The next morning, Zhao Changhe awoke from a rare, deep slumber.0

Beside him, the delicate warmth was already gone. Tang Wanzhuang had long since risen and left.0

Of course, she had no time to indulge in the luxury of being helped up like some pampered concubine. After all, today’s morning court session awaited, and she was not just attending as an ordinary official. Today, she was going to be appointed prime minister.0

Zhao Changhe could not help but smirk at the thought. I wonder what the mood will be like when she walks into court today after monopolizing me for an entire night. Chichi still has to hold her nose and formally grant her the title of prime minister.0

That was a mental image he was not quite sure how to put into words. He could only imagine how Xia Chichi and Vermillion Bird would react when they saw her.0

Shaking his head, he flipped out of bed and stepped outside. In the courtyard, Baoqin was sitting at the table, chin resting on her palm, waiting for him. The moment she saw him, she sprang to her feet, quickly bringing over a basin of water and a towel for his morning wash up.1

In the past, this little maid would always greet him with a sharp tongue, her words as quick and prickly...0