Even the brightest diamond could be tarnished if too many people looked at it for too long. The public eye was merciless. Zhao Changhe thus quickly took his leave.0

In truth, as long as it was not in a public setting, slipping inside for a little rendezvous was not unheard of. Tang Wanzhuang had secretly hoped that after Zhao Changhe left, he would sneak back in, but even Baoqin knew that would not happen.0

The journey from the capital to the Western Regions spanned ten thousand li, and his meeting with Ying Five was set for three days later. That meant that at least half a day would be spent traveling, not to mention other unpredictable variables. Hence, this was Zhao Changhe’s last night in the capital. By dawn, he would have to depart. He still needed to exchange thoughts with Huangfu Qing and the others, finalize arrangements, and had no time to linger.0

At dawn, before the sky had even brightened, Tang Wanzhuang headed to the imperial palace. Sure enough, by the time she arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Changhe was already...0