The emperor's mouth remained stiff and he kept his smile, waiting for Mo Long to speak. He believed that it was impossible for Mo Long, the Warlord of the border, to be drunk by the fine wine of the palace, not to mention that he didn't drink much.
"Are you talking to me, Your Majesty?" Mo Long's mouth curved into a smile, which was completely hidden.
The emperor was stunned. He naturally understood the meaning of Mo Long's words. Hadn't he never treated him as a brother? If possible, he really didn't want to regard this illegitimate child as a brother! What's more, he never had a brother, but only enemies! All of his brothers were enemies! Mo Long, although he was always qualified to be his serious enemy, at this moment, he was a thorn in his side!
It was a pity that this thorn in his
