Xia Zheng could have explained everything with just a few words, yet he rambled on for nearly the time it takes an incense stick to burn. The Old Emperor was utterly speechless in the face of this show-off husband, but still, he had to admit that Lin Yuan's method of printing books was indeed ingenious. Whoever could conceive such an astute method must be someone delicate and wise.
"I've always heard you mention Yuanyuan, so when are you bringing this young lady into the palace for me to see?" The Old Emperor looked at Xia Zheng with a beaming smile, appearing every bit the matchmaker.
Xia Zheng could easily see through his little scheme and haughtily lifted his chin, "My woman is not someone to be casually looked at. I'll bring her over when I feel like it."
"You brat!" The Old Emperor raised his hand to deliver a thump on the head, but Xia Zheng dodged quickly. Otherwise, he might have ended up like Erlang Shen, with an additional red eye bestowed by the Old Emperor.
