Zhou Qing, after hearing this, finally understood.
"Oh, someone wants to become a Prince Consort, eh? Not bad, senior brother. When you make it big in the royal court, don't forget to get me a minor post too!"
Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of teasing.
Yan Xiaohu immediately chuckled, "I'll do my best, but right now, it's not even close. The urgent thing is to get her attention first."
"Of course, but what's that got to do with whether I show up or not tomorrow?" Zhou Qing asked, his face showing puzzled expression.
Yan Xiaohu suddenly pulled out a bronze mirror from who knows where and held it up in front of them, asking, "What do you see in here?"
Zhou Qing looked carefully and said, "Except for the two of us, there's nothing else."
