When daylight fully broke, the two mischievous lovebirds came out of the guesthouse, both looking refreshed. They had even carefully disguised themselves as the protectors from the previous day.0

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw several young girls kneeling in a row by the wall, hands on their heads, sniffling pitifully.0

Zhao Changhe found it amusing. “What are you doing?”0

The girls mumbled, “Bringing you your breakfast.”0

Zhao Changhe then noticed that each girl had a small basket balanced on her head, filled with various pastries.0

“That’s very kind of you,” Zhao Changhe said, taking a pastry and handing it to Yue Hongling behind him. “What a cute custom for delivering food we have here…”0

“What custom?” one of the girls sniffled. “We’re being punished by the saintess. She’s taking out her personal grievances on us.”0

Yue Hongling glared at Zhao Changhe as if to say, “Stop pretending you understand their customs.” Fortunately, the girls did not think much of it; otherwise, that one sentence would have given them away.0

Embarrassed, Zhao Changhe lowered his head and quietly took a bite of the pastry without...0