At the end of the day, Lady Three was getting beaten up for defending him, so Zhao Changhe could not just stand by the side and watch. Steeling himself, he flew over, planning to mediate.0

As he got closer, the fiery chaos of the battle had already dissipated. Instead, the scene had devolved into two women wrestling on the grass. Vermillion Bird was straddling Lady Three, slapping her backside with resounding smacks that sent ripples through her flesh. “You think you’re above it all, indifferent to the world, and yet you… steal, steal, steal my man?!”0

Xia Chichi peeked over Zhao Changhe’s shoulder, watching Vermillion Bird in silence. Well, ain’t that the truth, Master. You make yourself look so proud and dignified, and yet you… steal, steal, steal my man?0

Zhao Changhe hesitated, then reached out to pull Vermillion Bird away. “Uh… actually, what Lady Three said does make sense…”0

Vermillion Bird glared daggers at him. “You have no place to speak here! Is this about logic? I told you to have her help you forge...0