Prince Ming: "Second Brother, what's got into you? Your son being granted the title of Qilin shouldn't affect you like this, right?"
Steward Jia whispered to Prince Ming, "He even raised my monthly salary, saying my work is thorough."
"Thorough work my foot!"
"Forget it, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
Lu Zhaoyan patted Prince Ming's shoulder and strode off quickly.
Prince Ming, utterly perplexed, asked, "Steward Jia, was he... showing off his son to me just now?"
Steward Jia chuckled awkwardly, "It seems that might be the case."
If not showing off his son, then what?
Lu Zhaoyan sat within the steaming bath barrel and instructed, "Pick out the most appropriate outfit for me."
Behind the screen, Steward Jia was startled, "...Pick?"
Wait a minute, haven't you always just randomly thrown on clothes?
Now you're being choosy?
Your son being granted the title of Qilin caused such a big change?
You're even concerned about your appearance now?
