Qin Shimyue said with a smile: "It's me, Qin!"
"You?" Murong Jian incredulously pointed at the man with a full head of white hair, laughing loudly as if he saw the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Qin Shimyue didn't argue, just smiled and watched him.
After having his fill of laughter, Murong Jian said: "Uncle Qin, don't fool your little nephew. You already know your destiny, so why go against it and show off to younger people? Although you look young, you can't hide your age, so why bother?"
Then, he looked somewhat displeased at Xu Jiaowang and said coldly: "Uncle Xu, I've come here sincerely. Your constant evasions make me think you look down upon our naval forces and the city's defense. Is that so?"
Qin Shimyue still smiled and said: "My good nephew, your Uncle Qin just married six women, one fewer than your nephew has. If I take Jiaotong as my wife, we will be even – both of us will have seven wives. Isn't it wonderful?"
