The blind woman was lost in her poetic musings, prompting Zhao Changhe to shoot her a sidelong glance. “Don’t you think anyone’s going to ask which Xie family it is or which humbler homes those swallows flew into?”0

The blind woman blinked, momentarily stunned by the question. “Even if the family being destroyed was named Zhao, this poem would still fit perfectly. The original verse laments the fall of great clans and the passing of eras. You don’t actually think Liu Yuxi was writing about specific swallows and where they flew, do you? His coffin lid wouldn’t stay closed at such literalism.”0

Zhao Changhe nearly grabbed her by the collar. “What are you even showing off for? You shouldn’t have announced this yet! There’s still business in the capital—what if you’ve just alerted them?!”0

“The situation in the capital is about to be resolved. I’m thinking of other verses. Stop bothering me.” The blind woman paused, then seemed to realize something amiss. “Actually, why exactly should I align my timing with what’s beneficial for you? When did that become a rule?”0

Zhao Changhe froze for a moment....0