Li Mu suddenly remembered that yesterday Li Rui had someone send over a letter.
He really detested Li Rui. Every time he thought of how the late emperor felt guilty towards Li Rui, how he held both his and Li Rui's hands and urged them to live in harmony as brothers, and how he smoothed the way for Li Rui, making sure he and his family were well-clothed and fed, his anger was uncontrollable.
If it weren't for Li Rui being stolen away in his youth and lost among the common folk, perhaps the imperial throne would not have been Li Mu's turn.
How could he tolerate someone else sleeping soundly beneath his couch?
Li Mu had always seen Li Rui as a thorn in his side, so when he needed a noble lady to marry into the Khitan, the first person he thought of was Li Xianyun. As long as it could sicken Li Rui, he was more than willing.
He just hadn't expected Li Xianyun to be so capable; not only did she utterly bewitch Murong Ce, she even caught Yelu Yan, who was as cold and hard as a rock.