"I give you the Longze Sword. From now on, you, Yan Qingyu, will treat your imperial brother Yan Yuyu with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and keep the brotherhood! If Yan Yuyu loses trust with the people and loses virtue with his relatives as the emperor in the future! I blame you for remonstrating with the court with blood to thank the ancestral temple!"
"Mo Xie, this is the late emperor's edict." Yan Qingyu said to Mo Xie while looking at the lifelike dark silver dragon pattern on the sword.
"What does it have to do with you?" Moye stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms and asked in confusion.
Hearing this, Yan Qingyu looked up at him and smiled brightly: "I also want to know, what does it have to do with me?"