"Is that so? You looked perfectly fine to me. Your crying was full of vigor." Li Wei's mouth twitched as he silently covered his forehead. This old man's acting was incredible—he had been laughing loudly just moments ago, yet now he looked as wronged as a hundred-pound child.
There really was some dust on his clothes, and several faint scratches had appeared on his face.
"Who says...? Three of this old man's ribs are broken." Yan Se stopped crying, then flipped open his collar to reveal a purplish bruise.
Yan Se was not wrong to cry, but Li Wei could not admit it. After all, the Tang Emperor Li Li and the common people were watching them. His skin was not as thick as this old man Yan Se's.
Seeing Li Wei stubbornly refuse to admit it, Yan Se wanted to make a scene and cry even louder. Li Wei immediately covered Yan Se's mouth, then muttered into his ear, "If you still won't get up, I'll sell those storybooks at a low price and give you nothing."
Yan Se, who had been about to break free from Li Wei's hold, suddenly froze at those words, then held up five fingers.
Li Wei could only nod heavily.
Their mutually beneficial deal was struck. After exchanging smiles, they both returned to normal.
Yan Se once again put on the appearance of a drunken man and staggered away, muttering as he walked, "Who's talking? Why isn't the wine being served..."
Watching Yan Se's departing figure, Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief as though he had been pardoned. When he turned around, he found the Tang Emperor Li Li staring at him with a smile.
"Well..."
Before he could speak, Li Wei flashed away and vanished. At the same time, the divine