"I…"
Yang Mo was at a loss for words.
Zhao Ci was floored. When Yang Mo was a good-for-nothing, the Yang couple had been polite but distant. Now, they were turning around and pinning the blame on him.
But he didn't say much. He just smiled, offered a few pleasantries, and followed the father and son to the backyard.
"Zhao Ci, I'll go get the mushrooms for you!"
Yang Mo started toward the kitchen, but before he could even take a step, he felt a slap land on the back of his head.
He turned to see his mother, Cen Xiu, glaring at him. "Is His Highness's name something you can say so casually? From now on, you will call him Your Highness!"
Yang Mo: "I…"
WHOA.
There was that familiar, suffocating feeling again.
Zhao Ci took a deep breath, but his chest still felt tight. He cleared his throat and said, "Yang Mo is now my Mansion Official. He'll be my comrade in arms from now on. Calling me 'Your Highness' all the time will make us seem too distant."
"Of course, of course!"
