"Holy shit, that's insane!"
Zhao Changsheng couldn't help blurting out a curse. That punch had shattered his worldview.
But when he remembered that he was a man, just like Qin Feng, he suddenly wanted to raise both hands in support of the idea.
Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for corrupting a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!
"Lao Zhao likes chicken soup!?"
Qin Feng's eyes lit up at once, and he continued, "I was pampered by my parents at home. I'm their little darling. If your Empress gets me, it'll be like sticking a fresh flower in a pile of cow dung. And flowers aren't meant to be trampled on—they're meant to be carefully watered and cherished."
"My Rabbit Master is right!"
Xiao Bai chimed in again. "You didn't even prepare a betrothal gift for such an important day as your wedding. That proves your Empress isn't romantic or thoughtful, and it also proves she has no sense of responsibility. If she can't take care of My Rabbit Master, please have her return him to his parents. And we won't be giving the betrothal gifts back!"
"We don't have to return the betrothal gifts!?"
Lao Zhao took a big gulp of chicken soup and was instantly lost in its deliciousness.
"No..."
Xiao Qiao and Liushui hurried to speak, still trying to make one last stand.
Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for corrupting a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!
"What do you mean, 'no'!?"
Qin Feng cut them off. "I may be in my thirties, but I'm still a high-quality young man. If your Empress won't cherish me, plenty of younger women will, and they'll be happy to offer me betrothal gifts."
"He counts as high-quality!?"
Zhao Changsheng looked at Qin Feng,