Hearing this "Your Majesty," Yan Nanchen quieted down, his gaze sharply fixed on the disheveled figure on the bed, and then he sneered coldly, "Yan Anzhi, I won't kill you today."
"But!"
That twist scared Yan Anzhi so much he trembled like a sieve.
Yan Nanchen spoke with disdain on his face, "Yan Anzhi, you've brought shame upon Great Nan. I won't kill you, but now you must crawl out of here and kneel outside the palace gates all night. After I ascend to the throne tomorrow, considering the brotherly bond we share, I'll spare your life!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Maj—terrifying Majesty!"
At this point, Yan Anzhi was not in a position to care about dignity; as long as he could save his life, he would do anything.
Yan Nanchen, who had been speaking quite calmly until now, suddenly changed his expression, "Aren't you going to get out?"
