"Bang..."
As soon as Baili Yan finished speaking, the Grand Emperor flipped the table, sending wine and dishes scattering everywhere. Baili Yan couldn't dodge in time, staining his dragon robe with some broth.
"Outrageous, you want to imprison me in the imperial temple? Are you actually forcing me to become a monk?"
At this moment, the Grand Emperor was both furious and angry, pointing a finger at Baili Yan, as if his eyes could shoot fire at any moment.
"What's wrong with becoming a monk? Father Emperor, do you look down on monks? Or are you unwilling to protect the dragon's pulse of Great Zhou? Or perhaps you do not wish for the prosperity of Great Zhou for all eternity?"
In fact, Baili Yan didn't intend for the Grand Emperor to become a monk; he simply wanted to confine him in the imperial temple. But the Grand Emperor misunderstood, so Baili Yan followed through with the misunderstanding.
