"Prince, here is the bridal dowry list sent by the Duke Zhen's Mansion for tomorrow. Please have a look." Ming Mo's face was full of joy—finally, their prince was getting married.
Gu Chengyu put down the document in his hand, glanced at Ming Mo, and suddenly found the bright smile on Ming Mo's face somewhat dazzling.
"I find that you and Ming Yan aren't that young anymore. You're two years older than me, aren't you? If you don't marry soon, it will be too late; you're almost getting old. After tomorrow, I'll appoint someone for you to marry. If there's no one you fancy, I'll just appoint someone randomly—any woman will do." Gu Chengyu took the list from Ming Mo's hand, flipping through it and teasing.
"Ah?" Ming Mo instantly made a bitter face, rubbing the back of his head. How could they be old?
