There was indeed no need for any further cleaning; before long, the ruler of the empire and her most trusted official had already been stacked on top of each other.1

Perhaps the act of pouring each other a drink this time was part of their karma… But in truth, Zhao Changhe’s intent this time was not one of indulgence. If not for Xia Chichi having taken the initiative in a moment of deep emotion, he had merely wanted to be there for her.0

If someone like Yangyang, for instance, was weighed down by sorrow and unable to enjoy life, it was unfair to those around her as well. At the same time, Zhao Changhe only realized after Yangyang’s misfortune that he had spent too little time with the people in his life; this made him acutely aware of the need to cherish those beside him before regret set in.0

But no matter how much time he devoted, there were only three days, and one and a half of those days had already been spent on cultivation.0

Xia Chichi’s words carried a hint of sourness, but in truth, she felt no jealousy toward Tang Wanzhuang. Resting her chin in her hand, she watched as Tang Wanzhuang, with a rare shyness, yielded in harmony,...0