"Priest, you know, I am a good person," Zhou Li sat in the chair in the courtyard, explaining palely.
"I mainly felt that what you were saying wasn't great, so I said it for you."
"Then why did Young Master Zhou add that it was an ailment of the lower body?"
Zhuge Qing massaged his forehead and sighed deeply, "Now my third uncle's reputation is completely ruined."
Zhou Li wanted to defend himself, but when he thought of King of Han's strained expression, he couldn't help but laugh.
Zhuge Qing couldn't hold back a laugh either.
"Of course, lying isn't good either."
Zhuge Qing pinched his own cheek lightly, pretended to be serious, and said, "What Young Master Zhou said wasn't entirely wrong."
The two exchanged a smile and burst into cheerful laughter.
Watching this, Zhu Qianyun was both relieved and worried—relieved that the priest had started to connect with Zhou Li on a deep level, and worried for the very same reason.
That shouldn't cause any problems, right?
