"My three hundred wives and concubines, all as beautiful as flowers, either noble ladies or Ancient Race saintesses, yet not one can compare to Young Emperor Ling Yuan."
"Put together, they don't even compare to one finger of hers!"
Lu Fugui sighed.
Of course, all he can do is indulge in the sight.
Although Lu Fugui is idle and lecherous, he still has self-awareness.
Ling Yuan is not one of those ordinary saintesses or noble ladies, and she is beyond his wildest dreams.
Even if he is the Young Master of the Lu Family, it isn't enough.
Unless one is of a Jun Family Divine Son level, which he certainly is not.
Lu Fugui also knows, aside from looks, in every other aspect, he doesn't measure up to even a finger of the Jun Family's Divine Son.
Even in crafting, Lu Fugui believes.
If that Jun Family Divine Son were willing to learn even a little, his crafting skill would definitely be countless times superior.
