Huangfu Qing now fully embraced her role. It was hard to believe that she was once the same person who had wanted Zhao Changhe dead. The Fire Pig of Shi title had originally been given to Zhao Changhe by Lady Three, and it had mainly been for her amusement.0

Xia Chichi, on the other hand, silently agreed with her words. Zhao Changhe had been largely known for his rebellious nature when he first started out. It was just that his later acts of righteousness had caused people to forget that.0

But, in truth, he had never changed—he had always been that unruly rebel, that mountain bandit. He naturally fit with the Four Idols Cult, but it was best if he had no leader above him; otherwise, that leader was bound to be toppled sooner or later.1

“Alright, let’s go,” Huangfu Qing said, clearly satisfied, standing up and no longer caring that Zhao Changhe had gone to see Tang Wanzhuang first. “I’ll take you both into the palace. One of you will pretend to be a palace maid, and the ...0