However, Rong Qinglei quickly stood up and grabbed him. "Alright, alright, I'll copy them."
At worst, he could just shut the doors tightly while copying and forbid anyone from coming in to attend him.
"Great, thank you!" Yue Mingxuan said with a smile. "Once you're done copying for me, I'll cook something tasty for you."
He could only hope that the little bit of cooking skill he had picked up back in the modern world hadn't completely rusted away after coming to this era and that it would be enough to fool people.
Hearing this, Rong Qinglei's eyes practically lit up. "Really? I didn't even know you could cook. How much do you need copied? Just tell me."
Being able to eat a food that was personally made by Yue Mingxuan, he would be willing to copy anything until his hands broke.
Yue Mingxuan clenched his teeth and said, "The Emperor ordered me to copy them one thousand times."
One thousand times... His hands would be ruined for sure.
