Lin Lang strolled out of Jingyang Palace and returned to the Commander of the Jinyiwei Office.
"My lord, you're all right?" Jia Liu looked at Lin Lang curiously.
Rumor had it that no one ever came out of Yunluo's Jingyang Palace without an injury.
When Cao Zhengchun had visited Jingyang Palace, Yunluo had pestered him too. He was the only one who had escaped a beating, which had also made Yunluo curse him for years.
Lin Lang glanced at Jia Liu. "Hmm? Were you hoping something would happen to me?"
Jia Liu immediately put on a smile. "My lord, I wouldn't dare. You came out of Jingyang Palace without a scratch. Once word spreads, it's bound to shake those Imperial Guards."
"Your martial prowess is unrivaled, my lord. Yunluo surely didn't even dare make a move."
Lin Lang waved him off. "Go on, get out of here. Are my martial arts yours to judge?"
"Spend less time at the Fragrant Pavilion. Have you and Wang Wu taken a fancy to any respectable young women? Shall I find some for you?"
Jia Liu was overjoyed. "Thank you, my lord. I was just wondering where to find a suitable woman to marry."
In fact, both he and Wang Wu already had women at home, but they were not wives, merely bed-warmers.
They were, after all, military officials of official sixth rank. Their wives had to be daughters of official families; women from ordinary households no longer caught their eye.
A marriage their lord arranged certainly wouldn't be a poor one.
Lin Lang looked at him. "So that's what you were waiting for? All right, I'll keep it in mind for you two. I'll make sure you both marry good wives this year."
For now, it could wait. If they married now, they