," An Jiuyue said cheerfully, looking at the old emperor.
"Never!"
Grinding his teeth, the old emperor spat out two words.
"Oh."
An Jiuyue nodded her head and did not say anything further to him, instead, she turned her gaze to Eldest Brother Yan.
"Eldest Brother, how many pills did you give him just now?"
"One."
Eldest Brother Yan stated.
