"A side job?" Zhao Zun looked at her forced smile and couldn't help but frown. "What do you mean?"
"Hehe!" Han Lei laughed even more cheekily, "Prince, my monthly five taels of silver as an army medic is not enough for me to spend! So, I thought of being a Think Tank for you besides being an army medic. I am a clever person with lots of ideas; Prince, would you like to consider it?"
After hearing Han Lei's words, the young man dressed as a soldier nearly burst into laughter. He glanced at Zhao Zun, and seeing that Zhao Zun was looking at him as well, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, pursing his lips to hold back his laughter.
Zhao Zun's gaze swept past the young man and fell back on Han Lei. After pondering for a moment, he uttered a shocking statement—
"Why... be a Think Tank when being my Princess Consort is so much better?"
Ah?
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Three shocked gazes simultaneously directed at Zhao Zun.
