Three seconds later, Mbunba spoke calmly, “Prefect Qin… I… didn’t quite get you earlier. Did you say something about a… treasure ship?”

“What else would it be?” Qin Ye set down a cup of coffee before Mbunba and furrowed his brows, “I haven’t given a proper introduction of myself just yet. I was planning to do so before the Lord Mythic Spirit.”

“But now that things have come to this, let me make the introductions proper - Twelfth Generation of the Zhu Clan, son-in-law to the emperor and husband to Princess Jia Ning, Qin Ye.”

What the hell is this?!

Who the hell is Princess Jia Ning? Why didn’t I receive any reports about this? And how did you suddenly become the son-in-law to the emperor?!

Mbunba stared at Qin Ye with great disbelief. He couldn’t quite accept what Qin Ye was saying.

That said, Qin Ye’s acting skills were admittedly top-notch.

“It’s only normal that you’re unaware of these things.” Qin Ye smiled casually as he continued sipping his coffee, “After all, Hell is currently locked down due to some circumstances that I’m not at liberty to disclose. It wasn’t easy for us to reach out to you like this.”

He sighed, “The last century or so hasn’t been easy for the Zhu Clan, especially in the absence of foreign trade.”

Mbunba had at some point in time already pulled out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the imaginary sweat on his forehead. It was a habitual response.

He was completely swept away by Qin Ye’s sudden disclosur...