"Shuang'er already said it's the River Map, didn't she? It's not like you can understand it anyway," Lu Zhan said lightly.
Duan Ling: "..."
Then, seeing how Lu Zhan treasured the painting, an idea sparked in his mind. He scrutinized him. "So, what's going on between you and your cousin?"
Lu Zhan frowned. "What 'what's going on'?"
"Honestly, Miss Zhi Wan is so beautiful, and you two look quite good together. You're not even real cousins by blood. Plus, she's of marriageable age. Why don't you just marry her?" Duan Ling grew more and more excited as he spoke. "Old Lu, you... Ugh!"
Before he could finish, he got a rap on the head.
Lu Zhan said coldly, "If you dare spout any more nonsense, believe me, I'll toss you overboard to feed the fish."
Duan Ling said sullenly, "I was just joking. You don't have to get so angry, do you?"
"A woman's reputation is of the utmost importance. Don't you know that? Is this something to be joked about?" Lu Zhan's face was a mask of frost.
