"His Majesty anticipated this situation long ago, so he made preparations in advance."
"Looks like I guessed right. The one secretly wrestling with Chen Mo isn't some aristocratic clan at all, it's the Emperor himself!"
Zhuang Jingming's heart surged, his fist secretly clenched inside his sleeve, yet his expression remained as calm as a lake.
Only when Chen Mo appeared did ripples finally stir in his eyes.
"He really came. Lei Xiwen is probably in trouble."
"Trouble?"
Yin Zhao raised his teacup, shook his head and sneered. "No matter how unruly Chen Mo is, he wouldn't dare openly defy an imperial edict, would he?"
But just as the words left his mouth, he saw flames spring up in Chen Mo's hand, and that imperial decree was directly cast into the fire, turned to ash and scattered on the wind.
"Pfft!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
