“I haven’t heard from Jun Huang ever since she left,” Nan Xun said worriedly, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn’t have let her go. She hadn’t fully recovered yet. What if something happens to her?”

Ji Bo paused. “Don’t worry too much, Your Highness. She’s clever, and fate will help those who are on the right side of history.”

Inside her residence, Jun Huang told the maid to relax and sit down. The maid didn’t dare to. She stood rigidly with sweat covering her forehead.

Jun Hunag glanced at the maid and didn’t force the issue. She turned around and walked up to the divan. Books of ancient text scattered atop, and there was unfinished needlework on the table.

She sat down on the divan and asked quietly, “Are all these mine?”

The maid jerked up and breathed out slowly, her expression relaxing as she approached Jun Huang with a nod. “They are. You’re good with...