"If Heaven suppresses the Great Li National Destiny for such reasons, does it not prove that Heaven is not truly divine?"
"Heaven is not divine." Fan Wubing smiled wryly, "You certainly dare to say anything."
The Profound Dragon Robe fluttered, and on Ye Yixian's somewhat weary face, a bright glow emerged,
"Then I won't be this Emperor, okay! I'll issue a decree to abdicate right now!"
Fan Wubing shook his head with a smile, "That won't do." He teased, "You're all alone, who would you pass the throne to?"
"I'll call the Nineteenth Sister back and make her Empress!"
Though Ye Yixian hadn't touched a drop of wine, he spoke drunken gibberish.
When in good company, even an Emperor finds it hard to decline.
