Qi Changrong knew he was not a clever man, but he saw the situation most clearly.
He had no great ambitions, just truly wished to be a carefree prince.
Everything was going smoothly.
Except for being given in marriage by the Emperor to the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice.
Fortunately, that woman was no longer his wife now.
In the future, he would no longer need to be watched and guarded.
"Ah, brother, must I really spell it out for you?"
With a tone of complaint, Qi Changrong shifted his tone in the next instant, becoming less serious, "I just can't stay away from the Yan Pavilion's Lan Kuo! Such a beauty, a real charmer! Brother, if you ever need—"
"Enough. Shut your mouth."
Qi Wuya had no interest in the courtesan he mentioned, "Don't pollute my ears with such filthy talk!"
