On the day of my wedding as my husband-in-law, the bride threw me a divorce note: "Does my husband-in-law, a dog or a horse, deserve to touch me?" All the guests laughed, and my father-in-law removed me from the ancestral hall. Unexpectedly, the imperial army broke through the door, and an imperial edict came from heaven - "Mu Bo, the bad commander of the country, return to the court quickly! One hundred thousand Tibetan cavalry have arrived in Jiannan!" Everyone knelt down in fear, and the lady who laughed the loudest collapsed on the ground. They thought the trash next to them was actually the living King of Hell who was in charge of the secret spies in the world. This time, I don't kneel to the emperor or bow to the emperor. I just ask: Who still remembers who has the final say in Chang'an City.
