From the courtyard, they could see through the window into the study where Zhao Changhe was seated, writing intently. Beside him, Baoqin stood gracefully, grinding ink and pouring tea, her gentle gaze occasionally drifting to his profile, filled with warmth and tenderness.0

Tang Wanzhuang clicked her tongue. The little bitch is done for. She’s happier serving my husband than serving me. Look at her, look at that softness in her eyes. It’s like looking into a mirror. Well, at least he’s just writing and not doing something more… provocative. 0

Vermillion Bird momentarily forgot about arguing and stepped into the study, hands behind her back, craning her neck to peek at his desk. “What are you working on?”0

Zhao Changhe continued writing without stopping, answering casually, “Using the secret realm’s sky to perform divine descent has a glaring flaw. I can neither see nor enter secret realms. I originally wanted to discuss something with Sisi, but she’s been inside the Spirit Tribe’s secret realm these past days, not in Dali. I tried finding her a few times but I couldn’t, so I ended up speaking with some Spirit Tribe members in Dali instead....0