Ling Lang got up and patted his knee, then stroked the over-one-inch-long beard on his chin and murmured, "Your Highness, is it still okay for a subordinate to be able to bend and stretch like this?"
Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind: "So, Mr. Ling was acting just now."
The voice sounded like Miao Zhu.
Song Guo also said, "If Mr. Ling were an actor, he could probably become quite a star."
Ling Lang turned his head and gestured lightly at Song Guo and Miao Zhu: "Don't go spreading nonsense in front of the Crown Princess Consort!"
Miao Zhu snorted with laughter: "We wholeheartedly hope the two Your Highnesses can soon have a little one. Why does Mr. Ling always contradict us?"
"Earlier, you brewed a big pot of anti-fertility soup, and now you even have the Crown Princess Consort researching Contraceptive Pills herself." Song Guo shook his head, "Mr. Ling, at your age, not marrying must have its reason."
