Even Wanzhuang is leaving. She isn’t staying to feed me medicine anymore… Well, I’ve almost recovered anyway.0

Poor Baoqin had only just arrived, eager to begin her sightseeing plans, but after barely a day, she was dragged away by her merciless mistress despite her cries.1

Zhao Changhe was unsure if Tang Wanzhuang genuinely did not want to be some femme fatale, or if she was just afraid of what might happen after he fully recovered. Either way, the timing of her departure was impeccable.0

Zhao Change returned to his now-empty courtyard. The once-bustling place had quieted down, with the only constant being Tang Buqi’s big face, now grinning instead of scowling.0

Not a moment later, however, the courtyard began to fill with servants and guards. It was clear that after days of managing the aftermath in Kuaiji, Tang Buqi had firmly taken control of the place and now had the leisure to employ some servants at the mansion.0

That being said, the servants in Zhao Changhe’s courtyard were all men, and old ones at that.0

“Don’t give me that look,” Tang Buqi said with a grin, holding a maidservant in one arm and...0