Lin Ziqing's shadow now not only had a pointed head, but even its expression had turned incomparably ferocious, as though someone had stolen his wife.
"( ?° ?? ?°) Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by that?"
[(?｀?Д?′) You brat, you common fool—stop trying to fool me! You think someone like you could win the Female Emperor's favor? I watched Jiang Jingyi grow up.]
[From the very first time I saw her, I knew she was destined to steer the Tianxuan Dynasty.]
[You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you dare set your sights on the Female Emperor?]
Lin Ziqing's face was full of fury. Clearly, he did not believe what Lin Heng had said—or rather, he was unwilling to believe it.
Lin Heng looked him up and down with an amused expression, raised a brow, and smirked. "Poetry Immortal Lin, look at you getting worked up again."
"No matter what, I, Lin Heng, am considered suave and dashing, peerless in both talent and looks. Aside from being a bit of a Show-off now and then, I practically have no other flaws."
"A man with my background, ability, family standing, and qualifications—how many can you pick out in the entire Immortal Realm?"
"Besides, I'm young!"
"Young?" Lin Ziqing looked somewhat taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Hmph. You call yourself a man who passes through ten thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him. Then let me ask you—who doesn't like young people?"
"Even after another thousand or eight hundred years, those old things who have lived through endless ages would surely still prefer younger juniors with more spirited bodies."
"Just as no man dislikes an eighteen-year-old girl, even an old woman who has lived for several thousand years would like a young man barely past