My father Lan Yu, what does Zhu Yuanzhang have to do with you?
Lan Xuan: Thank you for the invitation. I am in Nanjing and my neck is already cold.
In order to prevent the family's skins from being hung on the city wall, Lan Xuan decided to tear up the label of the reading seeds.
He turned his murderous adopted son into a pig pen security guard, and turned the noble Duke's mansion into a powder workshop.
He openly fought for treasures in the Qinhuai River, using treasure notes that looked like waste paper to steal the gold and silver from the nobles' hands.
Zhu Yuanzhang: This son is greedy for money and lust, so there is nothing to worry about.
Literary minister: This son is a disgrace to gentlemen, and the Lan family is in ruins.
Lan Xuan looked at the disdainful faces and felt happy.
When Zhu Biao was critically ill and Zhu Yuanzhang was in despair, Lan Xuan tearfully took out the only modern medicine, but only received Zhu Biao's words: "Xiao Xuan, help me watch over this world from now on."
Lan Xuan collapsed: "Your Majesty, I just want to be a good-for-nothing to save my life. Why have I become a national scholar again?"
