Tang Wanzhuang went straight to Jinling that day. Zhao Changhe, who should have felt that staying at the Tang Clan was completely meaningless, did not rush to leave as he did before.0

Instead, he stayed quietly in the guest house and wrote another set of sword manuals, intending to give them to Tang Buqi once he finished writing them.0

It was as if the storms outside did not exist at all for him.0

Surprisingly, writing another set of sword manuals did not feel bothersome at all to him. On the contrary, he even found it somewhat amusing.0

Just like Tang Buqi, he had thought that Tang Wanzhuang’s mind was set on serving the public, which made her seem less like a real person and more like an ideal. But in the end, he discovered that she had also made some small plans for her clan. The saintly image of her that existed in his mind suddenly collapsed, but rather than feeling despondent for having his image of her shattered, he simply felt that this was how people should be. This side of her was much more realistic.0

Just like when their arms intertwined in the night, real and gentle, emerging...1