At that moment, he was pleased.
"Someone come."
Hearing the old emperor's words, Eldest Brother Yan let out a light chuckle.
He immediately called for the attendant waiting outside, who was holding a tray with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and came straight to the table to set everything up.
"Your Majesty, please."
Upon seeing this, the old emperor felt a knot of anger in his heart.
Was he expected to write it down himself? Thinking about all those people he had cultivated, having to personally write it down for someone else, how could he not be angry?
But now that he himself was in the hands of this unfilial son, not writing was out of the question.
With a breath held in his chest, he slowly moved to the desk, trembling as he picked up the brush, and looked toward Eldest Brother Yan, taking a deep breath.
Eldest Brother Yan watched him closely, watched as he wrote down a string of estate names.
