Qin Changle: “Brother Chen, my mother is sick. It's a serious case of qi sickness.”
Chen Yuan: “Qi sickness? You mean asthma? It's fine. I'll bring you some medicine later.”
Qin Changle: “Brother Chen, it just won't rain. What are we going to do if this keeps up?”
Chen Yuan: “It's fine. I'll fire off a couple of cannons, and then it'll rain!”
Qin Changle: “Brother Chen…”
Chen Yuan: “Hmm?”
Qin Changle: “Will you marry me?”
Chen Yuan: “What? Marry you? Don't joke around.”
Qin Changle: “Hehe, Brother Chen, you will marry me. I swear you will!”
“…”
Ever since he unexpectedly gained the ability to travel freely between the early Tang dynasty and the modern world, Chen Yuan's life as an unemployed tutor at a training center quickly became exciting.
Then one day, Qin Min, who had always called him brother, came to see him. “Well? Does my eldest daughter meet your approval, dear brother?”
“Your Majesty?”
“Qin Min, Prince of Qin, Li Shimin?”
“No way! I just wanted to farm in peace!”
“…”
