"Thank you, Emperor!" Yang Chuxia stood up and pulled Yangyang aside, "Son, how is it? Did Baili Han give you any trouble?"
Yangyang smiled and opened his arms, "Mother, see, I'm fine."
"Alright, your mother is back." Baili Yan said anxiously, "You can tell us about your trip now."
Before arriving, Yangyang had already decided in his mind that he must not tell the Emperor that he didn't drug the opponent at all.
So he said, "I tried to drug him, but he saw through it. He told me that he wasn't sick, that he had long recovered."
The few exchanged looks; Baili Yan was somewhat disappointed and realized they could only confront the opponent head-on.
At this moment, Yangyang added, "But he asked me to deliver a letter to Uncle."
"What letter?"
Yangyang took the letter from his chest and handed it to Baili Yan.
Baili Yan took it and read it through, his expression becoming somewhat grave yet unpleasant.
"Emperor, what does the letter say?" Old Mu asked.
"Uncle, take a look."
