"Imperial Brother! Can you grant me a marriage decree at my birthday banquet tomorrow?"
Lu Yinjiu burst through the open doors of the Imperial Study like a gust of wind. He was shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran, as if terrified that the person inside might not hear him.
Lu Feiling, who was buried in state affairs, heard the familiar cry. He lifted his head, cast a fleeting glance toward the door, and then promptly returned his focus to the mountain of memorials piled before him. His right hand held a brush steadily, marking the documents. After a moment, he spoke in a measured, unhurried tone: "What is it? Are you finally ready to settle down? Wasn't it just yesterday you were shouting that you hadn't finished playing yet?"
Chapter 201