Zhao Changhe bitterly went to wash his face, cursing himself for being too brainless and going too far with his teasing. Now, the perfect scene of having a beauty by his side as he did some work was just a pipe dream.0

He had touched upon a topic that should have been avoided between the two of them. This was not something that could just be cooled off by meditation or cultivation.0

It could be said that one of the major reasons that Tang Wanzhuang hoped Zhao Changhe would take on the identity of a prince was because he had clearly expressed his refusal to the marriage alliance, which aligned with what she wanted. A few flirtatious and teasing remarks could be brushed off, and a twenty-eight-year-old lady like her was not someone who could not handle some teasing; after all, she had even retorted with a few remarks of her own. However, that topic was off-limits.0

After mulling it over, Zhao Changhe regretted it deeply. Not only had he lost an enjoyable moment, but he also feared that their future interactions would turn strictly serious again.0

He finished washing his face, and he sighed as he went back to writing. Just as he sat down at the table, however, a fragrant breeze swept by as Tang Wanzhuang came in again.0

Zhao Changhe: “?”0

“Do you know how to paint?” Tang Wanzhuang asked with a straight face.0

“…No.”0

“The sword manual will surely need illustrations and examples, not just textual explanations. Since you can’t paint, how do you plan to handle that?”0

“I’ve painted examples...0