In front of the pavilion, Gu Lan halted his steps and turned around to look at Luo Chen, lightly curling his lips. "Why am I alone here? You should ask His Majesty about that... As for what I wrote, it's right there on the table. Can't you see with your own eyes?"
Luo Chen was momentarily choked by his words. His face immediately darkened. However, unsure of the extent to which Gu Lan had gained favor from the female Emperor, Luo Chen felt a bit wary. After giving Gu Lan a stern look, he slowly approached the table.
Luo Chen opened one of the memorials and focused on it. What caught his eyes was the glaring red cinnabar, causing his pupils to contract sharply.
"Her Majesty's red-penned edits... You! How dare you tamper with the memorials!?"
Not only did I tamper with them, all the words on it were written by me... Gu Lan appeared indifferent. "Take a good look. This is the edict from Her Majesty."