Jin Nine, accompanied by the coquettish dealer with a mischievous smile, swiftly left and casually closed the door behind them as they wished for Zhao Changhe’s well-being.0

Meanwhile, Zhao Changhe looked helplessly at Vermillion Bird. She was glaring at him with her hands on her hips, and he could not fathom what had her so worked up.0

“Why are you glaring at me?” Zhao Changhe finally spoke up. “I’m all wet and need to take a bath. Will you join me?”0

As soon as the words left his mouth, he pursed his lips, realizing that perhaps such advances were not appropriate given her status.0

Vermillion Bird, however, did not seem to mind his advances. Instead, she retorted, “What? Are you disappointed to see me? Were you really looking forward to having that scantily clad wench help you bathe?”0

Zhao Changhe shrugged. “Yeah, since you won’t join me, can’t I find someone else who will?”0

Vermillion Bird crossed her arms, sneering. “Is that all that’s on your mind? With such a one-track mind, do you really think you’re fit to swagger around and act all arrogant and brazen?”0

“Well, I’ve already said to Venerable Vermillion Bird that since your cult venerates the four idols, why go against the harmony of the two polarities? Your venerable might think me too lowly to discuss such matters with her, but that does not change my opinion on the matter. I’m even pondering if the emperor’s missteps might be because he’s been abstaining from women. Look...0