Even Ye Jiuyou, who had grown accustomed to all manner of displays of power, had to admit that seeing someone striding across the snow with a mountain balanced in one hand was impressive.0

It was not something one encountered often, after all.0

Still, the words she spoke were cold and cutting. “I told you to come at night. Why are you here already?”0

Zhao Changhe casually tossed the mountain aside. It landed neatly at the foot of her peak without disturbing so much as a single flake of snow. The smooth, mirror-like side of the mountain faced directly toward Ye Jiuyou. Even from atop her snowy summit, she could see her own reflection as if gazing into a colossal makeup mirror.0

In response to her question, Zhao Changhe asked lazily, “Why did it have to be at night?”0

“You’ve just reunited with your wives, and the dust has barely settled. Shouldn’t you have spent some time with them?” Ye Jiuyou’s voice remained flat. “Men are all fickle creatures. It’s not just an empty saying.”0

“If the dust had truly settled, then it wouldn’t be just a single day of reunion but forever. The only reason I have this single day is that we both know everything is only just beginning.”0

“Even so, you could spare at least a day for them. Doesn’t it bother you?”0

Zhao Changhe fell silent for a moment before saying, “Do you realize what you sound like right now?”0

Ye Jiuyou tilted her head in confusion.0

Zhao Changhe matched her expressionless gaze. “Given the context, you sound like… the mistress I’m sneaking away to have an affair with. That’s the only scenario where fickleness would be an accusation that fits.”0

Ye Jiuyou let out a short, humorless laugh. “Well, I’ve...0