Li Qiye spent his time in the courtyard relaxing since the departure date drew near. Nothing was more comforting than the warm sun.

Demoness kneeled near him, serving him tea and fruits. She wore a black dress that was as thin as a cicada’s wing. The barely visible curves were full of temptation, making it hard for people to not take another glance.

“You are definitely the best at recognizing the situation in Eight-stallion Dynasty.” He said.

“Serving you is an honor, Young Noble.” Her soft and tender voice made people feel a little fuzzy inside.

In reality, Li Qiye didn’t ask for anyone to serve him. She came of her own volition.

“How will...