Though the thought crossed his mind, Zhang Yuanqing was not that perversely amused. Yin Ji had left him with a good impression—a gentle, kind-hearted older sister.
What they had gone through at the Sea of Yamen counted as a brush with death together, forging a certain bond between them. Bringing Princess Yinyao along would only make that older sister uncomfortable.
Of course, if Demon Lord were still alive, Zhang Yuanqing would have been more than happy to see that scene.
But given Demon Lord's temperament, he probably would not have felt awkward at all. Instead, he would have said, "My beloved consorts, today I shall bestow my favor equally upon all. Everyone in proper order; good and evil shall be repaid."
Then he would have thrown a party with his lovers in his arms.
"Should I change clothes?" Zhang Yuanqing examined his ordinary outfit.
Ling Jun examined his own outfit as well. "Did you see me change?"
He offered some advice:
"When you're still unknown, a flashy outfit can improve your image. But once you've made a name for yourself, what you need is to flaunt your individuality and set yourself apart from other men.
"For example, I always dress in this lazy style. Fu Qingyang wears white suits all year round. Zhao Chenghuang keeps that cool expression no matter who he meets."
Zhang Yuanqing gave an "Oh."
"Once you have style, you need to turn yourself into a brand, right? Something distinctive and recognizable. Got it, got it. Hearing you speak is better than reading ten years' worth of books."
As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the unlock button. The white sedan beeped, and its folded mirrors slowly opened.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the driver's door, while Ling Jun got into the front passenger seat.
As the sedan slowly started