On the third night, Yang Xiao awaited Fu Qingzhu's arrival. Seated in Yang Xiao's newly moved-into mansion, Fu Qingzhu gaped in amazement, his mouth agape as he gazed at the exquisite green jade token on the table, his spirit in a daze, "Wait, brother, are you really the Pingxi Marquis?!"
"Genuine and unreplaceable." Yang Xiao picked up the jade token and casually slipped it into his coat pocket, a faint smile gracing his face, "Originally, I did not wish to take this position, as you know I have always been a man disinterested in fame and fortune."
"Nalan Shuo must have taught you well for you to grasp that." Fu Qingzhu curled his lips, but he still felt genuine happiness for his good brother.
