If it weren't for Emperor Ziwei's incredibly tempting salary and abundant privileges, he might've actually considered resigning by now!
"It's no big deal, no big deal. A promotion should make one happy, after all."
Yang Jian genuinely felt touched. This kind of trust from others—he'd only ever experienced it from his mother and younger sister before.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I, Yang Jian, would never bite the hand that feeds me!"
Nezha, being a modern-minded person, couldn't truly appreciate the saying "a knight dies for one who understands him."
Seeing Yang Jian still looking unconvinced, Nezha straightforwardly took out his wine flask and drank together with him for a while. He figured a bit of booze and heartfelt conversation could settle the matter.
The two were both young men, and once Nezha started drinking, he became an endless chatterbox. In the end, the two drank to their hearts' content, and the issue was seemingly resolved.
