"...Hmm."

"Ready." Zhao Changhe hugged her: "Circulate your energy to protect your body."

Tang Wanju was astonished. How intense is this going to be if I need to circulate my energy to protect my body!

But since she had just said, "No matter how absurd," there was no way to swallow her words back awkwardly, so she shyly began to use her cultivation technique.

"Close your eyes." Zhao Changhe's voice sounded by her ear.

Tang Wanju reluctantly and shamefully closed her eyes.

And in the next moment, she felt the world spinning, with a strange sense of space tearing around her. The pressure on her body, initially defended by her energy, was quickly dispelled by Zhao Changhe's Vigorous Air Shield.

When Tang Wanju opened her eyes in surprise, she was already in her Tang family mansion.

From the outskirts of the city, she suddenly appeared in the city center at the Tang mansion! This isn't speed; this is teleportation!

Space transfer!

"You..." Tang Wanju suppressed her inner shock: "How did you do it? Even the powerful former emperor needed to rely on the Underground Sky Dome to be omnipresent."

"As for old Xia, he definitely doesn't need to use the Underground Sky Dome for short-distance teleportation, he just might not show it in front of you often. As for me..." Zhao Changhe chuckled as he leaned into her ear: "It's still Wanju's spring water that gave me the insight."

I'm the Light Manipulation, what spring water... Tang Wanju shamefully wanted to argue, but Zhao Changhe had already carried her into the courtyard.

Outside, Bao Qin was awoken from her dream by some noise, rubbed her eyes, and went to check. Inside the scented curtain, her elegant and noble young lady was docilely accommodating in the arms of a man, her flirtatious eyes striking.

Bao Qin covered her eyes, her heart almost jumping out of her throat, and quickly retreated to her little room outside.

Just as Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanju said, the little maid was just seeking reassurance. If you drag her to bed without further ado, that's superficial liking. She's actually longing for a romantic union, not just a refill.

Luckily, the two inside knew what she was thinking. After the noise gradually ceased, there wasn't a call for "Bao Qin, come here," and the deep night quickly fell silent.

Bao Qin's restless heart returned to her chest. She rubbed her weary eyes, fell onto her little bed, and once again slept soundly.

Whoever loves cleaning up for you, do it yourself.

...

The next morning, Zhao Changhe awoke from rare sleep, with no sign of Tang Wanju by his side. She had long gone off begrudgingly early to attend court, unable to play the routine of pretending to be weak and needing a maid to help her up.

They're only off court for a day, and today there's a heap of matters to attend to at morning court. For instance, Tang Wanju has gone off to become the Prime Minister.

Just wonder what the atmosphere will be like when she sees Chichi and the Vermilion Bird at morning court after monopolizing the man for the night. Xia Chichi even had to pinch her nose to promote her to Prime Minister. Zhao Changhe didn't dare imagine how to describe that mood with words.

He turned over, got out of bed, and went outside to see Bao Qin sitting outside, resting her chin in her hands, appearing to wait. When she saw him come out, she jumped up quickly, bringing water for him to freshen up.

Usually, the little maid would meet him with some attitude, with a mouth sharp like a little mushroom. Now, she seemed unable to meet his gaze, looking down and asking quietly: "What would you like for breakfast? I'll get it for you."

Zhao Changhe pinched her cheek.

Bao Qin puffed her cheeks, trying to swat his hand away: "Don't say you want to eat me."

Zhao Changhe laughed: "You're quite clever. Read too many books?"

"Hmm hmm." Bao Qin picked up the towel he used, carrying the basin of water away: "I'll get you a couple of buns. I saw you were quite happy eating last night."

Zhao Changhe: "...Well, it should at least be buns."

Bao Qin indeed brought buns and thought of the scenes she saw last night, making her cheeks blush. Watching Zhao Changhe grab the buns as if grabbing onto the lady, she eventually couldn't help but turn her head away: "I have tasks from the Demon Suppression Department; the lady said there's a handover today, and I have a bunch of materials to organize. I don't have time to stay here and eat with you. If you need anything, just instruct me; if not, I'll get going..."

Zhao Changhe didn't speak, just pointed to his own face.

Like a thief, Bao Qin looked around, quickly leaned over to give a peck, then her eyes and brow unfolded into a cheerful expression. She turned to run, still needing to talk tough: "Your face is as thick as cowhide, both stinky and hard, yet you have the nerve to ask someone to kiss you."

Zhao Changhe chuckled, munching on a bun as he walked out, still holding a bag of buns and soy milk, looking like an ordinary young guy.

There was still firecracker debris everywhere on the streets, with some people sweeping the roadside. The faint scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air, though many shops were already starting to open for business.

Zhao Changhe chewed on a bun, observing the bustling Capital. As he finished his bun, he suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was under the Underground Sky Dome.

Yue Hongling had been here in seclusion, gaining insights all night. She sensed his arrival and slowly opened her eyes, the glint of a sword seeming to flash and vanish, clearly advancing further in Sword Dao.

Seeing Zhao Changhe appear beside her, Yue Hongling smiled slightly: "Rushing around to tend to everyone, isn't it tiring?"

Zhao Changhe placed the buns and soy milk next to her, smiling apologetically: "Eat something?"

Yue Hongling unceremoniously took and ate: "You don't need to cater to my feelings. I'm not interested in the stuff around you. It's quite meaningful for me to be in seclusion here. If possible, you could close the entrance so I can stay secluded for three to five days. The effectiveness might improve."

Zhao Changhe asked, "What insights have you gained? Taking a head from thousands of miles away?"

Yue Hongling pondered: "If one says intent is infinite and unconstrained by time and space, then Sword Intent is undoubtedly one of them. Wherever one sees, there the sword light reaches. But first, how does one see afar? I can't continuously rely on this sky dome... I'm pondering if Snow Eagle, using Wuding, employs Sword Qi to control the Sword Slave, could there be a layer through these retained Sword Qi enabling one to see distant miles?"

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.