C303 I Only Live for One Thing

In the bedroom, on the bed.

Yan Xisheng had just opened his eyes, his forehead throbbing with a dull ache. Before he could make out who the man in front of him was, he realized something had been placed in his hand.

What was it?

Despite the headache, Yan Xisheng focused on it—a state document.

A state document stamped with the official seal..