Yang Hao hurriedly steadied the cup and asked with some hesitation, "Sixth Master, I heard from the people at the next table that this is an event worthy of being recorded in history. Sixth Master, do you think it's fair to include someone like you, who wanders around all day, in the annals of history, while those like the Crown Prince and Prince Fu, who are so dedicated to government affairs, might feel slighted?"
Huang Rui, who was usually reticent, was slowly savoring his tea when Yang Hao made this comment, nearly causing him to spit his tea all over Xing Zhonghe.
Jinrong, too, was helpless as he put down the teapot and cursed, "Damn it, you've been following me around since we were butt-naked kids, and now you suddenly think you're too good for me?"
"No, no," Yang Hao hurriedly explained, "I wouldn't dare to look down on you, Sixth Master. It's not like that at all, brothers, I don't mean to look down on you, I wouldn't dare."