Indeed, after all, it was a favor that saved the sovereign's life—far more substantial than Lin Kun's generous rewards. Those Fifth Rank positions like Second Lieutenant of Qingdu are just trinkets in comparison.
Qin Yu was quite looking forward to the so-called heaven and earth treasures, so he warmed up to Jiang Muchen a bit, "Have you eaten? If not, come with me, I'll take you to have some chicken."
Jiang Muchen, rarely treated gently by Qin Yu, ignored his injuries and followed with a smile, only to see in the backyard a fire blazing.
Chicken.
Roast chicken.
But with no meat.
Just a bare, white chicken skeleton laying there.
Jiang Muchen didn't think too much, but pondered, "Brother Xiao Yu, I've only heard of black-boned chickens, could this be a white-boned chicken?"
Qin Yu looked at the chicken carcass without expression, "Thank goodness it's not a Bone Demon, but I'm certain Zhu Bajie has been here."
The miserly, black-hearted Prime Minister even ate her chicken!
