“Comb up your hair like an adult and put on a handsome suit…” Qin Ye hummed a ridiculous tune as he combed up his hair in front of the mirror. There was a wide selection of lotions, masks, creams, and other facial products set out in front of him.

Ming Shiyin couldn’t stand it any longer, “Why are you acting in such an effeminate manner?! No wonder Arthis has been calling you a submissive man.”

“I’m just being presentable.” Qin Ye adjusted his tie and sized himself up in the mirror - Eh? Who’s that handsome man over there?

“Are you really in the mood to look the part?” Ming Shiyin couldn’t come to terms with the fact that a future King Yanluo would be standing in front of a mirror with a selection of beautifying products, “And even if you’ve got the luxury of time, wouldn’t that time be more well spent contemplating how you’re going to seize the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl from the pack of wolves eyeing it hungrily?”

Qin Ye’s hands paused for a moment, before he proceeded to apply the next skincare product on his face, “Since there are rules in place, we’ll just play by the rules. There’s already three billion sitting in my account right now. So, what’s the rush?”

Just as Ming Shiyin was staring at Qin Ye with great incredulity, Qin Ye casually reached out, picked up Ming Shiyin, and began to preen himself in the reflection on Ming Shiyin’s surface… What the hell is this?!

Let’s start over… There’s something incongruous about all of...