It’s Fine

"Two years…?" Qiu Dong's voice cracked when he heard Nan Hua's words.

It was not like he doubted Nan Hua, but to plant people into the court required them to pass the heavy screening. There was no way an ordinary commoner would even be allowed to go near the palace.

His current identity was that of a normal lumberjack who had become a servant here yet still worked to cut wood.

How in the world is he supposed to enter the court?

"Not you. You're not smart enough."

Qiu Dong: "…"

Should he be happy or sad with this insulting compliment?

"Miss meant for you to arrange for someone else to enter the court," Chu Yue explained because she knew that Nan Hua didn't like to speak a lot. Sometimes, people were not used to her straightforward yet short explanation.