The night was quiet.0

Zhao Changhe lay on his bed in a daze as he watched the battle with the sword guardian, which was being displayed on the golden foil.0

However, it did not seem like the scenes of the battle were truly reaching him.0

His mind right now was occupied by the scenes from when he returned Sisi to Tang Wanzhuang and explained his thoughts to her. At that time, Tang Wanzhuang, who almost always wore a serene expression, revealed some surprise for the first time. Those moments continued to linger in his mind until now.0

From the perspective of diplomatic and strategic thinking, his actions did not resemble the mindset typical of ordinary martial artists at all. It was something a prince would do, and one with great aspirations for his nation at that.0

However, Zhao Changhe knew that he merely wanted to ease Tang Wanzhuang’s burden, which had become too heavy for her frail shoulders.0

People were very strange creatures. The more someone demanded something from him, the more he wanted to act like a contrarian and do the exact opposite. Yet, when the other party was accommodating toward him, such as when Tang Wanzhuang said nothing and left things up to him, he felt a sense of obligation, feeling that he should do something.3

He sighed.0

And then there...3