"Absurd," Mo Yuanhao said coldly, "You are the Emperor, the ruler of a nation, yet you compete with your vassal younger brother for a woman, without feeling it tarnishes the Imperial Family's reputation."
Mo Yuanlin did not agree with this view.
He slightly raised an eyebrow, leaned languidly back on the wide throne, a look of overbearing arrogance and insolence on his brows.
"It seems, dear brother, you truly do not understand. The most disgraceful thing for the Imperial Family has never been the licentious affairs of the harem, but rather the incompetent policies of governance."
"As long as I can make the foreign barbarians bow and submit, annihilate Da Xuan, Da Yu, and Da Zhao, unify the world, establishing unparalleled prestige for Da Wu Country, and allow the people to live in prosperity and peace..."
